Stein um Stein [Eureka]
Posted: 13 Nov 2016, 21:41
“…thirty cc’s from Four, twenty-five from Thirteen, and one-hundred-forty from Zero. Place them in the centrifuge for another four hours.” The gruff voice, brimming with exhaustion, sounded as bedraggled as the man it had belonged to. It was closing in on his forty-third hour on duty without so much as a foot outside, not a wink of sleep, and only a modest meal, sometime around midnight the night before, if he could remember it clearly.
He stood from his desk, letting the white coat fall from his shoulders to land draped across the back of his chair. He stretched, arcing his back with a growl of content before he snatched the lab coat from the chair, hanging it on the rack against the wall. He exchanged it quickly for his own coat, a worn but immaculate black leather duster. The replacement caused the woman settled neatly behind one of the lab’s two microscopes to pop over the equipment and lift her dark brows, perfectly shaped without an ounce of her makeup out of place.
If she put half as much focus into her work as she did into her face, she might be a half decent assistant.
The thought was a bitter lash at the woman’s vanity that went unspoken. They stood in silence for a moment, glaring at one another before the woman finally spoke, the wet, red sheen of her lipstick glittering in the harsh, sterile light of the laboratory. “And where are you gallivanting off to in the middle of the night, while you leave me to do all of your work?” The question was a snap, a harsh lash of a voice he’d grown to resent. These locals were hardly aware of protocol, or of the faintest idea of what it was that they were doing. They were a single rung above trained monkeys on the ladder of lab assistants.
A faint tic in his jaw was all he needed for the girl to see she’d gone too far. She sank into her seat and muttered as he pulled his coat around his shoulders. “Einheimischen.” He muttered the single word beneath his breath, his agitation with the lab tech visible in every motion he made, every syllable of the word. He grabbed his hat from the hook next to where his coat had hung before he turned to the raven-haired tech. “Just do your job, Melissa, or I will contact the University about another assistant for the night shift.” The girl sank deeper into her seat, completely hidden behind the large frame of the microscope as she muttered her apology.
Without another word to the woman, he stepped out of the crisp, harsh light of his prison, and into the sharp air of the late Northern autumn. He took a deep breath of the cleansing air and ran his hand along his coat pocket, finding his crumpled pack of cigarettes empty. He didn’t remember using the last of them, and made a mental note to himself to watch the other techs. Theft was serious in this current line of scientific inquiry. The nature of their work was dangerous, and it required the integrity of everyone on his staff. He couldn’t trust that someone that would steal cigarettes would be incapable of leaking his studies to the public before they were prepared.
Food, he thought, then a smoke, and some rest. I can catch enough sleep in four hours for another night. He nodded, the plan set as he pulled his cellphone from his coat and checked the balance on his research account. The amount of funding that the company had granted him was astounding. He hasn’t expected half of what they had thrown at him. That number, alone, gave him faith in what he was doing.
This could save countless lives, he thought to himself as he headed for the nearest transit station. He reasoned he could find something to eat between here and the apartment. The only question now was what he would find at this late hour to sate him for another night.
He stood from his desk, letting the white coat fall from his shoulders to land draped across the back of his chair. He stretched, arcing his back with a growl of content before he snatched the lab coat from the chair, hanging it on the rack against the wall. He exchanged it quickly for his own coat, a worn but immaculate black leather duster. The replacement caused the woman settled neatly behind one of the lab’s two microscopes to pop over the equipment and lift her dark brows, perfectly shaped without an ounce of her makeup out of place.
If she put half as much focus into her work as she did into her face, she might be a half decent assistant.
The thought was a bitter lash at the woman’s vanity that went unspoken. They stood in silence for a moment, glaring at one another before the woman finally spoke, the wet, red sheen of her lipstick glittering in the harsh, sterile light of the laboratory. “And where are you gallivanting off to in the middle of the night, while you leave me to do all of your work?” The question was a snap, a harsh lash of a voice he’d grown to resent. These locals were hardly aware of protocol, or of the faintest idea of what it was that they were doing. They were a single rung above trained monkeys on the ladder of lab assistants.
A faint tic in his jaw was all he needed for the girl to see she’d gone too far. She sank into her seat and muttered as he pulled his coat around his shoulders. “Einheimischen.” He muttered the single word beneath his breath, his agitation with the lab tech visible in every motion he made, every syllable of the word. He grabbed his hat from the hook next to where his coat had hung before he turned to the raven-haired tech. “Just do your job, Melissa, or I will contact the University about another assistant for the night shift.” The girl sank deeper into her seat, completely hidden behind the large frame of the microscope as she muttered her apology.
Without another word to the woman, he stepped out of the crisp, harsh light of his prison, and into the sharp air of the late Northern autumn. He took a deep breath of the cleansing air and ran his hand along his coat pocket, finding his crumpled pack of cigarettes empty. He didn’t remember using the last of them, and made a mental note to himself to watch the other techs. Theft was serious in this current line of scientific inquiry. The nature of their work was dangerous, and it required the integrity of everyone on his staff. He couldn’t trust that someone that would steal cigarettes would be incapable of leaking his studies to the public before they were prepared.
Food, he thought, then a smoke, and some rest. I can catch enough sleep in four hours for another night. He nodded, the plan set as he pulled his cellphone from his coat and checked the balance on his research account. The amount of funding that the company had granted him was astounding. He hasn’t expected half of what they had thrown at him. That number, alone, gave him faith in what he was doing.
This could save countless lives, he thought to himself as he headed for the nearest transit station. He reasoned he could find something to eat between here and the apartment. The only question now was what he would find at this late hour to sate him for another night.