injectblue (injectblue) wrote in repose, @ 2016-11-26 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, isaiah bishop, matt devlin |
Isaiah and Matt
Who: Isaiah and Matt
What: A meeting
Where: Isaiah's Area 52 Lab
When: Nowish?
Warnings/Rating: Will update as needed - possibly some talk of medical/science/experimental things?
There were two sections of the lab once inside the door to the hallway. The first section held desks and tables, work areas to write up reports and to access testing results. The space was large enough and well-lit, much the same as the second part of the lab. The back wall of the first room was actually only a half-wall, everything from waist up was glass (of some sort), separating and sealing off the inner lab with another security door, an intercom next to it to communicate between the two areas. There were several techs in each section, each of them working diligently at a station, but they all looked up when the outer door opened, either at the sound or the sight of motion in their periphery. Everyone associated with the project was already inside the lab, so the opening of the door meant an outsider.
And while the first door could be accessed by the ID pass of anyone with high enough clearance, the inner door only opened with the fingerprint of someone assigned to the project. (Somewhere in the maze of bureaucratic requisitions, someone had put in for a retinal scanner instead, but that wasn't known to anyone currently in the lab and would still be at least a week before its purchase and installation would be approved.)
And there, in one of the dimmer corners of the large room, was a simple cot with a pillow and a military-drab blanket, a styrofoam take-out container sitting on top. Tucked beneath, hard to see without a particularly keen eye, was a flat clear tote bin, a few personal items and changes of clothes within. And only very keen eyes (ones looking specifically for it) would see the tiny camera lenses in the corners of the room. At the closest lab bench to the cot, computers and lab books and pipettes and samples... anything and everything was spread out around the one person who hadn't looked up at the opening of the outer door. The man whose hands were steady but who looked like he hadn't slept in long enough to affect his appearance, drawn and a little grey around the edges, darkness beneath his eyes. Working diligently.
"Can I help you?" That from one of the techs in the outer lab, a young woman with dark hair and 'J. Diaz' on her ID badge.