Andrews picks a seat away from other patrons. He orders a beer, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and places the lighter next to it. He lights one up and blows over the lamp hanging over the table, sending the smoke billowing out around the light. Without any warm up, he says, "I could be in really big trouble here, Solomon." Calling Brown by his first name is usually enough to shock him to attention. He goes on, "I just want you to know the truth, in case anything happens to me. I know that I don't have to tell you that this stays in this room. Not even the Bureau can handle this *CED*. Well, obviously."
He takes a couple of long drags from his cigarette, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, before his eyes meet with Browns. "I opened the door to Examination Room #3, and saw someone standing behind a curtain with a light behind it. Figuring that it was Gutierrez, I called out his name. He didn't answer." says Andrews, his arm propping his head up with his fingers on his temple. "I called security and asked them to see who it was back there. It was Santana's corpse standing over Gutierrez's body, laid out on a slab like he was the one about to be autopsied." Andrews relays, as he probes Brown eyes for some sense that his partner believes him. "Santana's body collapsed on the floor before the guard got there. Gutierrez woke up. He seemed fine. I told him to wait for a doctor to check him out, but he refused. I pressed the issue, and he relented at first. He....", Andrews seems visibly tense right now, as he lights one cigarette off of the other. "He made a move, like he was going to take his jacket off and comply. That's when he grabbed the scalpel and slammed it into that guards chest." he says, pausing to down the rest of his beer. "I opened fire." he coughs out, the alcohol drying his throat as he talks.
"Now here's where *CED* gets pretty *CED*ing unbelievable. You may want to get a drink too." Andrews says, leaning across the table so he can pretty much whisper. "He knocks me to the ground, we're struggling. As I try to keep that scalpel out of my chest cavity....something happens." Andrews says, his voice lowering still. "I was focused on that blade, but my eye caught something, Gutierrez's throat was starting to swell. And then, Solomon, I swear to Jesus Christ on this. *CED*ing tentacles come out of his mouth." Andrews stops talking and waits to see Brown's reaction. "It gets worse." he says quietly as he looks Brown straight in the eye, the only thing not sober about his look is the empty beer near his hand. "Even after I put Gutierrez down, and believe me, it was no easier than *CED*ing Santana, something else happened." he says, his hands visibly shaking at this point. "Whatever he had in his mouth starting coming out, I dunno, some kind of slug thing. It started going for the dead guard. That's when I got out the bleach." Andrews continues, the stink of fear is all over him now. He looks again at Brown, not sure if he's making a mistake by telling him this. His eyes are searching his partners' for clues, trying to figure on how vulnerable he really is now.
As he lights another cigarette, he begins to chuckle, a horrible nervous laughter, "Funny part is," he begins again, "somebody big knows everything! They have the tapes, they have the slug, hell, they even got that other security guard, um...Frank, or whatever it was." He drags on his cigarette again, "And now they're saying that the sphere was an NSA satellite? Whatever it was, it fell from the sky, and that's where it came from. Probably where that slug came from too. And they know what happened." he repeats, "Now I'm *CED*ed!" he says crossing his arms, looking pretty damn upset.
Andrews excuses himself and goes to the bathroom to clean up, and upon returning says, "Well, let's not keep the man waiting."
