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Harrison let the man vent. Hell, he'd ranted for almost an hour on a holodeck when he'd realized what the 'good' Doctor Haser had done. Philanthropic his ass! That man had seen Cassandra's brilliance and used her need to give himself a way to steal that for his own. Cassandra herself had no aspirations of greatness or renown, she only wanted to help people.
Once Erik finished Harrison sat down next to him. "When I first discovered this three years ago, I tried to find a way to remove it. The Doctor that implanted it wanted to make sure his steady supply of intelligence and innovation was never removed. It was implanted in such a way that he could inflict pain if she were to ever stop working as he felt she should, and to kill her if she ever expressed the intent of removing it. I don't know what she said yesterday, but he must have felt she was going to do just that and he threw the kill switch. I hope I was in time..."
Point held on tight, "This has been the worst day of my life...totally the worst..." She said softly but did not elaborate. She knew Harrison would speak and she didn't really know how to explain it all anyway. She just needed this hug.
Harrison looked at Cassandra and shook his head, "No...this is the aftermath of it. Dumbass Edwards attempted to assassinate the Director, and very nearly succeeded. Ca....Doctor Brandford saved him, but it was a close thing. Edwards lost his hand, but more than likely he is wishing we'd let him die about now. Captain Sokolov has him now, but not before some guards beat the crap out of him. They took Graves too, apparently he brought in the stuff to make the poison. That moron always about money...I never thought he'd do something like that though...." He shook his head as it drooped toward the floor a little along with his shoulders, "I should have been watching over the Doc a little closer...might have noticed something was wrong ..."
Point frowned and lifted her head a bit, "There was nothing else you could have done Harrison...She shouldn't have trusted graves and neither should you.."
Harrison shrugged, "Maybe...but a lot of lives were saved because we did. There's always two sides to a story..." He stood when the package came in and absently opened it and removed the items and stowed them where Cassandra expected them to be. He straightened as if only just then realizing something. "You guys are here to have those weapons removed. Sorry..been a very long day. Yours will be easier Ritkof...next Bay please."
Once they were in the bay and he had the area closed off he met Erik's gaze, "Not to worry about the good Doctor Haser. I think the Director is taking care of him. Not that I wouldn't love to be a fly on the wall and see it all, but I have a feeling his way of handling it will be satisfactory." Brutal, and shaming he hoped. He also hoped that Cassandra got the credit for all her discoveries that he KNEW the man had stolen. He'd been researching him ever since he'd found the fail safe and he'd seen time after time when he'd stolen Cassandra's research, techniques and vaccines and claimed they were his breakthroughs. The man had amassed a fortune off of that single eye implant, and he could only imagine how many others were out there and how many times he'd flipped a switch without anyone being there to intervene. It grated on his nerves to think about it, so he pressed the errant thoughts from his mind and focused on removing the laser from Erik's hand. It was a simple thing for him, since he'd designed it but there were many crucial steps involved to allow the hand to function properly afterward. He reattached the hand and touched the palm to activate it again. "has it been working well?" he asked as he checked the seams on the attachment area. He liked his implants to be as near to invisible as possible. He intended for no one to know his people even had an implant, so they could lead stigma free lives. "Sorry for all this trouble. I should have realized hidden weapons were a problem...I really was trying to help.."
Point was quiet after Harrison said lives were saved. She knew that much was true. How many times had graves managed to get them crucial vaccines in the nick of time? Too many to count really. "Have you ever felt like everything you believed was a lie?" She asked as she leaned back a bit. "Thank you for that hug...I have been having a bit of a breakdown." She admitted, "I was so mad at Cass and then terrified she would die a second later...nothing is going to be the same now...no one trusts us anymore."
Harrison emerged with Erik and waved to Dante, "You're up Dante." Having heard Point's last comment she shook his head, "They still trust us in the ways it counts Point. They know this is an excellent medical team. That's what's important. The other stuff ... well.. we'll just have to prove we learned from our past mistakes....won't we?" leaving her with Erik to ponder what he'd said, he ushered Dante into the bay and after cleaning up the area he removed Dante's arm and disassembled the gun he'd placed there. He set it aside and put the arm back together and reattached it. "How had it been working?" he asked and reiterated his apology. These guys had a lot on their plate and the mess he'd caused them weighed heavily on him. They emerged about thirty minutes later. "You are both good to go, but I'm going to submit these to Doctor Brunel for future use on the field, so...hopefully you'll get to use them some day."
Once Erik finished Harrison sat down next to him. "When I first discovered this three years ago, I tried to find a way to remove it. The Doctor that implanted it wanted to make sure his steady supply of intelligence and innovation was never removed. It was implanted in such a way that he could inflict pain if she were to ever stop working as he felt she should, and to kill her if she ever expressed the intent of removing it. I don't know what she said yesterday, but he must have felt she was going to do just that and he threw the kill switch. I hope I was in time..."
Point held on tight, "This has been the worst day of my life...totally the worst..." She said softly but did not elaborate. She knew Harrison would speak and she didn't really know how to explain it all anyway. She just needed this hug.
Harrison looked at Cassandra and shook his head, "No...this is the aftermath of it. Dumbass Edwards attempted to assassinate the Director, and very nearly succeeded. Ca....Doctor Brandford saved him, but it was a close thing. Edwards lost his hand, but more than likely he is wishing we'd let him die about now. Captain Sokolov has him now, but not before some guards beat the crap out of him. They took Graves too, apparently he brought in the stuff to make the poison. That moron always about money...I never thought he'd do something like that though...." He shook his head as it drooped toward the floor a little along with his shoulders, "I should have been watching over the Doc a little closer...might have noticed something was wrong ..."
Point frowned and lifted her head a bit, "There was nothing else you could have done Harrison...She shouldn't have trusted graves and neither should you.."
Harrison shrugged, "Maybe...but a lot of lives were saved because we did. There's always two sides to a story..." He stood when the package came in and absently opened it and removed the items and stowed them where Cassandra expected them to be. He straightened as if only just then realizing something. "You guys are here to have those weapons removed. Sorry..been a very long day. Yours will be easier Ritkof...next Bay please."
Once they were in the bay and he had the area closed off he met Erik's gaze, "Not to worry about the good Doctor Haser. I think the Director is taking care of him. Not that I wouldn't love to be a fly on the wall and see it all, but I have a feeling his way of handling it will be satisfactory." Brutal, and shaming he hoped. He also hoped that Cassandra got the credit for all her discoveries that he KNEW the man had stolen. He'd been researching him ever since he'd found the fail safe and he'd seen time after time when he'd stolen Cassandra's research, techniques and vaccines and claimed they were his breakthroughs. The man had amassed a fortune off of that single eye implant, and he could only imagine how many others were out there and how many times he'd flipped a switch without anyone being there to intervene. It grated on his nerves to think about it, so he pressed the errant thoughts from his mind and focused on removing the laser from Erik's hand. It was a simple thing for him, since he'd designed it but there were many crucial steps involved to allow the hand to function properly afterward. He reattached the hand and touched the palm to activate it again. "has it been working well?" he asked as he checked the seams on the attachment area. He liked his implants to be as near to invisible as possible. He intended for no one to know his people even had an implant, so they could lead stigma free lives. "Sorry for all this trouble. I should have realized hidden weapons were a problem...I really was trying to help.."
Point was quiet after Harrison said lives were saved. She knew that much was true. How many times had graves managed to get them crucial vaccines in the nick of time? Too many to count really. "Have you ever felt like everything you believed was a lie?" She asked as she leaned back a bit. "Thank you for that hug...I have been having a bit of a breakdown." She admitted, "I was so mad at Cass and then terrified she would die a second later...nothing is going to be the same now...no one trusts us anymore."
Harrison emerged with Erik and waved to Dante, "You're up Dante." Having heard Point's last comment she shook his head, "They still trust us in the ways it counts Point. They know this is an excellent medical team. That's what's important. The other stuff ... well.. we'll just have to prove we learned from our past mistakes....won't we?" leaving her with Erik to ponder what he'd said, he ushered Dante into the bay and after cleaning up the area he removed Dante's arm and disassembled the gun he'd placed there. He set it aside and put the arm back together and reattached it. "How had it been working?" he asked and reiterated his apology. These guys had a lot on their plate and the mess he'd caused them weighed heavily on him. They emerged about thirty minutes later. "You are both good to go, but I'm going to submit these to Doctor Brunel for future use on the field, so...hopefully you'll get to use them some day."
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