Log: Collecting Samples

Date of Scene: November 13, 2016

Participants:

Corran

Dr. Michael M. Blanton

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**Underneath Racoon**
High School, a hidden Umbrella Lab was built - presumably during construction
of the school. This clean, large lab connects directly to the nursing station
through a hidden passage. One descends into the lab from a spiral stairway at
the end of a causeway. There is an electronic lift to allow staff to bring in
equipment, supplies and patients.

**The main room**
acts more of a general office, with computers and files found in it. A corridor
leads deeper into the lab, protected by a quarantine door that can be accessed
via a control panel. Down the corridor, there are several rooms including an
operating room to one side, and a room with several holding cells directly
across from it. At the far end of the hall is a locked door where supplies are
kept. Quarantine doors are found in each room, in the event of an emergency and
the lab must be sealed off.

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**Corran**

**Dr.Michael M. Blanton**

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Standing below the metallic causeway, with one arm crossed
over his chest and his other hand up scratching his chin, Alexander Corran
stares down at a computer screen left on and some files on a desk. The well dressed
man stands still, as he waits patiently for the doctor.

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 The sounds of rolling
tires echo out as the shadow of Dr.Blanton stretches out across the hall.
Behind him the sliding bookshelf entrance closes with a quiet creaking. The
motors on his chair may be effective but they aren't exactly silent, as they
propel him along. In one hand he holds an extra large fountain drink which of
course is spiked with a bit of rum to keep the flavors in.

          Everything
in this lab is handicap accessible to accommodate the good doctor and his work.
The ramps instead of stairs not exactly the most stable for footing but good
enough when one has to worry about a man that can only travel on four wheels.

          He's dressed
in that same faded punisher shirt he's always wearing, that leather jacket
over-top in place of the standard issue lab coat. A pair of very expensive
bulky headphones are draped around his neck still blaring out some heavy metal
as he gives a look to Corran. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Is
offered over in a confident voice

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Unphased by the sound of the wheelchair coming towards him,
Corran remains still for a moment as he finishes scanning over the file on the
desk. He brings both of his arms to his side, and turns to face the doctor. He
looks over the man, not exactly what he had been expecting.

"Doctor, my name is Alexander Corran. Corporate
Security for Umbrella." He says, in a cold tone. "I apologize for the
last minute warning to my visit, but unfortunately that's the nature of my
job." His eyes look to the door leading off to the other part of the lab.
"I'm here to ask you about the status of some samples you have been
working on. I've come to take any samples you have ready back with me for...
review." Corran eyes the man to watch his reaction.

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 "Well Mr.Corran
I hope you'll forgive my skepticism, but I am going to need to check your
identification." Spoken with a bit of a smile as he slows down at the mans
feet. In the chair Blanton is a rather short individual looking to be overly
skinny, almost to the point of looking anorexic, with very little in the muscle
department, though the baggy and thick nature of his clothing hides some of
that. "A completely standard precaution as I'm sure you're well
aware."

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"Very well." Corran replies as he reaches into his
jacket and pulls out his identifcation. He opens it, showing it to the doctor.
On it, his picture, position, security clearance are all listed. "I trust
that will suffice, doctor? Now that we're done screwing around, I'd like to
know the status of the samples." Right to the point.

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 "Actually I
thought I'd run some blood-work, send the copy of the identification via mail
to our Ecuadorian branch, and get personal verification from your next of kin
and the heads of the company." Spoken as he wheels over towards a rather
simple looking spot on the wall. He presses his thumb down on the surface
allowing for it to be scanned before the keypad pops up for code entry.

         "With
any luck we'll be ready for this discussion in four months or so." A smile
crosses his face, and a quick entry of a 68 digit pass-code from memory before
the wall slowly begins to slide open to reveal the low temperature storage for
the samples. "Just because I make it my life's mission to waste your
time."

          Doctor
Blanton slowly wheels through the decontamination chamber, and into the main
storage room, after receiving a full decontamination. The walls are lined with
row upon row upon row of specimines in specially designed jars.

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While his face remains unphased, deep down Corran is losing
patience with the dear doctor. He puts his identification away, and pulled out
some small case that fits in his hand. Placing it on the desk, he openes it,
then pulls out a second one - slightly smaller, and does the same.
"Doctor, while I'm sure some find you charming and amusing believe me, I
find you nothing more than an annoying cripple that we need to do some lab
work." He says, as he points down at the small cases.

"You may place the vials in here. Three in this
one." Corran points to the larger case, then moves his hand to the
smaller, "And one in this one. These are carbon fiber cases. The vials
will be safe in them."

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"Thank you, that's so kind." Spoken without an
ounce of sarcasm, just with a bright smile as he lightly bobs his head along
with the music. "You know I didn't think people had noticed the whole act
like an annoying asshole so people will let me do my job, and get
results." He reaches up to one of the vials and even with these almost
freezing cold temperatures there seems to be a living creature inside one of
the samples. It thrashes and moves with a life of its own ebbing and flowing as
it tries to find a way to escape from containment. "Let's be honest if I
was trying to be liked I wouldn't be experimenting on children." A pause
as he sets down the vial with care as the amorphous blob of a tumor seems to
lash out with razer sharp teeth in the direction of Corran. "We do our
jobs, get our money and move on with our lives",

          "When
they don't need us they pop a few rounds in the back of our heads, and move
on." As he grabs another vial. Every single one of the tumors removed from
the boy seem to still be alive and well working in a sort of unsettling unison
trying to escape. "Well that is unless you remain useful." He taps on
the side of the vial, as the tumor seems to settle down somewhat. "Which
is something I'm good at."

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A faint sigh is all he can let out as the doctor rambles.
"I'm glad you enjoy doing experiments on children, doctor. While the
practice is banned in every civilized nation, here we are. Right?" Corran
says jokingly. "As long as the price is right, who are we to care."

He pushes the boxes towards Blanton, "Place the vials
in the box. Is there anything I need to report back on these samples? How is
your research coming?"

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 Quietly the doctor
simply places the samples inside of the box for transit. His own music blaring
even louder then before. Slayer the music of choice for the doctor who has
everything but his legs. "They're alive after being contained within
liquid nitrogen and from what I can tell they suffer no ill effects from the
cold, or from various acids they've been exposed to." As he swirls round
one of the containers, a feint hissing able to be heard from inside, as it
writhes inside of the liquid nitrogen inside.

"Anything else is inside of the sealed folder on the desk." He
rests his hand atop the case for a moment. "They are expecting it to be
delivered completely unopened." He pauses as he places that last vial in
for safe keeping. The pause holds for a long while before he speaks again.
"Let me show you something.

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His eyes watch closely as the doctor puts the vials into the
boxes. "Thank you, doctor." Corran says once they are all in the
boxes, and carefully close the boxes and puts them inside his jacket pocket. He
picks up the sealed folder, and looks at it, then back at the doctor.
"What else is there to see?" He asks.

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 The motorized
wheelchair hums along, as the doctor moves back out through the decontamination
chamber. Once the room is empty of people it seals back shut, and liquid
nitrogen begins to fill the room back up in order to keep the specimens
sedated, and the chemicals properly cooled to avoid contamination.

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right past Corran, and down the hall towards the holding cells motioning for
the man to follow along behind him. He winds through the much smaller research
facility before coming up to a one way window. Inside of the room a young boy
sets playing video-games inside of what looks to be a very well supplied
bedroom of sorts with minor medical equipment. The 9 year old inside looks to
have increased muscle mass, and height turned rather massive, too large for a
boy his age. His reactions are quick, and he seems to be overly aware of his
surroundings.

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Following along, Corran stands watching the child. He
watches for a moment, before looking at the doctor. "What is it you are
showing me, doctor? I'm not a scientist. You're going to have to walk me
through the.. finer points." He says in a condescening manner, looking
back at the child.

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 "That boy, Gamma
3 has not had a single thing to eat in days." Blanton comments looking
through to the child as he seems perfectly happy and content with a room filled
with toys and devices to keep him amused. "Yet his body mass has almost
doubled since the injection of Gama, and Epsilon strains of the B-Virus."
A light pause. "He hasn't needed to eat, at all."

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"Outstanding." Corran replies, nodding in
approval. "How long do you expect he can go without food? Or is the body
naturally producing nutrients to sustain itself.. and then some?" He asks.
"Any expected side effects? The applications of this could be wide ranging
if all goes well."

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 Doctor Blanton slides
his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "The samples I gave you came from
Gamma 3" He's still visibly confident apparently quite skilled despite the
complete lack of professionalism his attire conveys. "They're produced
whenever he does eat, and are as discussed highly dangerous." Even still
the boy seems perfectly happy to be just right where he is, playing his cares
away with The Simpsons: Hit & Run. "However so long as he's kept away
from food and given water, we believe that his body will produce all the
sustenance he needs." There's a light pause. "There are a few other
concerns however those are best left to the project leads that folder is meant
for."

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Lifting the folder, Corran looks at the doctor. "While
this is meant for the project leads, rest assured doctor, I will know the
contents at some point. Security concerns." He smerks, and takes one last
look at the boy before turning and walking towards the exit. "Doctor, I
have taken enough time. I will provide the sample to those who requested it. If
any questions arise, I will return to discuss them with you. As always, this
matter is classified. You are not to discuss this with anyone. This meeting is
to appear on no official log. It never happened." He turns, offers a nod
to the doctor then climbs the spiral staircase to depart.

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