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[evowhisperer]

  

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"Stand aside, please, I'm a doctor!"

 

Chaos. Pure, grainy, cheaply recorded chaos. The cellphone trembles violently with its owner's hands, and frightened shouting in Spanish from all around threatens to drown out the wails of a child. The dirty sidewalk is no place to treat the wounded.

 

The seven people bleeding out on the ground may not be alive to care, soon. The child screaming at a young couple's side is unhurt, but rightfully frightened.

 

Several someones pass in front of the camera. The owner moves to the side, and a loud male voice blares out, 'Are they alright? Are they alright?' when no one answers. The owner continues to move, and a frilly sleeve is pushed out of the way.

 

There's a man in a white labcoat kneeling over one of the bodies, pressing a cloth flat against a puddle of red.

 

'Hey, are they going to survive?'  the phone owner repeats. The doctor snags the cuff of someone standing too close, and orders them to keep pressing down. They step forward with shaking hands and kneel also, and soon the doctor stands and moves on.

 

Someone's voice is rising and falling hysterically. There's shouting about police, and an ambulance. The camera turns to look, but it doesn't seem that either have arrived, and when it looks back several people have begun to grab shirts from the store's open sidewalk display, following the doctor's example. 

 

The doctor is wearing a large woman's hat with a tag sticking out of it, now, conspicuously snatched from a knocked-over shelf. He's facing a direction that would normally let the camera see his profile, but the hat is big enough to hide all but his neck. He slows as he reaches a body that stares vacantly away--it's not the first he would've reached, but it is the first the camera has seen--and moves on.

 

Finally, there's the body that no one seems ready to approach, curled up and with its back to the crowd. Broken glass litters the ground around it, and when the doctor pushes it onto its back, he kicks a gun further out of reach.

 

Someone passes in front of the camera. "Hey..." The owner complains. No response, and the owner moves around. "Hey, why's he helping that fucker when there's people here who need help?"

 

The doctor's back is to the camera. It's impossible to see what he's doing until he glances towards the crowd, loops the hat's strap tightly around his jaw, and starts CPR.

 

No one stops or helps him. The camera continues to watch, eventually panning over the wounded, and the unhurt victims still milling around. Someone shouts about the police again, and more people are kneeling over the wounded victim's bodies, pressing down more cloth. The child has climbed into a sitting woman's lap, face buried in her hair.

One of makeshift medics calls out to the doctor tearfully, but they are ignored.

 

There's an outcry. The camera snaps back to the doctor, who's lifting his head from the shooter's chest, pushing down arms that have begun to move sluggishly. More shouting, with more than a couple of screams. The crowd is starting to shuffle back, and the doctor throws up a blood-soaked hand, shouting urgent assurances. The camera glimpses part of his face, and he's young, and very clearly aware of the new dangers--both from revived shooter, and the crowd.

 

"He's not armed!" Triple checking. The doctor kneels on his wrist, shifting the man to check underneath. Quadruple checking. "He has no more weapons! He's unconscious!"

 

The shooter's eyes are glazed but open, and the confusion in the crowd eddies and swirls. Before anyone can do anything, there's armed men in uniforms of the law shoving through the crowd, taking control of the situation. The crowd's din reaches a new high, and the man with the camera is forced back. It becomes impossible to see anything else, as people move back and shake the camera every which way.

 

There's only a glimpse left of the doctor left in the clip, and it's from one last ditch effort. The phone gets held high in the air, and it shows a white coat turned to one of the uniforms, hands forward, bloody, and earnestly reassuring.

 

The clip cuts out.

 

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

"What else would you call unnecessarily inducing a heart attack?" Ryuzaki asks coolly. "What you're describing would never be approved, or take too long to authorize, and any existing illness or conditions could affect results. No, the subject has to be in good health and scheduled for execution. That's how L prefers to operate, because a court-ordered death is very different from an experimental procedure on an innocent patient."

[evowhisperer]

""And how do we know that isolating a patient's death from natural causes would give us an experiment we could actually learn anything from?"

For the first time the jacket is clammy and restricting, but he very deliberately doesn't pluck at it. He has to look assured, not tense.

"Whatever trigger we use to induce the heart attack isn't just going to vanish. We could theoretically be giving ourselves the same problem, this time with blood and new blame on our own hands."

"Present it as a medical catalyst. Support it from behind the scenes as a fake charity cause. I think you may find more volunteers than you expect if you approach it from an altruistic point of view, and you'll get more cooperation along the way. Our goal is speed, isn't it?"

It's a fragile balance. He can't push too hard, or this will devolve into a fight. He won't just give up, because a life is on the line. Fighting this directly won't get him anywhere, he has to speak Ryuzaki's language. L's language too, apparently. He can do this. How else does anyone stay as high as he was in Providence and not be swept along like a puppet?

[dead_black_eyes]

"'Natural causes' can be fabricated in such ways that I don't think a human body would be able to tell the difference," Ryuzaki muses. "What matters is that the heart attack is not caused by Kira's means... outside of those constraints, there's actually a lot of flexibility for how the heart attack happens, but not so much on whom. Even if the idea of saving a life is more appealing to you than taking one, consider patient families, false hope, the temptation to believe in a miracle cure, and the attention that a farcical 'charity organization' would draw. You're talking about setting up an unnecessary obstacle course when we can walk right into a willing country and take the pulse out of a warm, living body without any red tape. If that goes well... maybe then some patient trials, but at the risk of sounding like Kira, if anyone's potentially going to die at this point, shouldn't it be someone on Death Row?"

[evowhisperer]

Caesar doesn't like it. He can see the logic anyway, of course, and the clinical part of him has to appreciate how perfectly efficient it would be. It wouldn't really be a death on his hands if someone was listed to die already, would it? It's nothing that Providence wouldn't do, or that Providence hasn't done already, using mutated faces to hide the men and women whose lives they were snuffing.

In the end it's the mention of unnecessary attention that seals it: if they save patients and allow them to survive, then it'll be one more group that can talk about nanites. He hates himself for it, but this really is the best way, isn't it?

"... There are still many alternatives that we haven't explored."

It's a token protest at this point. His heart just isn't into it, hasn't been into it since that damning reminder.

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki has scored a victory and knows it. Though he doesn't actually crow, there's an air of immense satisfaction in the way he holds himself following Caesar's reluctant non-surrender.

"Perhaps," he allows noncommittally, "but if they haven't occurred to me, the truth is that they're probably not worth exploring. Regardless of how you might think it sounds, that's just the way it is."

Most of his task force certainly wouldn't argue that.

[evowhisperer]

That arrogance pushes the wrong buttons in him. Who's the expert, here? Caesar makes a low, thoughtful noise, turning back to the cadaver. Biting retorts bubble up behind his teeth, and he stares at the exposed heart for a long second.

Forget this. He's not covering his tracks, he can take the whole heart today. He picks up a scalpel, sawing at fat veins and gristle.

"With all due respect, I generally disagree with that statement." Good: his voice is clipped, but under control. "It's just that very often, I've heard those words when a method was decided before the question was even formed. I hope we won't become to reliant on it."

The heart is free, and he drops it into the biggest jar they have. Splatters coat the inside of the glass, and Caesar studies them with detached interest.

[dead_black_eyes]

The vigor and apparent decision to part the entire organ from its meaty casing has Ryuzaki's avid attention, and his eyes are fairly glued to the process as Caesar works testily at it.

"I encourage disagreement," he says easily. "Opposing perspectives are, as a rule, at least useful thought exercises..."

Not that they matter in the long run, once I have made up my mind.

[evowhisperer]

'Thought exercises'. He thinks they're entertaining. Just like that Caesar's decision is made, and he opens his mouth, then closes it, struggling to reign himself in.

"L undoubtedly encourages it too. I'm sure he'll be interested in hearing the rationale for both reasons when they're presented in the actual proposal."

L could be like White Knight. That had been a boss that could appreciate the importance of good PR, and who'd used it to help bring Providence to the devastating scale it was today. What are the chances that Caesar can persuade him? If he brushes up on his better arguments for this, he could make this work. If they kept his cure a secret, but still make it morally palatable...

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki listens, head tilted, eyes wide and childish over the rim of his mask as he listens to Caesar's somewhat terse response. While admirably restrained, it doesn't sound friendly in the least; he knows that he's gotten under the other man's skin.

"You're sure...? Yes, I agree, I think he will be," he says. "He is a reasonable man, above many other things, so it's my feeling that you're correct. Not that I'd want to speak for him, of course."

Consider that a warning, but a gentle one.

[evowhisperer]

If it's a warning, then its true intent has fallen on deaf ears. Cesar simply nods to himself and presses the ribcage closed, smoothing flaps of skin over the exposed organs. The edges stay loose, and don't quite meet properly with the new dimensions of the ribcage.

"If we don't need any other samples besides the ones I've just collected, I think we're done here."

He removes his gloves with practiced snaps, dropping them in a nearby trashbag.

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki watches impassively as the other man works to make the body fit together again, even though it's a futile effort. Once a body is dead, decay is a one-way ride, and the detective's familiar with the reality of it... even if he admittedly can't stand the smell.

"I leave that to your judgment, Ceasar Salazar," he replies, peeling off his own gloves, but instead of tossing them, he seals them in a ziploc bag and slips them into the pocket of his lab coat. He is reluctant to leave any trace of himself in this room. "I'm here as your assistant, after all... if you say we're done, we're done."

[evowhisperer]

Cesar nods a little in L's direction, before packing the samples up into an insulated bag off to one side. Whoever set the room up seems to have anticipated their every need: the bag even has prepared cold-packs already inside, and it shows a level of foresight that borders on prophetic. Cesar takes it at face value.

He also takes it at face value that someone else is responsible for cleaning the saw and instruments, and actually finishing whatever fate is intended for the cadaver. Not that he doesn't know the procedure and stitches to put a body back together, but most of the times he's taken one apart, there isn't enough left to do so.

He pats the bag's zipper in a habitual check, and even checks his labcoat's pockets, confirming to himself whatever he's looking for. Then he nods a little, glances at L, and then leads the way out.

[dead_black_eyes]

Where this kind of thing is concerned, it might be best to take it at face-value. Or dangerous; it's really anyone's guess where this task force, Ryuzaki, and the still-enigmatic L are concerned, isn't it?

Ryuzaki notes his glances and pauses as he seems to contemplate the fact that the lab will pass out of their control once they leave this room. But then they're turning and leaving, and he follows, probably closer to Caesar than can possibly be comfortable for the man.

"There's a car outside waiting to take us back to the hotel. We won't be seen, but all the same, try not to draw any unnecessary attention."

[evowhisperer]

Lazarus is too close. Caesar pretends he's a particular clingy, young rhinoceros EVO that he'd once been fond of, and carefully doesn't turn around.

"That won't be difficult if everyone's already gone."

For a moment he wonders if they'll be cut down by Kira on the spot, just for irony's sake. They leave the building and its empty halls; by the time they reach the outside it's begun to snow heavily, and the wind has taken up a pained moan.

Caesar almost doesn't hear his phone over the sound of it. When he does, he stops just before actually entering the limosine's open door, stepping back. His phone was in airplane mode.

"Hello?"

"Caesar, you idiot." The voice is old, male, and deeply concerned. "Don't you remember how easy it is to track radioactive nanoanisotropes?"

Caesar's face drains of all color, and his free hand clutches at his forearm compulsively. "... Rylander? How are you making this call?" There's no one watching them. Are they sure? Rylander had no body. He couldn't have gotten to this dimension on his own. He couldn't be alone. How were they getting this call?

[dead_black_eyes]

Caesar's imagination will have to be sterling to sustain the effort that something so stick-like and creeping is anything at all like a young rhinoceros. The effect probably has more in common with a spider, predatory and softly, attentively stalking.

Ryuzaki is not dressed for the cold, and though he's stoic about it, his shoulders curl and tense in a way that suggests the wind is cutting right through his painfully spare frame. He starts to enter the limo ahead of Caesar, but he glances back quickly at the sound of a phone. Airplane mode, wasn't it...?

Noting Caesar's body language, clear shock and implicit fear, Ryuzaki waves a hand briskly for attention, mouthing speaker at Caesar. It's his chance to continue the conversation without having the phone snatched out of his hand by a restless investigator.

[evowhisperer]

Caesar ignores the gesture.

"There's no time to explain," Rylander says wearily. "I know you're in Japan, though I could've guessed as much from the news. Really, Caesar? The Kira cases?" He doesn't actually give Caesar time to reply.

"You need to set up a personal damping field with a sustained magnetic ferroisotrack. You remember the design. From the old days, soon after your brother's accident case."

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki's expression darkens when he's ignored; if Caesar expected that not to have consequences, he's operating under a painfully naive premise. Snakelike, the young man strikes, swiping the phone out of Caesar's hand and pointedly turning the speakerphone function on, as if demonstrating to a particularly slow child how it's done.

"There's time to explain, I assure you," he says in English. "Rylander, is it? I would also like to know how you are placing this call."

[evowhisperer]

The swipe is too fast for him to react. All at once the phone is out of his control, and although he darts towards it again, he restrains himself from following through. Rylander's words spill into hearing range like sand through fingers, and Caesar lowers his hand, glaring.

L speaks. The first answer is a profound silence on the other end. It doesn't last long, and when it breaks the other voice has an angry edge. "Who is this? Caesar, are you still there?"

"I'm here," Caesar replies. "And before you ask, I'm alright. This is my new coworker, and there's no need to worry about anything." The metananite is secure, he says without saying. Until this whole mess is resolved, that's what really matters.

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki pointedly turns away, as if anticipating an attempt to grab the phone back and actively working to circumvent it. He rolls his eyes at the way the other man's voice carries an edge. Whatever authority Ryuzaki imagines Rylander to have, it doesn't seem to intimidate him.

He quirks a brow when Caesar answers before he can, then he speaks crisply.

"I'm Caesar's new employer, actually, and this phone was set in airplane mode. I watched him do it. How are you contacting him?"

[evowhisperer]

"I have my ways," Rylander hedges, sounding unconcerned by L's flexing of authority. "When you get to be as old as I am, you learn a few tricks."

Not that he's as old as he's implying, or actually as unworried, but he can pretend. Caesar can pick up on the strain in his tone, and he presses his lips together. He wants to have a long talk with him. Neither of them have that chance.

Rylander continues. "I can't talk for long, for obvious reasons. Caesar, are you sure you're alright?"

It's a warmer tone than Caesar used. Earlier, Caesar had brushed away anticipated concerns with the blase haste that people have when there are much more important things to worry about. Rylander, on the other hand, is still talking with obvious concern. It's personal. He must've known Caesar's family, if not been part of it himself.

[dead_black_eyes]

Age is something that Ryuzaki very clearly lacks; his voice, while not youthful, certainly doesn't sound mature. He's clearly a young man in his mid-twenties, but that's not what he would consider a disadvantage, necessarily. Ever since becoming the world's premier child-detective over a decade ago, he's used his tender years to slice down others' expectations of him until his reputation needed no condescension.

"'Your ways?'" he repeats back at the other man. "You'll have to be a little more specific than that. Because while Cesar is all right, that can change if I think you're trying to sabotage my operation in any way."

[evowhisperer]

It doesn't take a lot to awaken Rylander's protective instincts: the Salazar kids have always been his favorite nephews, blood-related or not, and this man is talking about the one who gave Rylander a second chance at life. He's talking about harming someone who's only had good intentions, and who's already been forced to make terrible compromises for his employer's sake.

He's also talking about the one person who knows where the last metananite is, and on a practical level this is unacceptable.

"There's no need for that," he protests. "I'm not calling to start anything. Really, interfering with your team is the last thing either of us wants."

Not that he couldn't if he had to. If this employer makes any move to harm Caesar... Well, he doesn't know how he'd find out about it, but he'd discover a way. There's more than one way to reach out from beyond the grave, after all.

Caesar knows Rylander more than well enough to guess where his thoughts are going. This conversation is still salvageable, but he's trying to find a place to cut in before this changes. Who knows what would happen? Electronic sabotage? A cold room with a steel chair, and this time questions he couldn't answer? Unacceptable. Better to head both of them off and run damage control in Rylander's wake.

[dead_black_eyes]

Ryuzaki cannily recognizes that the masked threat, while certainly extreme, has given him some undeniable leverage in the conversation.

Well then, let's see where this is going.

"I want to believe you," he says, affecting an odd and even unnatural tone of empathy and concern. Then it flattens into his more typical monotone as he glances Cesar's way.

"Convince me."

[evowhisperer]

There's a shocked silence, and Caesar knows things are about to get out of hand. He steps forward before Rylander can find his voice.

"If you're looking for a character reference, then I can easily provide one. Dr. Rylander has been a friend of my family for over a decade."

"Don't, Caesar. You and I both know that's not what this man is looking for--"

"On the contrary." He looks at Ryzaki, still speaking to the phone. "There's nothing you can say that he can take as guarantee. My word, on the other hand, is significantly more substantiable at this time."

"Caesar..."

[dead_black_eyes]

"I want to know why you didn't mention him before," Ryuzaki says coolly, covering the mouthpiece so Rylander can't hear. "But we'll have plenty of time to talk about that later."

He uncovers the mouthpiece again.

"Caesar's got a point, Dr. Rylander. This is the first I've ever heard of you. Stay on the line, please, and tell me what you think I'm looking for. Aside from the obvious."