Milieux Foundation [Monday 5-18]
In the very, very early hours of the morning (we're talking 3-4 am here), a scientist was running on far too much caffeine and far too little sleep. In his sleep-deprived and jittery mistake, he made a slight miscalculation while mixing two very volatile chemicals. The resulting explosion shook the entire building and caused a minor collapse in that wing of the building and an immediate lockdown.
Henry had been woken not by the vibrations from the explosion, but by the ringing of his phone and the alarm going off on his computer. He was at the Foundation within half an hour, getting updates on injured personnel and a rundown on what had happened. It was as he was surveying the damage that he got the worst news possible.
"Doctor Deacon, we have a problem. One of the experiments... we believe it's contaminated the city's water supply."
Henry spun to stare at the assistant, wishing once again that he had Fargo here. At least Fargo would have gotten down to the explanation instead of acting like a scared intern. "How and what?" he snapped at the poor man.
"Well, Doctor Octan's lab is right over the main pump system for our well and she had a rather large amount of her latest serum stored in preparation for trials this week. It has been draining into our water supply, and somehow the pump system got put into reverse and has been pumping contaminated water back into the aquifer. The one which feeds water to the city."
"Wake up Mildred, if she's not already awake, and get her notes on the antidote. Notify the city officials that we have a contaminant leak which we are treating and that the public should only consume bottled water until it has run it's course." Henry was sure that the city had something in place in case of hurricanes and tropical storms.
He stopped when the assistant started to shuffle in place and frowned. "What is it?"
"Doctor Octan was in her lab. I'm sorry, sir, but she was killed in the blast." The assistant paled at what he apparently saw on Henry's face and rushed on. "But we have her notes that she submitted last week. They don't include the antidote, but we have the formula to her serum."
"Contact Eckley and Eames in Eureka, get them working on an antidote immediately. We need one within the next hour."
"Yes, sir!" came the cry as the assistant rushed off.
Henry watched the man go and scrubbed a hand over his face. Two dead, three more that more than likely wouldn't make it and it wasn't even six in the morning. Oh how he hated Mondays.
[Wait for the OCD]
Henry had been woken not by the vibrations from the explosion, but by the ringing of his phone and the alarm going off on his computer. He was at the Foundation within half an hour, getting updates on injured personnel and a rundown on what had happened. It was as he was surveying the damage that he got the worst news possible.
"Doctor Deacon, we have a problem. One of the experiments... we believe it's contaminated the city's water supply."
Henry spun to stare at the assistant, wishing once again that he had Fargo here. At least Fargo would have gotten down to the explanation instead of acting like a scared intern. "How and what?" he snapped at the poor man.
"Well, Doctor Octan's lab is right over the main pump system for our well and she had a rather large amount of her latest serum stored in preparation for trials this week. It has been draining into our water supply, and somehow the pump system got put into reverse and has been pumping contaminated water back into the aquifer. The one which feeds water to the city."
"Wake up Mildred, if she's not already awake, and get her notes on the antidote. Notify the city officials that we have a contaminant leak which we are treating and that the public should only consume bottled water until it has run it's course." Henry was sure that the city had something in place in case of hurricanes and tropical storms.
He stopped when the assistant started to shuffle in place and frowned. "What is it?"
"Doctor Octan was in her lab. I'm sorry, sir, but she was killed in the blast." The assistant paled at what he apparently saw on Henry's face and rushed on. "But we have her notes that she submitted last week. They don't include the antidote, but we have the formula to her serum."
"Contact Eckley and Eames in Eureka, get them working on an antidote immediately. We need one within the next hour."
"Yes, sir!" came the cry as the assistant rushed off.
Henry watched the man go and scrubbed a hand over his face. Two dead, three more that more than likely wouldn't make it and it wasn't even six in the morning. Oh how he hated Mondays.
[Wait for the OCD]