12-29-2014, 10:25 PM
The Director glanced at Nikolai, who nodded that he may answer, before elaborating.
"The Sickness has passed in most of the males. However, the females are proving to be difficult cases."
He did not explain the methodologies behind their treatment, but Nikolai's expression was tight. He knew the women suffered the same Sickness, goddesses dying because they couldn't grasp what came so easily to him.
But the Facility wasn't a hospital, and Michael was being far more altruistic than Nikolai could tolerate. He cut a sharp look, "If you want to be a guardian angel, Michael, go to any of the dozens of quarantine camps in the world."
The Director glanced anxiously between them, but quickly smothered his emotion behind professional airs. He was certainly not going to comment.
The group emerged from the elevator and Nikolai stopped cold. From one of the storage holds emerged two men pushing gurney. A zipped body bag lay atop it. He studied the scene, thnking back to that moment when they first arrived; the memory of distant flash of power tightened his jaw, but he did not watch as the body was wheeled by. Despite their potential to be placed carefully in positions of power, like Alric in security or Ivan in police, some were too stubborn to learn. It was bone-chilling to wonder what idiots there existed in the world who dealt the talents of the gods while the intelligent among them struggled with divinity.
Besides the fallacy of having a dead body taken away was the problem with females. "Until we can get a stable response from the females, you'll only be working with males. Assuming they can be salvaged."
"The Sickness has passed in most of the males. However, the females are proving to be difficult cases."
He did not explain the methodologies behind their treatment, but Nikolai's expression was tight. He knew the women suffered the same Sickness, goddesses dying because they couldn't grasp what came so easily to him.
But the Facility wasn't a hospital, and Michael was being far more altruistic than Nikolai could tolerate. He cut a sharp look, "If you want to be a guardian angel, Michael, go to any of the dozens of quarantine camps in the world."
The Director glanced anxiously between them, but quickly smothered his emotion behind professional airs. He was certainly not going to comment.
The group emerged from the elevator and Nikolai stopped cold. From one of the storage holds emerged two men pushing gurney. A zipped body bag lay atop it. He studied the scene, thnking back to that moment when they first arrived; the memory of distant flash of power tightened his jaw, but he did not watch as the body was wheeled by. Despite their potential to be placed carefully in positions of power, like Alric in security or Ivan in police, some were too stubborn to learn. It was bone-chilling to wonder what idiots there existed in the world who dealt the talents of the gods while the intelligent among them struggled with divinity.
Besides the fallacy of having a dead body taken away was the problem with females. "Until we can get a stable response from the females, you'll only be working with males. Assuming they can be salvaged."