Posted by Lieutenant Naomi Locke (Sci) in Side Sim- Infirmary (Tag-Armory)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Frank Silva (Sci/Botanist) in Side Sim- Infirmary (Tag-Armory)
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As the computer read the residue, it confirmed the chemical was traces of hydrochloric acid. The amounts were very small which explained the delayed deterioration of the skin. It seemed to be evidence that the Science officer’s PADD might’ve been laced with it, but that could be only confirmed when they found the item itself and tested it.

“Doctor, traces of hydrochloric acid is confirmed so a padd registered to Mr. Stasky should have traces on it as well.” Stovik reported as he began to tidy up the medical equipment he had used and put the tools in the sterilizer.

Healer Stovik

Naomi groaned inwardly at the mention of bringing in the armory group. This wasn’t something she wanted. She didn’t need strangers interrogating her about her actions for the last twelve hours and giving her a headache, her fingers reached up to rub away the stress.

“This is turning into a huge headache for some simple information over a missing chemical,” Naomi complained, “Why did I lose that bet to do the paperwork?”

After rubbing her temple a moment longer, she turned to the CMO and the healer.

“Well, you got a place I can sit while we wait for the armory officer to get here? I’m pretty sure they will want to question everyone involved.”

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

Rachel indicated to any of the three Examination beds all of which were unoccupied “You know I don’t think I’ve had these many people in my Sickbay for a long time now.” She looked at the now-injured scientist and the Vulcan next to him and smiled absentmindedly.

Dr.Grey - CMO

Frank seemed to be becoming increasingly less interested in socializing with the brash Dr. Grey, but as Locke was more or less in charge the older man continued to wait to receive instructions, occasionally fiddling with something on his jumpsuit.

Frank Silva, Science

Naomi sighed, accepting the nearest one. She plopped herself onto the soft, gel-like surface while she waited. Minutes seemed to slip into hours thanks to her boredom. After a bit, she turned to Silva and asked, “Why do you think someone would want the chemical, you suppose?”

Though the question was directed at him, she had said loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

“I couldn’t tell you, Ma’am,” Silva reports to Locke as he thinks about it some, “I mean there are a few medical and scientific applications, mostly as a precursor to fluoride based compounds, but it is also a contact poison. Unless the crew is freebasing antidepressants then I would assume the use is mostly for a contact poison.” He shrugs looking up, “But perhaps our work here is done, Ma’am? To be honest I do not relish just standing around. Chemistry is hardly my specialty. “

Lt.j.g Silva, Science

“When I find out who did it, it’s going to be hard not to bloody strangle them,” she admitted, then pointed out

“You do realize they will want to confirm our stories right? That means some lengthy interrogating. They need to know our alibis match up or we’re going to be held on suspicion.”

Her eyes caught movement as a young, slender NE from armory entered the sickbay. His eyes snapped across the patients until he found the CMO. He stepped forward and began to jerk to attention. “JO Smith, Ma’am, you sent for an Armory officer?”

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci

Rachel smiled at the Armory officer “Yes, It seems we’ve had some trouble in the science lab. Someone seems to have misplaced some hydrochloric acid. The pair of industrious Scientists here came to ask if someone had reported chemical burns. No one had but this young man” She indicated the burn victim “arrived with chemical burns that we traced to his PaDD. It appears that someone laced the device with the chemical and we need to figure out who, as part of armoury training I do believe you are taught some investigative skills” The tall Scotswoman said smiling “This is a restricted chemical that must be tracked down. Ensign Locke Mr Silva can fill you in on the rest.” She crossed her arms and continued her crooked smile.

Dr. Grey CMO