director_global: (blue-eyed intensity)
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There are days when things are more stressful than others. Unfortunately, those days seem to happen a lot in Eureka.

"It had to come from somewhere." There's no missing the edge to Stark's words, even as he strives to keep his tone reasonable. "Keep looking."

"Yes sir, Dr. Stark!"

He doesn't bother to dignify that with a response; Stark's already turning toward his office door as it slides open.

"Allison, glad to see you."

A beat.

"Sheriff."

Date: 2008-11-11 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Scientist," Jack replies, feeling all clever. "Which one of your guys is responsible for the Cuban Missile Crisis popping up all over town?"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Really?" Jack says, like he's not going to let this slide. He follows Nathan. "Because I have a town full of extremely anxious people who think they look at lot like missiles."

Date: 2008-11-11 02:04 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Alison)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
Allison's heels click behind the both of them; it covers up the tsk at their pissing match getting underway that she wants to give them both.

"What are they, Nathan?"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"So you don't know," Jack says, feeling like he's won. "He doesn't know."

He reaches for the elevator buttons.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:10 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Alison)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
The trip to Section Four on the elevator was blissfully short; Allison leads towards Fargo's office when the elevator doors slide open.

"I have to call this in to the DoD." Firm, final. Don't debate this with me, Nathan, Allison snaps at him in her own head.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:13 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Alison)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
"I can only wait so long," Allison doesn't slow down her pace; it keeps her from turning to see the look on Nathan's face. "I'll need to have answers."

Date: 2008-11-11 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Like what are these things that look a lot like missiles, but aren't, popping up all over your top secret town?" Jack says, just dripping with biting sarcasm.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:21 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Henry)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
"Well it's definitely a weapon, and this machine controls it."

Henry sat perched on a high stool plugging away at his workstation's laptop, with a hand thrust forward to wave at the control panel in Fargo's 'office' that he had turned on to start this whole fiasco.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:22 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Alison)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
"Well tell me you know a little bit more than that -- "

Date: 2008-11-11 02:24 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Henry)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
" -- And it's set to discharge a huge ionosphere particle beam."

There's a not-so-quiet 'Oh geez' from Fargo somewhere behind Henry, which he ignores.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Okay, okay," Jack says. "This ion beam thingy, that, uhh, is what, exactly?"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:27 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Fargo)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
Just slow enough to be helpful, not slow enough to be pejorative: "Irradiated uranium isotopes."

Fargo throws another Oh God! to the room at large.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
That's when it dawns in Jack's head. "Oh, death ray," he says. He turns to Nathan. "Why don't you just say death ray?"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:33 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Henry)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
Henry moves on.

"I searched your entire database. There's not one reference to silos, or irradiated isotopes, or ionosphere particle beams!"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Try death ray?" Jack chimes in, not thinking it'd be really helpful.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:37 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Henry)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
" -- It's as if the machine never existed!"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Did you try turning it off?" Jack says, actually thinking it might be helpful.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Oh, and that's a stupid question?" Jack says, a little aggressive. "I mean, you did just turn it on, right?"

Date: 2008-11-11 02:47 am (UTC)
eureka_npcs: (Henry)
From: [personal profile] eureka_npcs
"It was an accident!" Fargo reaffirms, in case anyone had forgotten it from the last time he had issued that particular edict.

"Jack," Henry starts, "This machine was built at the height of the Cold War. There is no off switch."

Date: 2008-11-11 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"Can you... cut the power source?" Jack suggests.

Date: 2008-11-11 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackcarter.livejournal.com
"I take that as a no," Jack says, rolling with it. "How much time do we have?"

The system, as if reacting to Jack, announces "Weapon will deploy in twenty-three hours."

"Well finally," Jack says. "A straight answer."

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