<div class="floatleft">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Pretty_Women_In_The_Workplace_zpsf1ec314f.jpeg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0906 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Doctor Susan Nuress</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>En route to sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving toward Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nadami, Duskfire, Wade</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Doctor Nuress gave a small smile at Commander Wade.<em>Ah, she gets it!  Finally, someone that understands the importance of what I am doing.</em>"Commander Wade," she started politely, "I assume that your doctor did as I said and set up a containment field around all of sick bay.  However, what we're dealing with is particularly adaptive and resistant.  I would like you to strengthen the containment field such that not even a quark can get out.  I would then like you to set another containment field a meter out encircling the first.  I cannot risk exposure to your ship.  The last thing either of us would want is for an epidemic to hit this ship before I find a cure, right?"<br/><br/>