<strong> Scientist , Carl Dodd </strong><br/><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br/><br/>He grumbled.  A nap wasn't in the cards, it seemed.  Dad had gotten him too wound up.  He had absolutely no idea how to deal with this Kate Bartlett issue.  If Sinclair found out where she was, it could be bad - and if, for some reason, they had to give her up there would be repercussions if she were too badly damaged.  That took a lot of power out of his hands.  It was also possible that Sinclair would never find out, and the woman would be here for a long time.  It would have made things a lot easier if he'd known more about the circumstances - but asking his father about it was out of the question.  Dad told him what he wanted to tell him, and that was all.  He'd learned a long time ago not to question, just do.  Questioning Dad meant getting him annoyed, and getting Dad annoyed meant more stress.  Stress, he had more than enough of.  Luckily, the Fortress provided him with ample means to relieve that stress...<br/><br/>He sighed again, then dragged himself off the bed.  Best get started as soon as he could.<br/><br/>Walking to the touchscreen, he inquired as to the locations the Warden had assigned the new prisoners.  It was likely that, by now, they'd finished their intake and the guards had taken them to cells, or at least, were getting to the point of doing that.<br/><br/>The screen gave up the requested information - names, cell assignments, and mugshots.<br/><br/>Amderson, Theresa     : CD-17<br/>Bartlett, Kate               : CD-08<br/>Lightfoot, Amelia         : CD-08<br/>Thompson, Ella            : CD-17<br/><br/>She'd put the new inmates almost across from each other.  An odd choice given the fact that at least a quarter of the cells in block CD were empty at the moment.  But who was he to question - or care.<br/><br/>He changed his clothes then, putting on what he typically wore now that he was "home".  A pair of clean jeans and black work boots, a knit shirt, and a white lab coat over top.  He clipped his ID to the lab coat, and made his way back towards the cell blocks.  If he was lucky, he might be able to catch the guards before the prisoners were put in their cells and have Ms. Bartlett "rerouted"...<br/>