Who: Claudia and Max What: Working late Where: Prison When: Monday night Warnings: Naw
It was no secret that Claudia was good with her hands. There was very little that she couldn't build or repair given enough time and the right tools. It had been that way since she was almost three years old and got sick of sleeping in her crib. According to her brother Josh he and their parents were watching TV in the living room when they'd heard the crash come from the nursery where Claudia was supposed to have been sleeping. They found the crib in pieces and Claudia sitting on the crib's mattress on the floor. In her chubby, little hands were a dozen screws. She'd used her fingertips to unscrew them and get herself out. It was so simple: there was a problem and Claudia solved it.
Which was part of what was frustrating her so much currently. A virus wasn't something she could fix. It's not like she could get her hands on it, take it apart see where it mutated and put together an antidote. Virology was not her thing. So she was stuck trying to work on ways to slow the spread of the disease inside of the prison as best she could. There were a couple dozen rebreathers that she'd passed out to the medical staff in hopes that it would keep the people they needed to work on the cure from becoming infected, Lydia had taken a few to the inn and Claudia made sure the people working in the quarantine area had them. She was just thankful that she'd been working on a similar design for another project before the outbreak. Her biggest challenge was improving the prison's existing air filtration. Which basically meant building the prison an air filtration system since theirs was obsolete to the point of being useless. The better the filtration the lower the chances of the disease tearing through the prison. Yes, people were getting infected but it was at a slow and almost steady pace. In an area as populated and enclosed as the prison was they could have been buried in a wave of infected people in a matter of days.
And that was just the prison. Claudia hated thinking about the base. Knowing that Tony was infected and confined made her feel sick an helpless. The only thing she could think to do was to get him to keep trying to work on the cure and funneled the information she got to his phone. It was shitty consolation but Claudia knew there was no consolation. There was no making it better or helping him until they found a cure. Which she couldn't do much about. So back to the things she could seriously help with. So she continued working on the air filtration.
But for the moment she was taking a break from it and addressing yet another problem. After Dimitri's coup de grace with the fence Claudia had an idea for an electrified prison fence that would be run on Tesla power. Let the fence jumpers try going over with 50,000 volts buzzing through their bodies. She sat on the floor in one of the halls, back to the wall with a sketchbook on her lap drawing designs for a new system but she was having a hell of a time with the placement of the power source. "SHIT!" Frustrated with herself and with what she was working on, Claudia balled up the sketch and tossed it towards a wastebasket. The wadded up paper missed the basket and instead got caught by Max. Claudia offered a half smile. "Sorry about that. No rage. Just your every day ordinary type of temper tantrum I'm afraid."