---> From Recreation Deck

Drago lead the medics quietly into medical and straight to a containment room "Put him on the table and make sure he is securely restrained."

Tapping some things into the computer Drago spoke with Marco, "Marco, who is in charge of engineering? We may need to improve the restraints and containment."

Hans enters and heads straight to the decontamination showers to get out of his Hazmat suit.
When the body of Cpl Patterson enters he speaks to the orderlies"I agree,Get him into an examination theatre...the one that isn't ruined of course...Are you assigned to us for the duration?" He asks the guards.
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"Major Ascott has ordered a two guard detachment to stay with the body at all times sir," one of the marines replied as the HAZMAT team tied Patterson down on the autopsy slab. Using three extra straps they made sure he was tightly secured.

"Chief of engineering is Stephen Cornell," M4RC0 replied to Dragoslav.

The two marines took up positions near the doors, their weapons readied.

"So uh...Drago...What's the plan? I can try and cut him open again but I would like a somthing a little more concrete before we do..."

"Wish I knew what was the correct course of action but at the moment all I have are a bunch of possibilities. First I would like to get Mr. Cornell up here to see about reinforcing this room and those restraints. Would prefer not have a repeat of earlier."

Drago began reading equipment, "As for the rest, let me run some things by you and get your input and hopefully Genassi's and anyone else he can bring to the table."

Hans nods,rubbing he eyes with the palm of his hand.
"Right,Sure...Okay...So we know that everyone is infected with this virus right? But it only becomes active AFTER exposed to a significant amount of radiation...and can appear to heal wounded tissue at a highly accelerated rate,including bringing a person back from the dead...Is that about it?"

He was slowly waking up. That much he knew. But where was he? Why was he so cold? And naked, why the hell was he naked? He tried moving, but failed. Restrained. Was he restrained? Why?
He heard voices. Unfamiliar, but the language he understood. There was someone with him. No, more than one person. He needed to get up. Try damnit, try Troy!

A loud bang. A sudden sharp pain. Then darkness again.

A shot rang out.

One of the marines at the door stepped forward, his SA-80X shouldered, the barrel smoking.
He had just shot the corpse of Cpl. Patterson, and now slowly approached it.
"Stand back sirs," he ordered Fisher and Urzica as he poked the body with his gunbarrel. The other marine raised his weapon too, to cover his teammate.
"What the hell Tyler, why dio you fire?" the second marine asked.

"He moved. I swear to god, he moved."

Flinching at the sound of shot Hans has to bite off the urge to shout at the soldier.
"I must be more twitchy than I thought"he bemoaned inwardly as he strides up to the glass of the examination room and observing the corpse of Cpl Patterson.

Yup...Still a corpse

"Goddamnit! The hell did Gennesi want from him? He wasn't even a proper doctor,he was a groubdpounder with delusions of grandeur!"

Sighing,Hans traces his fingers over the observation equipment display,not exactly expecting to find anything even as he checked Patterson's vitals (or lack thereof) for anything out of the ordinary.

Hans discovers that just before the soldier shot the corpse, it had three heartbeats... just three, then the gun stopped the heart again...

Drago jumps as the shot goes off, dropping the wires and monitor cables he had been holding.

Stepping back Drago looked over the monitors, "Marco ask Mister Cornell if he could join us. I would like to make sure the restraints will be effective."

Again moving forward Drago picked up the cables, "Gentlemen if you would keep a close eye on the corpse. I need to attach these cables."

Drago quickly begins attaching the cables from the computer. "We need to begin a deep brain scan looking for any signs of activity."

As Drago attaches the monitors, Hans squints at the consoles,attempting to discern any kind of meaning from the readings he's getting.

"Hey...Uh...Drago...before...Tyler pinged the corpse...it had...quite a few heartbeats..."

Dragos frown deepened as he thought about this new bit of information with everything hooked up and connected he began running every conceivable test he could think of starting with a brain scan. "That's even more troubling. I your opinion Hans why did Patterson head to the freezer?"

Hans shrugs "Perhaps the cold? Perhaps somthing in the fridge that it wanted, Maybe it was just ran where it was chased?"He massages one of his eyes with the palm of his hand and grimaces"I really don't know"

"It was just laying there when we arrived," Genassi thought out loud. "Didn't do anything. We put him on the slab here, and it starts moving again..." He paced up and down the lab, trying to figure out what they were missing.
"Marco, lower temperature in the lab to minus one degree celcius please."
He then turns to Drago and Hans.
"Lets see what happens if we cool it down. What's the corporal's temperature at the moment? Lets get some cold in here gradually. We can crank up the internal heaters of our hazmat suits if need be..."

Hans watches the display and relays back the temperature drop while monitoring the Corporals vitals. "2 °C,-1 °C,-5°C"
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Drago kept a close eye on the monitors also watching for any signs of activity on the EEG or any of the others.

According to the monitors the triple celled organisms start to become more active when temperatures reach -5 and lower, ever increasing activity with every degree in drop.
The corporal himself shows no signs of human life. The more he cools down, the more the alien cells take over.
The body on the slab remains motionless, however activity on a cellular level steadily increases...

>> From Cryo Chamber >>

If Sasha could have slammed door to medical open she would have. As it was she simply stomped up to the reception desk and slammed her hands down on it. "Someone needs to sort out your compassion matrix Marco. Preferably with a big hammer." She grunted and closed her eyes to fend off a wave of dizziness. She'd moved to much to fast and her body was not happy with it. Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly trying to keep from passing out. She really hoped this was a side effect of cryo and not caused by the pregnancy cause weeks on end of feeling this this did not seem like a fun future.

Addison looked up from her seat at the desk, slightly amused by the young woman cussing at Marco. The AI indeed lacked compassion, but what could one expect. It was a program. Highly sophisticated yes, but still a program.
"Can i help you?" she inquired as she took her dataslate and opened a blank file.

With her eyes still closed Sasha attempted to nod at the woman. The movement didn't agree with her head though and it took a few seconds of pressing her hands harder into the desk before the dizziness passed and she could speak. "Sasha King reporting from Cryo," she said, finally opening her eyes and looking up.

"So Marco is still waking people at random I see." Addison smiled. She quickly tapped a few things into the dataslate. "I hope you slept well?"

Her face then turned serious as the slate returned no information, her gaze locked on Sasha quizically.
"What was your name again?"

With the dizziness passing Sasha stood up properly, a grin spreading across her face. Now this was much closer to the reaction she'd expected her presence to bring. "Oh no, from the looks of things he was told to open all the military personnel pods." She said before her face took on a slightly more serious expression and she added, "He actually managed most of them." She turned her head from side to side as if looking around for something, or someone before answering the question, "I'm Sasha King," she said. Then, leaning across the desk she added in a conspiratorial whisper, "I'm a stowaway." Her grin widened again as she straightened up.

"Getting increased cellular activity...keep going ?" Hans hand hovers directly over the abort button.

Drago looked from the instruments to Hans and then to Genassi, "Have to admit I am not sure. If the organism was causing the rush to the freezer, it may need the cold. It may have been trying to escape the heat."