Bard Bard
NanoTrasen Incorporated
Professor Alisdair Lockerbie
ICSC Designation: CASE-137
Unofficial Designation: "The Insides of an Octopus."
Threat Assessment: Moderate.
Containment Status: Contained.
Professor Alisdair Lockerbie Finished typing up his report. A recent containment breach had necessitated the review of CASE-137’s containment protocols. As it happens, Lockerbie decided to keep the old procedures, but increase the necessary clearance level to access it.
Submit.
Lockerbie reached over to his mug and took a sip out of it. He failed to do so, peering down into the mug to discover it empty. He rose out of the chair and logged out of his computer terminal, leaving his office to get a top up of coffee.
There had once been a coffee machine in the hallway of Section Three. It was a pity that 137 had broken it in the breach, requiring Lockerbie to venture into the neighbouring Section Four to get a refill.
Finally locating one, he placed the mug into the machine and topped it up. Almost as soon as he took the first sip--boiling hot, but Lockerbie liked it that way--the intercom broadcast a message.
“On-duty Admins and Supervising Researchers please report to Intelligence. Category B situation, Category B situation. Requesting mission directive.” That was his call. Sighing, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his white lounge coat before making his way to intelligence.
Lockerbie entered the PAD-13 Intelligence Office. Dark, as usual. Intelligence personnel really had a fetish for dim rooms, didn’t they? “Professor A. Lockerbie here,” He spoke with words that rolled, “You got a Category-B scenario, aye?” He took a long sip of his coffee while leaning against the wall.
ICSC Designation: CASE-137
Unofficial Designation: "The Insides of an Octopus."
Threat Assessment: Moderate.
Containment Status: Contained.
Professor Alisdair Lockerbie Finished typing up his report. A recent containment breach had necessitated the review of CASE-137’s containment protocols. As it happens, Lockerbie decided to keep the old procedures, but increase the necessary clearance level to access it.
Submit.
Lockerbie reached over to his mug and took a sip out of it. He failed to do so, peering down into the mug to discover it empty. He rose out of the chair and logged out of his computer terminal, leaving his office to get a top up of coffee.
There had once been a coffee machine in the hallway of Section Three. It was a pity that 137 had broken it in the breach, requiring Lockerbie to venture into the neighbouring Section Four to get a refill.
Finally locating one, he placed the mug into the machine and topped it up. Almost as soon as he took the first sip--boiling hot, but Lockerbie liked it that way--the intercom broadcast a message.
“On-duty Admins and Supervising Researchers please report to Intelligence. Category B situation, Category B situation. Requesting mission directive.” That was his call. Sighing, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his white lounge coat before making his way to intelligence.
Lockerbie entered the PAD-13 Intelligence Office. Dark, as usual. Intelligence personnel really had a fetish for dim rooms, didn’t they? “Professor A. Lockerbie here,” He spoke with words that rolled, “You got a Category-B scenario, aye?” He took a long sip of his coffee while leaning against the wall.