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Date Posted: 14:18:56 02/18/02 Mon
Author: Dr. Edward Antony
Subject: "Now then, just relax..."
In reply to: Orderly Dyson 's message, ""Doctor WHO?"" on 20:11:32 01/20/02 Sun

"...this will only hurt for a second..."

"What will, Doc Antony?"

Edward stopped, whipping the hypodermic needle quickly behind his back.

"Dyson...you know me?"

"Uh, yeah, I think I'd know one of the Docs, especially one of the more important ones like you. I might wise off from time to time, but as an orderly, I do notice things. Yeesh.

Hey, why am I in your office? Was I having a checkup?"

Edward placed the needle back in its drawer and closed it slowly, his back to the young orderly.

"You tell me, Dyson. You came to me.

If you're going to waste my time with blasted riddles then perhaps you aren't such an observant orderly, after all. Perhaps a transfer is in order...I hear McDonald's may be hiring."

Dyson winced as his superior's words hung in the air, cold and unforgiving. Edward Antony was rarely in a good mood and even Dyson normally knew to steer clear of saying the wrong thing to him. Yet here he was in his office, obviously in trouble for something, and he couldn't even remember what. A long silence passed between them as the normally garrulous orderly sought the proper response.

"Are you still blasted here?! Get back to WORK!"

"Yessir!" Dyson said quickly rushing to the door and banging into it when it didn't automatically slide open. Rubbing his forehead, he grinned sheepishly as Antony shook his head.

"Blasted...UNLOCK!"

Dyson fled, grateful to be out of there. Inside, Edward sat at his desk, folded his arms upon it, and rested his head. Dyson's antics had tried more than his patience, and he considered the possibility that what he had just seen was no act, but a harbinger of something worse, something infinitely more threatening to his career and his life.

"I've made a good name for myself here, a good career. And Deborah, sweet Deborah, makes what I've given up to be here so much more worth it. I can't lose this. I can't lose her.

I think he and I are going to have to have a man-to-man chat very soon..."

"The only way to succeed is to make people hate you."
-Josef von Sternberg (1894-1969)

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"He's an odd one..." -- Orderly Dyson, 20:38:20 03/03/02 Sun