They had to contain her before the first dose wore off, make sure that she was still in good shape (considering) before they even tried to move her anywhere else. Now, on a second, stronger dose, the technicians can transfer their unconscious hybrid specimen to the medical center.
The equipment there is designed, and tested, for patients with a tendency toward violence. Blue is laid out on an examination chair, and her wrists are chained above her head, the collar at her neck attached to a metal lock beneath the headrest. Then they strip away her clothes and slide a medical gown around her instead.
While ACU guards man the doorway with guns drawn, several of the technicians prep their equipment as two of them guide Blue's legs into stirrups and chain her ankles to the iron bars. Once they're confident that the patient is secure, they perform a series of basic physical exams, checking her blood pressure and her heart rate, making sure that neither is at dangerous levels with the tranquilizer coursing its way through her system. One of them has just taken a blood sample when the door opens, and in strides Vic Hoskins once again as if he belongs there just as much as the medical professionals all around him.
"How we doing, boys?"
The lead technician seems surprised to have the man in charge hovering so thoroughly over his work; with the male specimens, Hoskins always closely supervised, but he let the staff do their jobs. This is an elevated level of interest, to say the least. But then, he supposes there is a hell of a lot at stake.
"Just running the last few tests, but she looks good. We should be ready to go here in a little bit."
"Good," Hoskins nods, "that's good." He moves toward the head of the chair, looking the female raptor over as though searching for any sign of imperfection. "You boys keep doing what you're doing. I wouldn't miss this."
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The equipment there is designed, and tested, for patients with a tendency toward violence. Blue is laid out on an examination chair, and her wrists are chained above her head, the collar at her neck attached to a metal lock beneath the headrest. Then they strip away her clothes and slide a medical gown around her instead.
While ACU guards man the doorway with guns drawn, several of the technicians prep their equipment as two of them guide Blue's legs into stirrups and chain her ankles to the iron bars. Once they're confident that the patient is secure, they perform a series of basic physical exams, checking her blood pressure and her heart rate, making sure that neither is at dangerous levels with the tranquilizer coursing its way through her system. One of them has just taken a blood sample when the door opens, and in strides Vic Hoskins once again as if he belongs there just as much as the medical professionals all around him.
"How we doing, boys?"
The lead technician seems surprised to have the man in charge hovering so thoroughly over his work; with the male specimens, Hoskins always closely supervised, but he let the staff do their jobs. This is an elevated level of interest, to say the least. But then, he supposes there is a hell of a lot at stake.
"Just running the last few tests, but she looks good. We should be ready to go here in a little bit."
"Good," Hoskins nods, "that's good." He moves toward the head of the chair, looking the female raptor over as though searching for any sign of imperfection. "You boys keep doing what you're doing. I wouldn't miss this."