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 Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:16 pm
"A scientist that was recommended to me by the home office... this happened while you were asleep. She'll be taking a team of some of the new promotions." Moreau nodded to Aubrey. He'd been so busy he hadn't mentioned Dr. Frost to her as of yet.
"Here's her file... you can look her over, since she is to be one of your subordinates." Moreau pushed the file over to Aubrey. The file full of details about the scientist, her time with Feral Labs. Her repeated... unethical research.
"We'll have to introduce her to our research here... obviously she has no information up to this point." Moreau grinned. Based on what he'd read, she should be someone who could appreciate his research.
"But look over that on the way, she'll be here very shortly, I already recieved the radio signal from James." Moreau started to stand up and get ready. "We'll be taking the jeep."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:23 pm
Aubrey's brow raised. "You're...promoting someone to Team Leader from the mainland? Isn't that a bit.. risky?" She clicked a button her chair. "Give me a push, baby? I'll read the file on the way then."
Aubrey opened the file and her face fell. "THIS is Dr. Frost?" The woman looked... well, radiant. Mature and confident, with a shapeful, womanly figure. "She's... qualified enough? For here, I mean..." She flipped though the file, looking over her records and files. "I mean.. this all looks well good on paper, but really.. this a position that had to be earned..."
Aubrey felt overwhelmingly saddened for some reason. "You say you got wind of her while I was asleep..." She flipped more pages, looking at her research. "You weren't looking for... a replacement, where you?"
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:33 pm
"In what way do you mean replacement?" Moreau paused for a moment as he helped Aubrey into the jeep.
"It's not someone I was promoting to your position Aubrey. Don't be silly." He smiled in her direction. "But I wasn't sure how long you'd be out, and we do have the funding and qualified technicians for her team. Even with your speedy recovery... it defintly won't hurt, not since we are working on the mental research as well."
"Don't worry Aubrey... I just wanted you to meet her." he wrapped his arm around Aubrey as he drove the jeep towards the helipad. Her wheelchair in the back.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:35 pm
James stayed silent as he piloted the dark haired woman towards the island. He hadn't said much recently. He'd asked for a bit of time off, but even the time with his family hadn't done much for his disposistion. He'd helped do bad things... evil things.
He hadn't been happy since he had finally realized what a corner he'd been backed into. His time on the island had taught him one thing.
He didn't want that life, and more so, he didn't want his children or family to have it. He'd do what Moreau asked, as long as he had to.
Atleast till he got a chance to do otherwise...
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:42 pm
In the passenger seat of the chopper, the dark-haired woman peered through the glass windows at the approaching island. One long, slender finger played back and forth under her lower lip, her expression pensive. It had been an unexpected offer, and even now she knew almost nothing of what work awaited her in this project.
She glanced over at James, noting his apparent discomfort, and casually offered, "Not fond of your job?"
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:42 pm
Aubrey was placated, she just nodded, looking abit pouty. "She just looks too good to be true," she said, closing the file. "Especially given your standards."
There were a few moments of silence. "Not often you see scientist that pretty. Real scientists, at least." She gave him a sidelong glace, trying to keep her voice casual. "Ya know?"
No, not a loaded question at all.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:48 pm
James didn't say a word to the passenger. He wasn't feeling... talkative.
"I suppose so" Moreau said casually. He didn't sound too interested in talking about any sort of physical attraction he may or may not have had for Dr. Frost.
"I'm more interested in her research work of course. Perhaps Valentine was right about your... interests though." Moreau grinned as he got out of the jeep to greet the new arrival.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:53 pm
"Huh? WHAT." Aubrey blinked, a bit of red coming over her cheeks. "That's not funny!" She said in mock (mostly) insult. She stuck out her tongue before slowly making her way out of the Jeep. Aubrey was finding she could use her legs a bit, for leverage or help study herself. She definately couldn't put any real weight on her lower body, though, without feeling her insides recoil in pain. She was finally off the IVs, though, and soon could have the feeding tube removed and start eating real food again. So far she was only able to sip fruit juices and eat very small portions, under doctor's supervision.
She suddenly, of course, felt very subconscious and ran her hands though her hair once she was situated in her wheelchair.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 7:59 pm
Once the the chopper landed, the door swung open to release it's occupant onto the island proper. The first of Dr. Frost to appear was a long, shapely leg, adorned with a high heeled shoe in Feral Labs blue. That leg preceded another, followed by the fall of a grey wool pencil skirt. A blue-sweatered arm came next, with a labcoat draped over it, then a cascade of ebon hair blowing wildly in the winds from the propeller. The rest of the good doctor eas obscured as she emerged, bent slightly in reaction to the blades as she stepped away from the helicopter, grasping a steel briefcase in her other hand.
Once clear of the landing pad, the woman straightened, and her thick waves settled around her in a dark nimbus, offset by a single pure white streak at her right temple. Golden eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, glittering in a refined face with features that appeared to be chiseled from marble. Her demeanor was chilly, damn near cold in her clinicalness and measuring gaze. She stepped towards Moreau and Lockheart, offering a hand to her employer as her lips curved in the faintest of smiles.
"Doctor Moreau, Thank you for this opportunity, though I must confess to being somewhat in the dark about the nature of it. I do hope my skill will be useful to your project." She quelled her unease at the pilot's lack of sociability. It had spawned the idle fear that somehow they'd determined her to be a liability due to her past, and were parking her behind a desk somewhere. Nothing terrified Marlena more than the prospect of being inconsequential. Nothing.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:08 pm
Moreau took the hand and idly shook it. "Of course Dr. Frost. It's our pleasure to have you here as well." Moreau couldn't help but have his eyes look over Marlena, whether he intended to or not. "You'll be filled in shortly..."
He took a moment to take her in then he motioned to Aubrey in the wheelchair. "This is Dr. Lockheart, she'll be your supervisor here."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:14 pm
Aubrey forced a smile. She was, at her core, a professional before anything else. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Frost," she said, holding out her hand. "You've come so highly reccomended."
Aubrey tossed her hair over her shoulder with her left, ringed hand. Whether it was on purpose or subconscious it was hard to tell, if it was even noticed at all.
"And welcome, of course." Aubrey wheeled back a bit, to Moreau's side.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:18 pm
Marlena gave Moreau a quick once over, though there was nothing remotely lecherous in her expression. It was more a look of measurement or analyzation. At the introduction to Aubrey, she turned to regard the wheelchair bound woman and took the proffered hand, shaking it with a firm grip. "Dr. Lockheart, the pleasure is mine. The Island looked quite lovely from above. I'm tempted to think you work in a bit of paradise."
She forced another small smile. It looked to be something that required effort on her part, as if she was unused to such niceties. "I was told my belongings would be delivered here by other means. I have a good deal of papers on mental conditioning that have been a focus of my recent research. I hope they might come in handy here?" It was more question than comment, testing the waters to see if she could glean more about the project that was shrouded in so much mystery.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:26 pm
"I think they will be of great use to us and yes, don't worry worry about their delivery." Moreau motioned towards the jeep.
"Shall we?" he opened a jeep door for Marlena before he wheeled Aubrey over to the front door and helped her get into the vehicle.
"Dr. Lockheart was involved in a recent accident, but thanks to some of the research we are doing here she'll be on her feet in no time." Moreau didn't want Marlena to think any less of her superior. Unlock Aubrey, Moreau had a very good grasp of chain of command.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:29 pm
Aubrey nodded when Moreau mentioned her accident, glad he didn't go into details but thankful he tactfully mentioned it would be a temporary condition.
For now, she would be happy just watchin how the two interacted.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:32 pm
Marlena followed the pair to the jeep and she climbed inside, settling in and crossing her legs. A pale hand tucked the white lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a modest diamond stud earring. Everything about the woman seemed rather reserved, from the conservative skirt length to the turtleneck sweater.
"An accident you say? Is the job dangerous? Not that danger is an issue to me, mind you, I just prefer to know what to expect so I can stay on my toes, Doctor Moreau." The idea that the research could help someone injured enough to be wheelchair-bound piqued her interest immensely, but she bided her time, patiently waiting for the veil of mystery to lift over the project.
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