07-11-2014, 07:54 AM
She didn't quite understand the COI in seeing friends outside of work, but the alternative sounded lovely! Savory flavors filled her mouth. Prawns, parsnips, roasted nuts. Figs and pudding and brandy butter. It was the kind of thing to make a girl miss family more than anything. "Churchill's Pub? I had no idea there were places like that in Moscow."
She smiled like he'd given her the first - and likely only - present of the season. "I would like that, Drayson. Christmas Eve? I'll see if I can get off."
Being off-duty didn't necessarily mean she was free for the night. Just then her own Wallet buzzed in the small purse she carried. It was Custody military grade which was clear enough by its durability and specifications, but it was also Medical Issue, meaning there were additional ports for test strips and blood samples for instant read outs. It replaced the one she lost in Jeddah.
"I'm so sorry. I have to check this."
She said and checked the message. Subject 506 had an incident. Her mouth formed a grim line when she looked back up to Drayson. "Its a patient. I need to check in. I am so sorry. If you'd please excuse me a moment?"
She stood and dialed the Facility contact as she walked away. She didn't go far, however, merely out of earshot on the other end of the hall.
The Facility SOP required she was informed whenever a subject exhibited one of their dangerous incidents. This time it seemed a subject had nearly melted a hole through a steel door. The news was taken with little outward reaction, until the contact told her the subject, a twenty-two year old physics student died minutes later. The news was crushing, and Torri took it with a grim shake of the head. They had been working with implementing meditation techniques with the subjects. If keeping a calm, cool mind could preclude an Incident, similar meditation might save their lives. EEG Biofeedback with 506 was promising. Although she acted under orders, that he died anyway made Torri feel like she was experimenting with lives she swore an oath to save. Her stern expression aged a decade then and there. Although she spoke quietly, her orders were just as firm as the tightness to her eyes.
"Send the memo with the results up to EOA, immediately. The Ascendancy needs to know about this."
There was a pause and Torri glanced back at Drayson for a moment. "I'm out at the moment. Keep me informed of their response."
She said her goodbyes and returned to the table wearing an expert's mask to hide her weariness.
She sat smoothly. "I'm so sorry again, about that. The life of a physician, I fear."
She smiled, but remained realistic. "I'm sure a Chief Inspector can relate."
Her smile grew with the distance between them and the depressing state of affairs with work. "Speaking of, I meant to ask if you did a background check on me before agreeing to Francis' proposition."
She teased.
"Hope you didn't find out about that master-thieving ring I was in."
She smiled like he'd given her the first - and likely only - present of the season. "I would like that, Drayson. Christmas Eve? I'll see if I can get off."
Being off-duty didn't necessarily mean she was free for the night. Just then her own Wallet buzzed in the small purse she carried. It was Custody military grade which was clear enough by its durability and specifications, but it was also Medical Issue, meaning there were additional ports for test strips and blood samples for instant read outs. It replaced the one she lost in Jeddah.
"I'm so sorry. I have to check this."
She said and checked the message. Subject 506 had an incident. Her mouth formed a grim line when she looked back up to Drayson. "Its a patient. I need to check in. I am so sorry. If you'd please excuse me a moment?"
She stood and dialed the Facility contact as she walked away. She didn't go far, however, merely out of earshot on the other end of the hall.
The Facility SOP required she was informed whenever a subject exhibited one of their dangerous incidents. This time it seemed a subject had nearly melted a hole through a steel door. The news was taken with little outward reaction, until the contact told her the subject, a twenty-two year old physics student died minutes later. The news was crushing, and Torri took it with a grim shake of the head. They had been working with implementing meditation techniques with the subjects. If keeping a calm, cool mind could preclude an Incident, similar meditation might save their lives. EEG Biofeedback with 506 was promising. Although she acted under orders, that he died anyway made Torri feel like she was experimenting with lives she swore an oath to save. Her stern expression aged a decade then and there. Although she spoke quietly, her orders were just as firm as the tightness to her eyes.
"Send the memo with the results up to EOA, immediately. The Ascendancy needs to know about this."
There was a pause and Torri glanced back at Drayson for a moment. "I'm out at the moment. Keep me informed of their response."
She said her goodbyes and returned to the table wearing an expert's mask to hide her weariness.
She sat smoothly. "I'm so sorry again, about that. The life of a physician, I fear."
She smiled, but remained realistic. "I'm sure a Chief Inspector can relate."
Her smile grew with the distance between them and the depressing state of affairs with work. "Speaking of, I meant to ask if you did a background check on me before agreeing to Francis' proposition."
She teased.
"Hope you didn't find out about that master-thieving ring I was in."