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Posted May 3, 2021, 11:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) (James Sinclair)

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Kane smiled a slight, and slightly feral, grin. “Better. Definitely better.” Shuffle. “Me, I got here by… accident.” Shuffle. “Or rather… an accident.” Cut. “And now I don’t think anyone knows what to do with me.” Ace of Spades.

Kane, R&D

He made her uneasy. She wasn’t sure why. Or maybe she was just waiting for the insults to start again. He was being forced to be nice to her and her to him. Made worse by the chemical hazard protocol being enacted. She shuffled. “If it was an accident why isn’t someone trying to figure out how to fix it? Lab accidents, programing mistakes, transporter malfunctions. They could be studied and analyzed and a solution found to prevent further accidents.” Cut. “Why don’t you decide what to do with you?” 4 of diamonds. She picked up her PaDD flipping to a specific file and nothing down a note.
Lt Bonner

Kane shrugged as he reached for the deck, and th combination of motions pulled his sleeve up. There, plainly visible, was a tattoo that stood out from the rest. A set of six gold, six-pointed stars in a circle around a field of bright red and blue alternating diagonal bars. In gold lettering were the letters ‘NDFD’.

The flash of color caught her attention against the single color of his uniform sleeve. ‘NDFD’ FD usually meant Fire Department. She couldn’t place the ND, the six pointed stars and red and blue stripes didn’t register either. Tattoos were very socially driven. They were meant to convey messages about the person. Fascinating. Shuffle.

“”Not that easy.” Shuffle. “And the accident isn’t exactly recreatable.” Shuffle. “Trust me, I’ve looked into it.” His voice held something else in it… almost like.. regret. Cut… 4 of diamonds.

Kane, R&D

Alexis nodded. Shuffle. “I’m sorry.” She knew how personal some could take failure or a set back. Professionally it was frustrating and disappointing. Cut. “What happened or is that what ‘they’ call need to know?” 10 of spades.
She returned to the PaDD, numbers and formulas being added in what might look like a haphazard fashion. Her brain, still processing the tattoo. “What does your tattoo mean?” First hand accounts were always better than rumor or hear say.
Lt Bonner

Kane chuckled. “Thats a ‘I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.’ story.” and he shook his head dismissively, sending the hair falling across his face even more. “And the tattoo… well.. which one?” and he held up his hands. The backs and palms were covered.
“I have more than a few.”

Kane, R&D


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