After Felix had made his previous statement something clicked, “…mister walking nuclear bomb…”? He thought hard on that once the implication clicked. It may have been a mere moment for the others, but Felix had enough time to think it over, and over, and over again and again, and he had but yet one idea on what might be done to solve the problem of what to do with Mr living nuke. But it was foul, and it made his mouth pull into a quacking, begrudging, frown and made his brows arch in disgust and self-loathing, yet he knew it was the only real option when everything was said and done.
Felix considered voicing his foul scheme, but the only one with the nerve to fallow through was Uomo, if Uomo agreed to at all, and the others were sooo idealistic, they would just try to stop him as soon as he tried anything, they probably would succeed at it to, as long as he could not ketch them off guard and do it before they could react. [sblock=Ranting No. 1]Destroying the agent and the most recent archives was a still a top priority, however, the odds that they had no off site data vault, electronic or otherwise, for just such a possibility was not likely, even if they did not have one listed on thei mainframes on site, Dr. White likely had some of his own notes to work on offsite if nothing else, but on the bright side said vault might not be updated often, to help keep it hidden. The largest blow to Project Pride they were going to do was the time lost in reorganizing and relocating to another lab without drawing suspicion, and this was assuming it was the only active lab.[/sblock]
There was one last thought that went through his mind as he willed the briefly lived frown and arching brows away, even if the others did decide to go with his damnable course of action; their hands need not be stained with aiding in it nor their souls darkened by knowingly allow it to happen; Felix intended to cure the living nuke, the test was tomorrow; most likely delayed because the VIP who was to oversee it was not there yet, there was likely more than enough agent for just one meta just waiting, possibly even fully primed, if a major player was going to be there, they would have everything ready well ahead of time.
From what Felix grasped from Uomo, the just of it was the power the guy had was reusable and hair trigger enough to be used if he was merely startled.
Risking a nuclear explosion over trivialities like having the man getting spooked or have an adrenaline rush was not viable in Felix’s mind at all, nor was leaving the man in the lab. The only question was, did it had the time needed for it to work… it, being the ‘cure’ the lab was making.
[sblock=Ranting no.2]Worst case scenario, it worked too slowly, or simply activates the guy’s ability, he wakes up, their all nuked: this, a cure of a similar strain being used on him, would happen sooner or later if he is just left behind. Luckily they would be under ground, much of the blast force would be absorbed before it was unleashed onto the general public.
Alternatively it might work fast enough that it is only a, relatively, miner blast.
the next scenario is that it works out fin, and it ‘cures’ the man, but the cancerous growths happen to him and end up killing him like the others.
or it works entirely as it is meant to and it’s a happy ending.
Regardless though, Felix knew the people that brought the guy here were not stupid enough to not have a contingency plan in case he started waking up, and it would either be fatal, or it could be easily tweaked, even just over used, to become fatal… but he did know either way it would act fast enough to prevent him from going off, it had to be. They were not nearly so mad as to do tests on what amounts to a nuclear bomb without an absolute failsafe, were they?
Felix loathed the lot of the options. He did not think of his condition, or any of the others conditions, as Illnesses to be ‘cured’ like some plague, nor did he condone murder… but he was facing the fact, the guy was a living bomb. Even if the man was a Buddha, Uomo made it sound like he had ho so little control over the trigger. They were in a major city, and even if they weren’t at its heart, the death toll would more than likely been the tens of thousands, if not more if the man went off on the surface, but then again, he might have been giving the lab’s construction far too much credit, but even so, he could not leave the man in the lab, nor move him out of it while he was a nuke waiting to go off, in their faces no less.
In any scenario, if this man started waking up before he was ‘cured’ enough to be moved safely Felix simply knew he had not time to hesitate in employing whatever… ‘final solution’ theses psychopaths had dreamed up.[/sblock]
And if it happened, and if it came to be known that a meta was ‘to blame’ for the tragedy? It would start a new would war, with ‘normals’ vs ‘metas’ this could not be allowed above all else.
The risks the man posed outweighed everything to Felix, the man had to either leave ‘cured’ or in a body bag.
The cost of error was much too high for half measures. He loathed them for forcing him to do what he planned to do, and himself for being so quick to judge the man as expendable, and being so willing to go through with it.
Felix finally spoke, in a tone far colder and more callus then any he had used to date; he questioned if it was even really himself saying it as he addressed Grid. “Do we know, for certain, if the new strain is an airborne agent or if it is injected? Because if they can gas us with it I would like to also take the opportunity to physically disable the vent fans as I make my way through the vents, we’ll be long gone before stale air is a problem and we ‘ll be pressing into them before the lake of AC is more than a distracting curiosity, and before you ask, the air vents I’ll be in aren’t the owns they would use to flash vent a lab if something goes wrong.” Felix said, truth was, he was hoping it was injected, not because it was safer for them, but because it would be simpler to inject Mr bomb then gas him, vent the room, and then get him out of it.
[sblock=extra if jkason wants to use it :3]Felix looked at Grid fixedly, his eyes cold and dime; they were simply devoid of anything save a predators gaze. All the while he stood still save for a flicking of the tip of his tail; if Felix felt that Grid delayed in the answer unnecessarily, he would add a not so understanding, aggravated “Whee~l~L?” while easing his eyes narrow and tilting his head. Felix wanted this growing fiasco over with, before he lost his nerve.[/sblock]
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