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"Thank you," Leonek quietly says to Salem, once he's been patched up. With the adrenaline wearing off, the enormity of what just occurred is catching up to him, and it has cast a pall over the man. He steps over to the Land Rover and settles into the driver's seat, ready to lose himself in...

"Acute infarction, yes," Evans says, smearing conductive gel on the shock pads. "If we can't revive him we'll be sending another bag to McMurdo. Get clear!" There's a 'splsh' sound as the doctor presses the pads to Xavier's chest, and he triggers the voltage.

Evans pulls the defibrillator from the supply closet and cradles it close as he makes his way back to where Xavier is lying. "Get his shirt open," he tells Arthur, hoping the man isn't the type to freeze in a crisis. He drops to his knees and flicks the defibrillator on. Precious seconds p...

The Pole makes a 'stay' motion with his hands. "You relax, Mr. Maddox. I will look for your things." He casts a doubtful look into the helicopter's crushed rear, then crouches down to carefully check the wreckage for a dark grey briefcase--or anything else salvageable.

Leonek rubs his head, fingers coming away slick with blood. He must have gotten a small cut in the crash. It doesn't seem mild enough to worry about, however; he wipes his fingers on a shirt sleeve and continues looking to see if there's anything that can be retrieved from the wreckage.

"I need a hand up here!" Evans shouted as he turned for the emergency locker. There was a defibrillator there--he liked the clinic model better but didn't want to be out of Xavier's sight. He dashes down the hallway and tears the locker open, looking for the machine.

I've been absent the last couple of days--sorry about that! Unexpected medical issue. Things should be back to normal now however.

I've been absent the last couple of days--sorry about that! Unexpected medical issue. Things should be back to normal now however.

With the immediate danger past, Leonek helps to gather people and material from the chopper.

"Good God, Xavier," Evans says. He takes one of the Chief's hands in his, fingers on the wrist, feeling for the pulse--is there arrhythmia? The clammy sweat was apparent, he didn't have to check for that. The doctor wracks his brain to figure out a diagnosis.

Shaken and rattled, it takes Leonek a few moments to get his wits. He undoes the straps holding him to his seat and looks around; there's nothing to be done for the man outside, and there are too many people crowded around Tobias in the back, so he reaches up to try and throw open the helicopter's c...

Evans leans in close to Xavier, a conspiratorial air about him, but before he gets a word out the chief is doubled over. "Xavier? What is it?"

Leonek changes into civvies, packing a couple of days' worth as well. Hopefully they wouldn't be gone any longer than that. He keeps his Browning with him rather than packing it away; he tucks it into the small of his back where shirt tails and a coat can keep it covered. The map goes into a coat po...

Evans' eyes slide from Bailey to Arthur and back again. "No," he says, clearly lying. "I'll be... I'll be right back." He heads up the stairs, stops outside of Xavier's room--then pauses. After a moment's thought he keeps going, to the clinic, and heads inside. From a storage loc...

Leonek shook his head; no questions from him. He didn't get up yet, though, wanting to hear what the Brigadier would have to say to the others. He'd have to stop by the quartermaster's when this was done and ask for a map--breakfast and the chopper ride would be ample time to study the layout of Dun...

Dunwich? Leonek wasn't even sure if he had ever heard of it, let alone knowing anything that might shed light on these weird mutations. Having nothing to contribute to the planning, he kept quiet, and worried about Dr. Kirby. Hopefully she was still okay... but he and his family knew what it often m...

"Walter?" Evans' face goes pale and he sputters for a moment before placing a hand on the stair railing. "We... I have to tell Xavier. Will you... watch the airlock?" He takes a step up the staircase, pauses, and asks, "Are you armed?"

" They're pissed?" Evans asks, red creeping into his face. "I'm the one who looks like a right buffoon! I did the autopsies on Childs and MacReady, I tagged the corpses, I bagged them, tagged the body bags, and attached all the proper paperwork. I double- and triple-checked that every...

A frown crosses the doctor's face. "What does that mean, 'they never got it?' They must have. You helped me with the body bags, Robert--there were two, and I certainly didn't have them loaded down with snow. Obviously there's some problem on their end."