One thing I hate about genejobs is that some “pure humans” think that they can do anything they want to them, and get away with it. But I get ahead of myself.
I was called up to the ship. Nurse Jones had run into something he thought a real doctor should look at. Crewman had been impaled in the machine shop. Had a piece through his arm and by the look of it either way to remove it would cut the artery. I showed my expert talent in surgery by heating the metal with my laser blade until it could be stretched to the breaking point inside the arm. The crewman passed out at the pain, and didn’t thank me afterwards. But he lived.
Meanwhile back on the surface the rest of the folks where going dining with the high and mighty families. May, as usual, didn’t show up on time (like when she missed getting to a ship on that slaver station). They checked on her, and she was down, bleeding from the eyes, convulsing. Now your below-average intelligent rent a cop knows when you are confronted by something over your head, you use the radio to call for help, right? Our rent-a-cop tried to apply his vast medical knowledge to help her. Obviously a relative of ebola, and he didn’t even take standard precaution. When that failed (and got him well exposed) he ordered right thinking crew members to not call me, an expert in disease and poisons.
They took her to the hospital, quarantined the lot of them, except for our mechanic who was wise enough to stay at the hotel. He called me and I was down in a flash with proper gear and Nurse Jones in tow. He was excited to go on his first away mission, but I brought him along for one good reason: May has publicly said if I touched her, she would be unhappy. We checked out her hotel room, even the clothes she wore to pretend to be a prostitute. And of course the vital blood samples up the computer for analysis.
We got to the hospital quickly – the people in this town were waving at us and very excited to see we were there. None of them had the necessary gear and I was fearing a major empidemic was possible. But the doctors inside the hospital seemed to know what was going on, and instantly recognized my expertise. Genetically modified ebola that was spread by touch, and for gene-jobs, stayed hidden until long after the patient had infected others. Good thing I had those meat hooks made – won’t want to touch bodies like that. I directed Nurse Jones to touch May and examine the key parts of the body most likely affected.
With the computer crunching on the antidote, and a quick test to check for infection, my quarantined buddies were freed from isolation. “Thanks, Doc.” “We are so happy to see you.” etc.
The source was likely the man who abducted May and 4 similarly attired women. All were infected, and he was waiting for us in jail, we thought. But by the time we got to the jail, there was mayhem everywhere. A jail break and the key suspect in this the only one to escape with the 4 people that stormed the jail.
Rent a cop had some bizarre ideas, but was quick enough on the draw to see the trip wire in the bad guy’s lair. Fine work on disabling the claymore. In the burned out remains of the lair, I found a scrap of a map to one of the mines. Rather than run into an obvious trap, we left the dome and did a fast flight to the external exit of the mine – the tailing pile.
My sharp eyes found what we were looking for – poorly disguised tracks of 4 people leaving the tailing area and entering the service air lock. Those led us to the hidden cargo box on treads – big enough for a shuttle to hide in. Back at the air lock, the claymore was set up and I dug a fox hole close enough to fight the survivors. The others hid a half mile away with the get away vehicle.
Long story short, we got the bad guys and accomplices. They learned the lesson that you shouldn’t carry grenades and explosive if you are going to be in enclosed areas with explosions. From the blood smears, they were all “pure human” and had no trace of the infection. And the cargo box did contain their get away vehicle. And our big computer did figure out an antidote. May and the others will live.
Mom, I think if you could tell her what a great person I am she would retract that threat and admit her love. Could you do that for me?