<strong>Dr Fields</strong><br/><br/><br/>Accompanied with two other staff members, the buggy pulled upto the steel house in a cloud of dust and tree leaves. Stepping out swiftly, Dr Fields negated the security barrier and scanner with his...well, with a wave of his arm (it would surprise nobody that he has some kind of biological security clearance over the entire base area, quarters included).<br/><br/>He was apparently in an argument with another staff member as the three of them pretty much burst through the door in a rush, talking really very loudly, straight through into the living room with barely a look around.<br/><br/>It was a woman, a female staff member, and apparently a nurse, whom was talking at Dr Fields.<br/><br/>"- can't just whisk this up, there were very acute guidelines set out in the conception of this project, and if you of all people are just going to sidestep them what precedent does it set for - "<br/><br/>"I will say once more, Nurse Darian, that your concern is<em>noted</em>. You have the right to<em>appeal</em>at the general meeting. Your powers will not be abused in this way again, but when I say this is uncommon circumstances, then believe me when I say so. Failing your understanding, simply receive this as an order and let your innate obedience supplant your reasoning."<br/><br/>With that, the two fell into a somewhat professional silence and Dr Fields immediately began working on an energy display with his powers, yellowy-orange screens popping into existence with maps of Kalston, the Krim Zone, and apparently status reports of each member of teams G and F scrolling up and down several energy screens hovering in mid-air.<br/><br/>Without looking up, assuming there were candidates listening to him, he simply said;<br/><br/>"Where are the rest."<br/><br/>His tone was taut, his manner brusque and impatient.<br/><br/><br/>