<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br/><br/>One would have thought there would have been an alarm of some sort.  There were more than enough ways to tell the com-pads you were in distress.  It was the bio-filters in the ventilation signal that eventually kicked up warnings.  They were there to detect airborne nuisances like bugs, water vapor, or other particulate matter that could spread disease.  Carl supposed that "blood" fell into that category - though it was something that nobody really expected to find in the air vents.<br/><br/>He supposed that if anyone knew it was blood that had triggered the alert, they might not have been so quick to enter the Warden's quarters.  The long and short of it, was that when the maintenance people opened the door, they took to closing it again rather quickly.<br/><br/>Guards were dispatched, and a blood covered - no, blood "soaked" - Amelia Lightfoot seemed quite calm and almost "chirpy" as she was escorted to solitary confinement without much issue.  Carl himself hadn't seen any of the "carnage" yet, as he was locked in his quarters, along with the rest of the staff.  The Fortress had gone into a lock-down as soon as the bio-filters detected something was wrong, and the only people who could open or close doors at the moment, were maintenance and guards on-duty.  Off duty personnel and other staff were going to be staying where they were for a few hours yet.<br/><br/>With nobody in charge, Carl had been the appropriate "go-to" and he was busy enough coordinating guards and cleanup crews from his desk.  He had no particular desire to go looking at the Warden's quarters.  Once everything was cleaned up, he'd have to deal with Amelia in some way.  Of course, he'd also have to inform his father of the unfortunate events.  Hopefully, his own role in the fiasco would result in the prize of less contact dear-old-dad.  He crossed his fingers.<br/><br/>It was early morning.  Most of the guards he knew were locked in their own quarters, so he was dealing with the overnight staff - and the brain trust, it was not.  He sighed... it was going to be a long day...