<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br/><br/>Carl continued to study the various texts.  The process was actually beginning to interest him, and he might actually have a knack for it.  Mind games were paramount, apparently, in a proper interrogation.  Although his English wasn't perfect, and his accent obvious, he still had a way with words, he thought.  But like usual, these days, his time was not his own.<br/><br/>As much as the prisoners were the property of Gen-Tech, he was under Dad's thumb.  Sooner or later that would stop, but for now they existed in a sort of situation of mutual need.  So Carl put up with dad's shit, and dad put up with his.  At the moment, it was dad's turn to take a crap... that was indicated by the buzzing sound coming from the com-pad.<br/><br/>He walked over to it and sighed.  It was there again - "HARDCOPY ONLY"...<br/><br/>He authenticated to the pad, and it wanted more.  Three passwords, a thumb print, and a retinal scan.  Even the last bit about Sinclair's lawyer didn't have that level of protection...  Whatever was in the message, it was going to be bad, annoying, or both.  It finished printing and he read it.  Then read it again.  After the third read, he put it down and rubbed his temples.  There really wasn't anyone around he trusted that much, and the instructions from his father had specifically stated he was to remain 'hands off'.<br/><br/>After banging his head on the desk a few times, he thought he might have a solution - it was a strange one, but what the hell...  Someone needed to be dead, and he'd just been handed a serial killer.  He shrugged, touched the com-pad, and sent for Popov...<strong>* Escort Prisoner Amelia Lightfoot from CD-08 to my lab and restrain on the table.  Take an extra guard with you - she is a nut-case * </strong>.<br/><br/>He'd intended to "interrogate" Amelia, but now, things had become somewhat more complex.  He began to flip through various drug references as he waited for Popov's confirmation...