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Lai wasn't sure if his speech would rouse any interest, and that worried him greatly. He was about to do another sweep of the gathered recruits when Johannes spoke up. The Russian turned to the man and at his first words a glimmer of a smile flitted briefly on his face. Someone agreed and that was one in his favor. His smile faded as he nodded at the next words about Audun's weapon.

"This is true comrade, on all of what you say." He paused to think, his mind still racing. "Obviously being careful would be a top priority, especially with the doppelganger. I do not think a mannequin would be effective, this man is intelligent. Mad, yes, but also intelligent. I fear using a mannequin would result in a failure on the ambush and put everyone involved in finding him in danger." He turned to Alberto as the man approached, listening to his words as well. Again at the agreeing to his idea a ghost of a smile appeared that faded rapidly.

"We need to get as much information as we can about this man and the weapons he has at his disposal." He turned to Einar, his eyes filling with worry as the man sat in his own blood (he wondered where Shee was of course) but that stubbornness to help him was there as well. "We will need you to tell us all that you can about him Einar. Where he is, who he is, is he multilingual, what weapons he has at his disposal and, for the research team, what the name or the number of the bullet that pierced you is called." Lai knew that all weapons, especially guns, were given special numbers for themselves and the ammunition they used. If the research team had that number they could better and more effectively search for it.

"If we have that name and number for the gun and its bullet those who are searching may be able to find it easier. If it was made, there is history on it and surely the cure to the illness it spreads would be written as well." He was drawn to look at Archer as the British man spoke again. "Your help would be most gracious comrade." His mind flew back to thinking. "Clearly this doppelganger will have to be as convincing as possible and he will have to be a blond." A sweep to see three blond men; Archer, Johannes, and the Father who had just shown up escorting Abel. "I do not think a wig will work, if it slips we are in trouble, but I do not thinking speaking on the actor's part will be required."

The Russian's hand flew to his chin, thinking, thinking, thinking. Ideas were pouring in and Lai was working this all out, scenarios coming and going. His mind was so into this process that he almost did not hear Hyo. His eyes flicked to the girl and he nodded, reaching out to pat her on the head.

"You can help Miss Hyo, everyone who can lend a hand can help." He withdrew his hand and looked around again. This time instead of a speech he asked a question. "Does anyone have a pen and a piece of cloth or paper we can use to make lists? I think right now it would be best to quickly break off everyone into three groups; Research, Medical, and of course Retrieval. Someone will have to volunteer to be the doppelganger, it is risky but it is necessary for an ambush, get him when he thinks we are complying." The Russian turned back to the Norwegian on the floor just as Lokiari had made her last remarks to the blond man. Even if Einar quarreled or spat acid words at him, Lai's mind was made up. He was going to go after Audun and he was hopefully going to have a team with him as well. Einar had to live...

"There should probably be some requirements for the retrieval team," He said, turning back to the group. "Audun is military, so we will need people who are strong, fast, have cunning, and/or have some combat skills. This team will have to be a decent size, but the research team should be larger; if there are more people in the library there is a less likely chance of something getting overlooked. Medical team obviously needs those with medical skills."

Del sighed to herself. Her panic had died down some when she heard a plan. It was quite a intelligent plan to herself as she would never have thought of it. "Who we use?" she asked, though she was unsure of herself if the plan was concrete. Drumming her fingers together, Del felt feverish on the inside once again. She knew that this bad guy had to be taken down. It happened in all those books with the colored panels of talking people with weird powers. Unfortunately, this was real life. The evil villain could not be taken down by destroying their machine that is going to make the world explode. Del bit her bottom lip at the thought. There was probably going to be blood. Maybe more than what was floating in the pool in the middle of the atrium. Del wouldn't like that at all. But that mean person hurt a part of her new family, no matter how objective she was to Einar's stubbornness. This "Audun" character had to be taken down.

Rounding upon the atrium, she saw more people had gathered around Einar. As it was, she couldn't see through the crowd to assess his situation. Groaning as she pulled the bag slung over her shoulder higher (it had been slipping due to weight), she hoped she hadn't forgotten anything.

"Out of the way!" Pushing unceremoniously through the knot of people, she thought she wasn't acting like herself at all. But it was an extraordinary situation; extraordinary situations required extraordinary responses. She had just arrived in time to hear the tail end of Einar's statements. Type O-... it figured.

She was now standing beside Einar, who was looking worse than before, and also sitting in his own blood. "Hey, I thought you had been in the military! Don't they teach you anything there?" She motioned for him to get up. "You're going to get infected if you stay there."

She noticed that Lokiari had begun to set up a place where they could treat Einar. Silently thanking no one in particular that there was someone present that had some medical knowledge, Shee set down the bag beside the spread out bathrobe and began removing things from it. First things first, she thought, as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. An IV bag with saline solution had been taken out and was lying on the floor beside a mess of catheters and a few cannulas. She had also brought along a long tube which was packaged and printed with "FAST 1". As she rummaged through the bag and continued to empty it's contents, she addressed the recruits, without taking her eyes off what she was doing. "Anyone a type O-?"

Numerous bandages and gauze were removed, as well as tape and a smaller bag of syringes. Finally, she removed various bottles, some of which skittered across the floor as they rolled on their sides. Morphine, ketamine, chlorhexidine, spironolactone. She had grabbed only what she thought was necessary.

She had also brought along a little spray bottle, which she now grabbed and squeezed, spraying the bathrobe. "Einar! Hurry up."

Standing there dumbly, Rodney had tried to take in the situation - and he had more than a clear enough understanding to have reached a determination of what the plans were. They were plotting a bait and switch, which had sounded brilliant until the sudden description of the man. Someone without a plan would be hard to counter - how did anyone strategize about the unpredictable?

"So, devising a plan won't work against him?" He had squinted for a moment. "Then ... There needs to be some unpredictability. If he expects anything, do something different. If he's running or wanting something like I'm hearing, then wouldn't he expect someone to go after him?" Rodney's lip had quirked anxiously with the thought of a bullet intended to torture. It wouldn't be safe at all, in any way, to do a bait and switch, however clever or strategic it may have been otherwise. "Still. Someone should find this guy, right? The one who shot ..." He had stared at Einar, fidgeting when he couldn't drum up a name. It didn't matter. "At least keep an eye on him or get an idea of what he's doing right now, right? There might be an opening somewhere. He can't be on guard all the time, right? Just a small group to go watch him, but not to approach, especially if he'll shoot and ask questions later..."

He elbowed the brunette man forward, but gently; the other man seemed kind of jumpy. "Aidez-le," said Asmadai as he hoped quite fervently that he was using the proper conjugation, "et aidez-la, aussi; aidez-le à... se déplacer au... peignoir? Sil vous plait."

Then, clearing his throat, he said, "You're right. But there still need to be enough people to have a chance of overpowering him..." And they couldn't spend too much time thinking over who would go. Time would be getting short- he didn't know how long Einar had left, having missed earlier monologues, or where exactly anything was going, but he did know it had been a while since the Norwegian's return.

"First, we need to decide who is going where and especially if Einar is returning to... where-ever. Do we have the facilities to formulate any cure that he might need here?"

Archer chafed at this new development- In Archer's mind a villain that not only was cruel and insane, but also unpredictable, mindlessly violent, and a tad obsessive was just wrong. Archer felt the urge to just go over to this 'Audun', tackle him to the ground gentleman style, and shake him until he gave up.

Of course, it never seemed to be that easy, and though Mr. Einar had said not to make plans, Archer didn't think that was the sort of spontaniety that was going to work. He watched as a young lady went for salt water and various people proffered their arms. He didn't know what his blood type was and doubted it was O anyway, so he could not offer his assistance there.

Archer looked at Rodney, the unfamiliar LOTUS member's suggestion intriguing him. "What sort of opening would we be looking for?" he asked, thinking perhaps that maybe there would be a good sounding out of evil after all. "Do you think he would leave this antidote around somewhere, perhaps?" It didn't sound like the dastard, from Einar's description.

"It's like hunting."

Rodney had spoken clearly, grasping his bangs as he thought. He had risen on his toes, only to fall back on the flats of his feet, teetering like a little boy who was reacting to having hit his head on something powerful, and perhaps overwhelming. He had inhaled a few breaths before easing over.

"Animals are unpredictable. They'll run any which way, without any thought or pattern. They're just moving away from what they perceive to be a conflict, and if they're aggressive, they'll strike." His hand had lowered over his face. "You have to be careful because of that. There are some animals that could topple you in an instant with weight alone; that's why you look for an opening - a way to catch them off guard. The minute they drop it, you fire." He had paused, imagining the idea of a gun. Hunting people or imagining a scenario the way he would imagine hunting was almost obscene. "... In this case ... He has something, doesn't he? T-that thing. That gun... So that's like weight. He could topple someone, and it'd be over. But if someone caught him off guard and immobilized him long enough to get the gun away, wouldn't it be possible to catch him, to bring him here?"

He had tensed again suddenly, glancing off in the direction of Lai. He had heard the man mention skills. Cunning. Strength. "What we need is someone who can work a gun with good aim. Enough to hit a leg, both legs ... A number of shots." Rodney was beginning to imagine an overbearing monster that would eat them alive.

"... On second thought... Maybe that isn't such a good idea after all. Shooting him." He had drooped, almost disheartened. What else would they do, though? Time seemed to be moving. There was a cure mentioned - he was almost positive the Audun had it. "In small numbers, it might be secure - three might work, any more and there might be invisibility issues - it'd be easier to get caught. But it's still ... Uhm... I-It's still... Maybe with an escape route and someone manning an escape, but if he can take a bullet ..."

He had shaken his head, pausing when Lai had began to speak. There were a number of faces he had never seen before, but he was listening - and wise words had been uttered. "You're right. Writing this down is a good idea. We need paper and a pen. I-I'll go get it! One minute!"

Rodney had jumped, scrambling away from the crowd rather quickly. He was a fast runner, though undoubtedly trippy the whole way along. It had taken him a while to make his way back to his room, but he had found it, fortunately, and made it back within a quick bit of time, lugging along with him paper and a pencil, though the paper was partially crumbled and mildly scribbled on. It was in well enough condition to work.

He paused, looking down at the sketchbook. "Demande-t-elle," he repeated. "Miss Sian, this man says he's type O negative." Once more, he nudged the brunette recruit forward. "Vous devrez être proche d'Einar," said the priest. "Vous aidez la mademoiselle bien, s'il vous plait, merci beaucoup."

At least he was a little bit useful, he thought.