White washed walls - ( Alek Tanner & The Doctor )

[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___Despite the fact Alek knew better than to keep clenching and stretching his hand, he kept at it. It wasn't just the weird feeling of the tight bandaging around it, but the strange tightness of his skin. One more he thought himself a moron for grabbing the hot beaker, realizing his bad mistake at the horrid stench of burning flesh that met his nose. After dropping the beaker, he had his next issue with, cutting his hand slightly as he tried to clean up his mess before anyone came to see his stupid mistake. ___He sighed and rubbed his face with his good hand, pushing his hair off of his forehead. He took his lunch break to get himself over to the hospital. He knew enough to have not only run the hand under cold water, but to pour a bit of disinfectant on it. Neither were a bother for him. ___Alek was the type of person you'd stop and take a second glance at. His heavily scarred face and hands made him seem...different, and in fact he was. He'd been diagnosed with congenital insensitivity to pain. With no sense of pain or temperature, life is rather hard. He never liked hospitals, having hated them in childhood, but now that he was older, he knew that he wouldn't have his cousin dragging him in to get himself checked out. ___With no clue as to how long he'd been sitting there, waiting, but he'd already set himself to feel like he'd memorized the room in the time he'd been there. Returning his pale yellow-green eyes to his hand, squirming slightly where he sat. Feeling uncomfortable and trying to busy himself by checking his bag, trying to make sure he'd remember to resupply his kit for the bandages and the disinfectant when he had a chance. Looking back at the door, colorless against the colorless wall, he sighed again, starting his hand motions all over again. Mentally trying to prepare himself to actually manage to get a few words out when the doctor finally came in. Always one to have let his cousin do most of the talking for him, he usually stuck to writing notes quickly if he needed to say something that wasn't urgent.

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[LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true] - - ||we can fight our desires ! || - || they say we can love who we trust ! || - || but what is love without lust ? || - - Eyes closed, hands steepled, a man sat behind a rich mahogany desk, surrounded by the beige walls and lined bookshelves of his office. He appeared to be asleep, the deep rise and fall of his chest suggesting the pattern of one who was lazing on the job. However, gold suddenly flashed as his eyes opened, showing that the older man was not at rest, but was alert. Actually, he had simply been recalling music from a concert he attended almost a decade ago, since the day was quiet and nothing needed to be done. The Doctor supposed he should be thankful - nothing life-threatening was happening in the city, but he couldn't help feeling bored. Another beat of cheap heel on tile, then carpet as one of the nurses approached his door. Inhaling lightly, - A date after work, Nurse Alessa? - she was wearing her perfume today. Looking up at the door as he heard her hand touch it, he felt a brief flare of hope that perhaps something interesting happened today. "Hello, Doctor Artin. I have a file here for you," He noted the FBI logo on the top, and the feeling surged back slightly. "Agent Tanner for you, sir." At this, he nodded, responding with "Thank you, Nurse Alessa. I will go and tend to Agent Tanner," Glancing down at his watch, its grey face and shiny platinum parts complimented his charcoal suit and maroon tie, he looked back up to her. "Already 3 in the afternoon, hmm. Perhaps you should take off early to get ready." The nurse, having been on the cardiology floor for five years now, did not question the Doctor's knowledge, but simply smiled, thanking him and leaving. Pulling on his suit coat, he opted to forgo the white doctor's coat, since Agent Tanner's injury was not particularly severe. Picking up the file, he held it in his hand before walking out his office, down the hall, and into the elevator before punching the number 1. He skimmed the file as the elevator descended. - Second degree burn, not larger than 3 inches in any one spot. Perhaps he was subjected to chemicals. - Closing it, he walked into the lobby and through to the ER, where the man in question was waiting within one of the rooms. Recalling Agent Tanner, he stood outside the room for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts. The scent of burned flesh was faint, but present, intermingled with the Agent's normal scent, as well as that of chemicals and disinfectant. - So exposure is a possibility. - Having treated the younger man a few times before, he knew that the Agent was quiet, but dedicated, and would inform him if he thought he had been exposed to anything. Satisfied that this would only take a little while, and that his patient wouldn't attempt any lies, he opened the door. Agent Tanner was busily checking his supplies, so the Doctor made sure to click the door closed louder than he had opened it, before greeting with a calm, "Hello, Agent Tanner," while opening the correct cabinets and getting gauze, pain relievers, and gel. He did not waste time nor breath with the normal pleasantries, because asking Agent Tanner how he felt would be rather redundant, though no doubt the man was used to such tedious things. Turning back to his patient, he said, "I see you've disinfected and wrapped the burn. Am I correct in assuming you followed procedure and left it under cool water for several minutes?" he asked, although he was fairly sure that the responsible agent would have already done so. "Let me examine it and see if there is any glass left in the open wound before applying the gel and wrapping your hand." he said, since outlining procedure - even to someone who might already know it - was considered good bedside manner. The Doctor himself thought it was a waste, but perhaps it was necessary. "Is there a chance any chemical or irritant other than glass or disinfectant might have entered the wound?" he was sure the young man knew the dangers inherent in that, and left off the other doctoral commentary, waiting for the man to reply or scribble something down on a piece of paper. - At least I will have the chance to further study his antisocial personality. - he thought, and the afternoon seemed to be quite a bit less boring already.

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directed at xx. - LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD | ALEK TANNER
muse xx. - INVADERS MUST DIE x THE PRODIGY
notes xx. - Nothing to say, kinda boring. Their interaction should be fun, though!

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[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___The click of the door brought him back from his own thoughts, jerking his head up as he realized that the doctor had entered. His words once again stuck in this throat. Taking a deep breath and nodding his own attempt at a greeting back to the doctor, at least he sort of knew this one, that made everything a bit easier. ___Alek's eyes kept pinned to the doctor, on full alert and trying not to squirm to much now. When doctor Artin looked back and him he grimaced, holding out his wrapped hand slightly and nodded to having placed his hand under cold water. Compliantly he quickly started to unwrap his bandage, finally holding his damp bandaging. His hand movements had kept the cuts from any form of closing, and had dyed the white cotton a red hue in areas. Unsure what to do with the used bandaging but held his cut up and burned hand out to the other man. ___It took him a minute but he opened his mouth, and his voice came, cracking slightly. "No sir." He said quietly, but to him is seemed rather loud in the quiet room. He kept his eyes glued to his hand, looking down enough as if trying to hide behind his short bangs. Still embarrassed about his stupidity but at least it wouldn't get out, and all he'd need is a cover story if anyone asked why his hand was bandaged. ___His eyes flicked up as he heard the pen scratching the paper, trying to read what the doctor wrote despite his angle, ending with little luck. "Not that bad right?"

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[LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true] - - ||we can fight our desires ! || - || they say we can love who we trust ! || - || but what is love without lust ? || - - The man had spoken, responding to him. This was a fairly new thing, as the Doctor had ascertained previously that the younger agent only truly opened up to people he was very, very comfortable with. He assumed that since Agent Tanner now knew him, having seen him several times, he was accustomed to his presence. Nodding at the man's seeming respect for him, he deigned to treat him in kind with it. Of course, a Doctor must be professional even with the most rude of patients, but the Doctor never really was one to go out of his way for him. Writing down a script for Xanax, he placed it on the examining table, next to the agent. "As long as there's no emergency at work, you should go home and take two of these. It will cause you to fall into a deep, restful sleep, which is what your body needs right now." He watched the man keenly as the agent avoided his gaze, continuing to stare at his hand instead. However, he did question softly, "Not that bad right?". The Doctor thought to himself, - Now now, is that genuine concern for yourself in asking, or just appearances made to seem 'normal' to the doctor? - At this, the Doctor's eyes lit up slightly in interest. He already thought he knew the answer, but there would be time to test the theory later. Dragging himself out of his mind, he spoke, "No, certainly not if you didn't get anything volatile or toxic inside the wounds," Taking out a sterilized needle and thread from packaging, he applied gloves and gently took the agent's hand. Of course, he mentioned nothing about the pain, aware of his patient's history. Quickly, the wounds from the glass were stitched up, and he commented, "Now then, you will need to keep the bandage very clean. If you shower, take it off and reapply it as I am doing now." He applied the topical gel to the burns and the now-closed wounds, before swathing the hand in soft cotton gauze. He went slightly slower than normal, wanting to see if the man was paying attention, or if he wouldn't care for the proper procedures. The latter could mean several things, but the Doctor thought that perhaps Agent Tanner would not want one more scar on his body, and would take care not to let this one go that way as well. "There. Are you quite sure that that was the only place you were injured?" Doctor Artin questioned, for the scent of blood was still in the room. However, it might have been wafting from the soiled bandage and the man's worrying of it beforehand. Never one to be rude, the Doctor was aware of the young agent's disorder, and thought it best to make sure. - And as transparent as his motivations might be, he is certainly more interesting than paperwork. - With that thought, his eyes lit again slightly. He removed his latex gloves with a soft noise, before straightening the tools and kit next to him and heading over to the sink to wash his hands. This was to give Agent Tanner an easier time responding, since he didn't seem to do well when people were in his face about things. - And I am noting if not courteous. - As he lathered his hands, he smiled softly to himself, feeling the whispers of stubble move as his face wrinkled. - This is fun. -

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directed at xx. - LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD | ALEK TANNER
muse xx. - RUSSIAN LULLABY x BUTCH CLANCY
notes xx. - Not a lot to say here. Giving him an excuse to stay or go, since wrapping up threads quick is BORING.

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[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___When the prescription was placed beside him he tilted his head slightly to read it, eyes flickering up to the doctor and gave another awkward "Yes sir." Gaze going back to his raw hand. ___It was always between doctor Artin and his hands that his eyes went. Letting out a relieved sigh. "Nothing, just hot water." He said, his voice seemingly a bit more relaxed now. Watching the doctor's hands rather than his face. Intent on keeping track as if to make sure the doctor didn't miss a single cut that needed stitching. This was more out of his own paranoia about forgetting something and having it mess up later on. To anyone else it would be an odd feeling of watching a needle go in and out of their skin and only feel the tug or pull of the thread as it was sewn up ___He looked up only when the gel was being put on, nodding as he listened and set to memory what the other man said. It was usual for him, but who knows. Instructions could change one day, despite having heard the same since he was little. He shifted where he sat hoping he wasn't getting in the doctor's light or was bothering him with how much or how close he was watching the proceedings. He slowly had lowered his good hand, still holding the bandages down with how intent he'd been following along, suddenly becoming aware of them again. Tossing them on top of his bag. ___The question the doctor proposed made Alek suppress a groan. He had made sure, but with the question out there, he would go insane if he didn't. With his newly bandaged hand and his free one he did a quick pat check. Patting then checking for any signs of blood on his hands. Looking over any visible area he could before he came to the conclusion he was fine. Looking back to Doctor Artin he spoke up again "No where else." Wincing slightly as his voice cracked again while he spoke.

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[LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true] - - ||we can fight our desires ! || - || they say we can love who we trust ! || - || but what is love without lust ? || - - The Doctor observed Agent Tanner with amusement. Certainly, this man wasn't one who took things lightly. The agent paid attention well enough, but he wondered, - Why would you pay so much attention when you clearly are able to wrap a bandage yourself? - At this, he paused, sharp mind already intuiting the answer. - Awareness is a good trait, Agent Tanner. You'd do well to always be on your guard. - However, the Doctor already knew that he'd be seeing the young man again. The mottle of scars that adorned the agent's body were too thick to suggest that he would take an easy life. Especially as an FBI agent, Doctor Artin was sure that he would see the man again, even if he exercised such severe caution and paranoia in all of his actions. Keen gold eyes flitted as they watched Alek toss the dirty bandage down, sending up the scent of blood. Some of it was still rather fresh, and he knew that was the source of the smell he had inquired about earlier. He looked on with sharp interest as the man tried not to groan, stood, and began some odd ritual. - Ah, checking for injuries. I wonder, is it for the hassle later that you don't want to deal with, or genuine concern for your person? - at this, the man finally looked at his bloodless hands, and said "Nowhere else." Doctor Artin resisted the - Very clinical. - sarcasm that emerged in his head. He detected a note of rust in the young man's voice, probably from so rarely speaking. He knew that tone, knew it well. However, he couldn't let the agent go just yet. "I must confess, I am rather curious about how you seem to have evaded your FBI-issued physical for the past two years." At this, the Doctor's face wrinkled in a smile, revealing white teeth. The young agent's paranoia was macabre in the amusement it gave the Doctor. He was no sadist, nor did he particularly enjoy anothers' suffering, but the young man was unintentionally fun. That paranoia, bred into Agent Tanners' psyche over years of having to 'pat-check' himself was manifesting in other aspects of his life, even into the social. This intrigued Lawrence, although in the end, he suspected that he would bore quickly of the agent, since the root cause of his disorders were very visible to him. Still, the young man would be interesting to have around for now. Giving him a long enough time to respond before saying, "Hmmm? I have no pressing matters right now, so if you would like, I am able to examine and declare you fit for duty. I believe that although you do need your rest, it would be very poor form of me to allow you to leave without a proper examination," The Doctor smiled slightly, eyes not quite giving off warmth. - A test of trust next, perhaps? - The next step in his examination of the others' psyche continued as he said, "But of course, I am not your usual attending physician. If you would prefer me to get another doctor, I will." His gold eyes appeared almost predatory, flashing gold even around the center as he watched, unnoticed by the agent.

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directed at xx. - LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD | ALEK TANNER
muse xx. - LA ROUX x IN FOR THE KILL
notes xx. - Whee, physicals!

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[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___When he'd taken his seat again and took the time to look over how the doctor had wrapped his hand. He fidgeted under the doctor's gaze. Feeling the odd sense of being watched that he usually would try to avoid. Often either being mostly in the lab or his own apartment. ___He jerked his head up and paled at the mention of the physical. Opening his mouth and closing it a few times as his eyes flicked around the room as if it would help him make an excuse. Only managing to get out "I was really busy..." Which he immediately regretted. Dropping his head to look at his hands, feeling like a kid who forgot to finish their project on the presentation day. ___Alek didn't look up at the doctor as he spoke, at least not till he mentioned getting another doctor, Alek shook his head. "Its fine." He said feeling even more embarrassed than the beaker incident. Truthfully, he'd put the exams off, more and more, and it was probably for the best to get it done now. Though he wished doctor Artin would have kept from noticing, but the man was sharp, nothing seemed to get past him. If that would be good or bad in the long run for Alek, time would tell. At least he seemed good at his job from what Alek had observed. He set his jaw slightly and looked the doctor in the face without looking away. Waiting for whatever he wanted to start with for the exam.

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[LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true] - - ||we can fight our desires ! || - || they say we can love who we trust ! || - || but what is love without lust ? || - - An almost feral smile took over the Doctor's face, unseen by his patient. "I was really busy..." - It would seem that lack of speech has stunted your ability to lie, Agent Tanner. - The Doctor thought to himself, amusement lighting his eyes an even paler gold until he reigned it in, measuring his breath by inhaling slowly. He stared at the top of the agent's head, still pleased by the young man's obvious answer and apparent shame. - Don't want to disappoint? - he questioned himself. The young man didn't do him the courtesy of eye contact, which irritated The Doctor, but he didn't scold as the agent spoke, "It's fine.", hair ruffling as he shook in dissent. Agent Tanner looked rather embarrassed, and he sensed longing from the man. - So desirous of heading home, are you? Or perhaps you would be more willing to go back to work. Either way, it saves you the trouble of talking to people, doesn't it, Agent Tanner? - He thought to himself, musing on the agent's inability to socialize correctly. Ahh, he did want to know the root cause. Monsters are not born, they are made. However, he didn't think the young man was a monster, just a slight anomaly - a blip on The Doctor's keen radar as he searched life itself. "I see. Well then, shall we?" he questioned, intent on making sure the man was fit for agent's duty. He looked healthy enough, The Doctor's keen hearing sensing normal heart rate and respiration. Despite his occasional fascinations, he was very keen on making sure his patients were in the best of health. The Doctor took his job and title very, very seriously. However, he did not suspect that the young man would gaze at him so openly. Eye contact was a sign of trust, respect, or challenge. Agent Tanner's jaw was set, his eyes looking openly into Lawrence's, who obliged by providing him something to look at. Unblinking as normal, he held rather still at the young man's appraisal. - Not challenge, it would seem. Dread, I think, of the things to come and my continued presence. - Doctor Artin ascertained, very curious as to what the agent would continue to do. Face neutral and professional, with eyes cool, he responded with, "Now then. If you would remove your shirt and trousers, minding the bandage, I will begin the examinations." At this, he turned, collecting his patient's chart from the table on which it lay. He also fluidly moved, getting the stethoscope off of the countertop, as well as the other tools he might need for it. He heard the soft rustling of clothes behind him, sure that the man was following his instructions. When the Doctor felt sufficiently prepared, he turned, but stopped mid-pivot as his keen ears sensed something outside. Pausing, he set down his chart and tools, as not a second later, screams filled the waiting area. Rushing forward to the door, he moved gracefully, but with extreme speed for a man his age. Calling to the agent behind him, he said, "It would appear that your services are needed, Agent Tanner. We will have to finish this examination on a different date, if that is acceptable for you." calm and cool as ever in these situations. He headed to the door, palming his wicked knife, located up his right sleeve, before placing his hand on the door. Lawrence still heard noises and voices outside, as well as the loud thump of tables and chairs turning. There was shouting, and a rustling of bags and... pill bottles. - It would seem that someone is here to steal medicine, not lives. - he thought, and felt assured that his knife was not needed. Curling back his lips in another feral smile, his eyes lit up, sparkling and spinning with humor at this situation. - Ah, hopefully this will not be tedious. - before fluidly opening the door.

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directed at xx. - LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD | ALEK TANNER
muse xx. - FOLLOW YOU x YOGI FT AYAH MARAR
notes xx. - Hope you don't mind me power playing just a bit, saying that Alek had been taking his clothes off as The Doctor gathered his stuff. D: Figured it'd be alright, but I can remove if you want.

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[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___He had the keen sense to want out of that room, yet he didn't know it'd be for the reason that would arise. Instead feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Since his cousin moved away, he'd had nothing but his work. There was always a dread that he was unable to feel an issue that would take that away from him. It was a childish avoidance of hospitals and doctors that could end up having him loose the job he wanted to keep so bad, and that had become a set part of his life. Frowning to himself slightly as the doctor posed the question. He nodded in response, almost falling back into his quiet shell it seemed for a moment. Though his eyes did finally fall on the doctor's face. ___As soon as he was instructed everything was a bit easier. Not having to stick to thinking, and thus dreading. Instead his focus going to making sure he didn't mess up the bandages as he was told. It also gave him more of a chance to check he wasn't cut or bleeding anywhere and had missed it. Upper body clean he was just grabbing his belt when he too caught the commotion outside. ___Watching the doctor for a moment before fixing his belt. Moving for the gun he'd put in his bag before entering the hospital. God he hated the thing, always thinking he'd hurt himself with it, despite training. He started to regret his thoughts from before at the screams. ___He'd not wanted to be a field agent for this reason. Most of all here, he felt unprepared. Most of all being shirtless gave a wonderful fleshy target, but it wasn't like he was given time to get his shirt and jacket on, not that he'd brought anything bullet proof with him. Watching the doctor as he got himself prepared, he growled slightly as the man opened the door. Moving behind the other man with his gun pointed away and to the floor. Trying to look around the doctor as he moved into the hallway, keeping inside the edge of the hall and watching, making sure he'd be able to cover the man if anything should arise, but keeping his presence and more so, his gun's presence hidden to the commotion starters.

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[LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true] - - ||we can fight our desires ! || - || they say we can love who we trust ! || - || but what is love without lust ? || - - As soon as he wrenched the door open, The Doctor began running calculations in his head. His nostrils flared as he scented the intruder among the patients and personnel, - That lingering scent of chemicals mixed with your adrenaline certainly gives you away, my friend. - he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes as he moved down the hallway. A plan was formulated in his mind, but the young pup behind him was a wild card. However, he was quite fascinated by how the agent seemed to almost hide behind Lawrence, - Not used to taking charge? Was someone else always in control, dictating your life? - he questioned, although his mind already had affirmed those thoughts. There was only one man that seemed to be looting the pharmacy - leaving money untouched, as The Doctor only heard the rattle of pill bottles and the click of syringes. Speaking softly now, he turned his head slightly to the man behind him, still facing forward and alert, back to the agent and the wall. "It would appear as though there is only one intruder, and he seems to be gathering all types of medicine. Not a drug addict, I do not believe, for they tend to use other methods of acquiring their fix." His voice was calm, eyes collected as the barest whisper of a smile appeared on The Doctor's face. - What will you do, Agent Tanner? Certainly from my words, you realize that this is an enemy agent. - However, he continued to head along the wall, walking calmly and stately, posture ever-correct. He needed not to look around the corner as he already knew the layout of the waiting area and pharmacy, and by the sounds and smells, he knew the location of all the people within, especially the IBED agent. Suddenly, a shot rang out, as well as a yell, that broke through the terrified whimpers of the people around the area. They started screaming again, but the man's shouts drowned all but one cry out. "If you don't want to end up like this hero here, then everyone shut the fuck up, and stay down on the ground." The scent of blood reached The Doctor's nostrils, and his pupils grew in anticipation, green swallowed almost entirely by gold. - What a pathetic waste of a man, one that by the sounds of things, is not simply misguided, but has fallen off the beaten track entirely. - With a narrowing of his eyes, he finished his though, - Although, I have never been one for the beaten path. There are other means to your end though, friend. You should have taken a different route. - The Doctor certainly wished to help the unfortunate man who had been the victim of the enemy's gunfire, but he would not be much help bleeding to death on the ground. He heard more rustling, and knew that the IBED agent was once again taking drugs. - But specific ones? And for what? Certainly you would not be so careless as to only take the ones you need. - As much as he wanted to end this, he was reminded of the other presences in the room, and knew that he could not put their lives at risk. - I also value my own. - Long having since accepted his base human nature, The Doctor was not bothered by his selfish thoughts, but only sought the end of this game, for although it was fun, he longed to see what lay after. A plan finished forming in his head, that cleaned up all the variables he could imagine. Turning back slightly again, he made sure the young man was aware that he was speaking to him. In a softer, calm voice, The Doctor stated, "If you have not neglected your lessons on the shooting range as you have neglected your physicals, Agent Tanner, then it might be a wise decision to attempt to shoot your enemy." At this, he flashed something of a grin, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "However, I do not believe that you are permitted to kill him, nor would I like to be the one to attempt to patch him up. If you can render him indisposed, I will shift and leap across to the next hallway, which should give you enough time and a distraction to shoot him." At this, he turned his head fully around, making eye contact with the young agent. - The IBED agent will not be able to hit me, although I cannot say much for Agent Tanner. Let us hope he is in fact, a good shot. - With the Doctor's plan having been formulated, he gave a last wink to the agent, before his eyes began to glow gold. Stepping back slightly, he felt the hair at his temples begin to change as his muscles strained and joints popped. He grew greatly in size, the huge white lion shook his mane before snarling loudly, and leaping across the gap between the waiting room hallway to the exit hallway, clearing the 10 feet with ease. - Your move. -

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directed at xx. - LAWRENCE ARTIN, MD | ALEK TANNER
muse xx. - DISCIPLINE x NINE INCH NAILS
notes xx. - Hope this is alright!

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[Alek Tanner]

[bg=858484][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1681/alekpan.jpg] ___Once the doctor had gotten to the edge of the hall, just out of sight of the waiting room Alek followed. He'd hardly gotten more field action that samples, and never on his own. Doctor Artin was always ahead of him, seeming to do his own thing, and till Alek knew of any plan, he was more than willing to stick to the man, and watch his back for the time being. ___He was taking rather calm breaths, knowing all to well, he'd be more than useless if he panicked, yet his mind was racing trying to think what the doctor had in mind. When the man turned to him, all thoughts were pushed away with the young man's complete focus. As he looked at the man's face, he felt a slight uneasy at his smile, was he enjoying this? Nodding at the doctor's information, thinking the man must have been through this a few times already. ___He jerked as the shot sounded, his senses quivering at the unexpected noise while he was already tense. The gun in his hand was steady and kept it's muzzle to the ground. He ground his teeth at the words that rang out after the bang. Someone was down, if they could just be rid of this thief they'd more than easily be able to get help. At least they'd have a better chance by already being in the hospital. ___When the doctor turned to him again Alek met his gaze once more. Grimacing slightly as the doctor spoke of the physicals once more and making him sound like Alek had avoided the range as much as the hospital. He didn't object to the man's plan. He did worry about the fact that the doctor was going to try and cause a distraction, putting him in danger for what was a very brief moment, but a moment none the less. ___He nodded at the doctor's plan. Only glancing at him as he winked and moved back to shift. It was then Alek focused on making sure he was calm enough and prepared for what he had to do. Checking his gun quickly and removing the safety, he looked back at the opening and finally at the doctor. The snarl the doctor gave made him glad he wasn't up against him, his size was rather disheartening at this point. Turning back to the entrance to the waiting room. ___ It didn't take long after doctor Artin got himself out of view that the IBED member came around the corner. Having yelled at everyone once more to stay down. He must have thought only of the danger a lion shifter posed, he didn't even look toward where Alek stood at the ready. Alek wasn't going to give him the chance to turn, pressing the gun noticeably into the man's back. Voice ringing out roughly. "Slowly lower your weapon and kick it away." The risk of himself getting shot seemed to make the man compliant enough to follow the instruction slowly. The rattle of the gun as it slid across the tiled floor. "On your knees!" ___When the man was down, did Alek only realize...he had nothing to bind the man's wrists with.

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