Lab Rats Rule!!
Mariana Stuart:
Looking over the lab, I noticed Sally and Linda had finished testing the last of the drugs. There was a smile on their faces.
It was Sally that told me the results. “Around 80% of the drugs were fine. That ‘Good Doctor’ switched drugs. If you handed out pills for a diabetic to take, these substitute pills would have killed them.” There was a lot of anger in her voice. “I’m glad the Captain took care of him.”
Linda spoke up. “I’m just thankful Dave was able to piece together enough equipment and your husband was finally able to make it work.”
“Yes. Between Dave and Andy, we’ve got a functioning Level 2 + Lab.” Glancing at the two women, it was time to mention the next task. “Ladies, before anyone can touch this planet, we need to come up with a plan to make everyone give us a DNA sample.” I had an idea, but I wanted to see if they could come up with something different.
After several moments of concentration, Linda said, “I guess we could stick a gun to everyones head and get a sample, but I doubt the Captain would go along with that idea.”
Both Sally and I chuckled. That was my first thought, but I didn’t mention it. Another minute passed without comment. It was time for me to speak up.
“Probably the easiest way to get samples, is to come up with a lot of the truth, but also a fear factor.” I had four eyes giving me a very puzzled expression.
“Mariana. Have you lost your mind?” Linda gasped.
“Hey. It makes perfect sense to me. Before posting this requirement, we tell everyone that we don’t have a Level 3 Lab and have to treat viral infections the old fashioned way and that takes a lot of time. This time delay, could result in death or a mutation in the DNA. That might cause enough fear to get our samples.”
“Oh man. That should work.” Linda was all smiles.
For the next several minutes, we organized the lab for taking our future samples.
As we finished, Sally spoke up, “I sure wish my husband would get off his high-horse.”
That took Mariana by surprise. “Exactly what do you mean?”
“As a surgeon, that jerk believes he should be the ‘big cheese’ and everyone should be coming to him.”
“But we don’t need a surgeon at the moment.” Mariana said, “ Doesn’t he realize that?” At first I was stunned, but I knew this man could be a prick at times.
“Apparently not. I’ve tried talking to him, but he won’t listen.” Sally was exasperated.
“Guess he doesn’t know that he’s not the only one that can cut.” Mariana mumbled, loudly enough to be heard! This man was beginning to piss me off. Neither Sally nor Linda knew what I was referring to.
Linda chirped up and changed the subject. “I’m hungry. Let’s go to mom’s.”
Sounded like a great idea to all of us, and that is where we headed.