Post by DT on Mar 26, 2007 21:12:46 GMT -5
DT looked at the fussy scientist with some annoyance, and for the umpteenth time was greatful that his mask concealed all his emotions. He slowed to a halt as the man hurried in front of him, spluttering protests like a government beaurocrat.
Delicate experiments? Important research? In a scientific labratory during a zombie infestation? Perish the thought! DT wondered if the man was aware that in nearly every single secured Necrotech lab in the city, delicate experiments and important research was being carried out, most of it in direct opposition to the wishes of the Necrotech higher ups. DT was used to walking through small, steel-doored rooms, filled with metal cots and dental chairs, with scientists bent over the heavily restrained forms of struggling zombies. He'd even witnessed a 'subject' break free of its bonds and savage its captor. He was in no mood to be stopped by some self-important scientist who - an all likelyhood - believed himself to be on the verge of some great breakthrough, potentially solving the entire virus in one go. He'd met others like this before. They always ended up having to restart their experiments, trying to find where they'd made 'a wrong turn or mathematical error'.
He controlled his voice, and made sure no tremor of annoyance affected it. As a result, his voice came out in a mechanical monotone, which would probably spark more suspicion than if he had expressed anger.
"Sir, I understand your concern, as your experiments are undoubtedly most valuable to Life as we know it," - DT hoped that his sarcastic joke did not become too obvious - "but unless you have set loose a crowd of zombies beyond that portal, or perhaps are keeping anti-matter carefully neutralized at super-cooled temperatures, I feel perfectly capable of carefully walking through whatever lies inside and gathering the equipment I need without your help, though it is generous of you to offer it."
In retrospect, mused DT, perhaps he had layed it on a bit too thick for even a harried scientist not to notice. If worse came to worse, and their ignorance held him up, he might have to use his axe upon their foolish skulls after all, as regretable as that would be.
Delicate experiments? Important research? In a scientific labratory during a zombie infestation? Perish the thought! DT wondered if the man was aware that in nearly every single secured Necrotech lab in the city, delicate experiments and important research was being carried out, most of it in direct opposition to the wishes of the Necrotech higher ups. DT was used to walking through small, steel-doored rooms, filled with metal cots and dental chairs, with scientists bent over the heavily restrained forms of struggling zombies. He'd even witnessed a 'subject' break free of its bonds and savage its captor. He was in no mood to be stopped by some self-important scientist who - an all likelyhood - believed himself to be on the verge of some great breakthrough, potentially solving the entire virus in one go. He'd met others like this before. They always ended up having to restart their experiments, trying to find where they'd made 'a wrong turn or mathematical error'.
He controlled his voice, and made sure no tremor of annoyance affected it. As a result, his voice came out in a mechanical monotone, which would probably spark more suspicion than if he had expressed anger.
"Sir, I understand your concern, as your experiments are undoubtedly most valuable to Life as we know it," - DT hoped that his sarcastic joke did not become too obvious - "but unless you have set loose a crowd of zombies beyond that portal, or perhaps are keeping anti-matter carefully neutralized at super-cooled temperatures, I feel perfectly capable of carefully walking through whatever lies inside and gathering the equipment I need without your help, though it is generous of you to offer it."
In retrospect, mused DT, perhaps he had layed it on a bit too thick for even a harried scientist not to notice. If worse came to worse, and their ignorance held him up, he might have to use his axe upon their foolish skulls after all, as regretable as that would be.
