Like A Bomb, She Fell
WHO: Sarah Connor/John Connor/Cameron Philips/John Raimi /Yusuke
WHEN: Sunday, January 24th (early)-Monday/Tuesday (25/26)
WHERE: City-wide
WARNINGS: Bombs, car death, people death, Connor Mouth, cancer!plot.
SUMMARY: A protection deal for Reese's Defense leads PD investigators to a serial bomber intent upon revenge. Meanwhile, Sarah Connor attempts to aid the police in their efforts by using her abilities--with drastic results.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start.
NOTES: OOC Information here.
The City was always loud. Cynthia Marquette glanced out of her office window high above the laboratory where she worked and watched the streets flash red and white as traffic patterns shifted. It was late and she'd promised Niles she'd be home hours ago. As usual, she'd had to cancel because the lab needed her--they were in final testing phases for the next set of Remorzin trials. It was her baby from the ground up and she wasn't about to give it over to her research partner, not even if Niles insisted. Sometimes he did, she thought ruefully, taking a moment to stretch as she glanced at the clock.
"Shit," she murmured, scrubbing at her hair. The blue digital readout screamed 3:02am at her like an accusation. Niles might not wake, but he usually did, even if if it was long enough to mumble at her and hear how her day had went. Sometimes, though, she felt guilty--like she'd been cheating on him with her work. It might win her a Nobel some day, and then he'd forgive her.
Maybe.
The hair scrub turned into an eye rub as she poured herself a coffee and drank it black to keep her awake for the drive home. Gonna need every ounce of caffeine tonight, she thought, snagging her coat against the January chill even as she tucked papers into her overstuffed briefcase. They were all copies of notes, of course, because taking the masters out of the lab was a no-no. Security forbade it.
"Night Doc!" Paul Ormack, her fellow researcher, waved at her as she headed down the the basement to the attached parking garage. She returned his open grin and excited wave with a weary on. "You coming back in later or you gonna take the day?"
"I'll probably come back in to check the cell regen process on 115B and 116A. I want to know if the tech is finally working right." She shrugged. "I'll get just enough sleep to function at peak, you know that, Ormack."
"Sure," he said skeptically. "If you need more, we'll survive without you for the morning, you know. You're pushing yourself too hard." He paused and then laughed, shaking his head. "That sounds stupid coming from me, I know. Get some rest, Thia. Sleep in late."
"I might," she hedged and offered him a lopsided smile. "Don't stay up all hours watching those cells," Cynthia teased. She was rewarded by laughter that faded behind her as she moved down the steps and into the garage. Above her, the EXIT sign flickered, the only real illumination in the garage. That's weird, she though, frowning, usually the lights down here are on. She pressed the ignition on her car's wireless link--the headlights would show her the way. Cynthia didn't have time to be shocked as a loud rolling thunder filled her ears. A squealing crush of metal the sound of her own bones breaking were the last things she heard.
Everything went sickeningly black.
WHEN: Sunday, January 24th (early)-Monday/Tuesday (25/26)
WHERE: City-wide
WARNINGS: Bombs, car death, people death, Connor Mouth, cancer!plot.
SUMMARY: A protection deal for Reese's Defense leads PD investigators to a serial bomber intent upon revenge. Meanwhile, Sarah Connor attempts to aid the police in their efforts by using her abilities--with drastic results.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start.
NOTES: OOC Information here.
The City was always loud. Cynthia Marquette glanced out of her office window high above the laboratory where she worked and watched the streets flash red and white as traffic patterns shifted. It was late and she'd promised Niles she'd be home hours ago. As usual, she'd had to cancel because the lab needed her--they were in final testing phases for the next set of Remorzin trials. It was her baby from the ground up and she wasn't about to give it over to her research partner, not even if Niles insisted. Sometimes he did, she thought ruefully, taking a moment to stretch as she glanced at the clock.
"Shit," she murmured, scrubbing at her hair. The blue digital readout screamed 3:02am at her like an accusation. Niles might not wake, but he usually did, even if if it was long enough to mumble at her and hear how her day had went. Sometimes, though, she felt guilty--like she'd been cheating on him with her work. It might win her a Nobel some day, and then he'd forgive her.
Maybe.
The hair scrub turned into an eye rub as she poured herself a coffee and drank it black to keep her awake for the drive home. Gonna need every ounce of caffeine tonight, she thought, snagging her coat against the January chill even as she tucked papers into her overstuffed briefcase. They were all copies of notes, of course, because taking the masters out of the lab was a no-no. Security forbade it.
"Night Doc!" Paul Ormack, her fellow researcher, waved at her as she headed down the the basement to the attached parking garage. She returned his open grin and excited wave with a weary on. "You coming back in later or you gonna take the day?"
"I'll probably come back in to check the cell regen process on 115B and 116A. I want to know if the tech is finally working right." She shrugged. "I'll get just enough sleep to function at peak, you know that, Ormack."
"Sure," he said skeptically. "If you need more, we'll survive without you for the morning, you know. You're pushing yourself too hard." He paused and then laughed, shaking his head. "That sounds stupid coming from me, I know. Get some rest, Thia. Sleep in late."
"I might," she hedged and offered him a lopsided smile. "Don't stay up all hours watching those cells," Cynthia teased. She was rewarded by laughter that faded behind her as she moved down the steps and into the garage. Above her, the EXIT sign flickered, the only real illumination in the garage. That's weird, she though, frowning, usually the lights down here are on. She pressed the ignition on her car's wireless link--the headlights would show her the way. Cynthia didn't have time to be shocked as a loud rolling thunder filled her ears. A squealing crush of metal the sound of her own bones breaking were the last things she heard.
Everything went sickeningly black.