Sector 7 HMUC Bio-Verification Site, Northeastern Corzibar
Isla Williams fumbled with the cable as she connected the scanner to her laptop, her shaking hands making it difficult to get the end plugged into the port. When she finally succeeded, her fingers worked furiously at her keyboard.
"Come on," she muttered to herself, watching the display until a long bar appeared upon it. "Yes!" Behind her, the scanner beeped, and within a few minutes, its harddrive was wiped clean.
From there, she swiftly disconnected the cable, wound it up and deposited it in the inner pocket of her lab coat. Pivoting on her heel, she swung open the freezer door, and rummaged through the dozens of blood samples until she found the ones belonging to Wren Miller. One by one, she removed them, opened them, poured them onto the ground, and dropped the empty vials in the trash.
When she had finished, she flipped her laptop over and slid the bottom cover off, revealing a small wired headset and microphone. Removing the headset, Isla replaced the cover, set the headset momentarily aside, and instructed the laptop harddrive to wipe itself just as she had done to the scanner. While it obeyed her commands, she plugged the headset into the phone on the rear wall of the evaluation tent.
Dialing a series of numbers reserved only for emergencies, Isla Williams ripped her breathing mask from her face and paced in circles until a familiar voice came onto the line.
"This is Doctor Isla Williams," she whispered into the mic. "I need to speak to the Captain, now."
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