IC-Quarantine(MacPherson/Johansen/Gomez/Ellison/Wu/Simpson)

[Mr. Handy]

Z-Day - 11:21 AM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
In the intake area-
Major Jaclyn MacPherson, the head of the quarantine clinic's staff, walked into the intake area. Like the others on staff, she wore an orange Racal suit to prevent exposure to biohazards. "I just got word that the survivors we've been expecting are entering the base and will be here soon," she said, addressing the others in the room. "Let's get ready to receive them and start triage. They're all injured, one of them seriously. Remember to make sure that your suits are not breached. Otherwise you'll end up in quarantine longer than you'd planned."

Lt. Oscar Gomez did not need to be told twice. Probably nobody on the staff was more careful than him. Senior Airman Tom Wu just nodded. The thought of having to go through the chaos out there was daunting. He had been worried that he might have been sent out to escort the survivors in since he was the senior orderly, but Catherine Rourke had volunteered. He didn't understand why she wanted to go out there, but he was glad it wasn't him. Airman Gary Simpson grunted, preparing medical supplies.

In the men's isolation ward-
Captain Nils Johansen was making his rounds in the men's ward, where the male survivor who had somehow gotten inside the base perimeter earlier this morning was staying. There were eight curtained alcoves in a row, but only the last of them was occupied currently. That would change as soon as the survivors from the communications outpost were brought in. He looked into Room 8, where the elderly man from Cheyenne named Simon Crane lay sleeping on his bed. He was suffering from severe fatigue and was badly shaken by the horrors that had befallen the city this morning.

[Snapper]

Johansen:

Johansen headed over to the one patient, the old man, to have a closer look at him. Just in case.

[Mr. Handy]

Captain Nils Johnasen, please roll Medicine.

[Snapper]

Johansson:

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[Mr. Handy]

11:22 AM
In the intake area-
Major MacPherson spoke into her suit's built-in radio: "Captain Johansen, please return to the intake area. The survivors from outside will be here in a couple of minutes." Then she helped her staff ready gurneys and medical equipment. Lt. Barbara Ellison moved quickly to assist her.

In the men's isolation ward-
Captain Johansen could see that Simon Crane was in decent health, all things considered. He was suffering from exhaustion, true, but bed rest was the best thing for him. The heart monitor showed a steady heartbeat. Just then, he heard his superior officer, Major MacPherson, call him on the radio.

[Snapper]

Johansen:

Johansen radios back. "Copy that, Major, I was just checking on Mr Crane. I'll start making my way to you."

"Do I detect a note of stress in your voice, Major? Is it something you'd like to talk about? This is a safe space." Johansen smiles grimly, hoping the Major would get the humour.

Spoiler:

Is Johansen in a biohazard suit? Is he armed?

[Mr. Handy]

Yes, you're in a biohazard suit, and you have your sidearm.