Post by gollee on Nov 15, 2013 17:23:14 GMT
Gordon looked up as he heard the door open, he was sitting in an armchair, reading a message on his PDA, he smiled. “Hello Inis, back from your shift? I have had a few ide-” Gordon stopped and frowned, putting his PDA in his pocket and standing up. “Inis?”
Inis didn't look around at him as she walked in, she headed straight for the medical cabinet next to the sink, and pulled it open, Gordon saw that her hands were shaking slightly. “Inis!” Gordon said, concernedly, hurrying over to her, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her round to face him.
Inis' face was badly bruised, with a split lip, and bloodshot eyes, there was a chunk of blood-matted hair just to the left of her forehead, and the skin around her eyes was bruised, reddened and swollen.
Inis didn't say a word as Gordon gently pulled her away from the cabinet and sat her down in one of the chairs, her hands were still shaking. Gordon quickly went back to the cabinet and brought a small first aid kit over to Inis. Gordon took Inis' hands, and held them palm downwards so he could examine them, he made a small noise of dismay as he say that the index knuckle on the right hand was displaced, and the rest of the hand was bruised. Inis gave a small gasp of pain as he ran his finger over the injury, he looked up at her, “It is dislocated... I am going to have to set it... This is going to hurt... Are you ready?” Inis clenched her jaw and nodded, looking away.
Gordon hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled the finger outwards, and back into it's socket, Inis gave a small cry of pain, and nearly wrenched her hand out of Gordon's grip. Gordon let go of her hand, and opened the medical kit, running the scanner over Inis' head and neck. He smiled slightly, “Only superficial damage... I will see what I can do,” He stood up and went to the sink, wetting a cloth, before walking back over to where Inis sat. When he dabbed at the wounds, Inis jerked her head back, eyes filled with pain, “You know this has to be done... Sit still, okay?”
Inis nodded, and sat as still as she could while he cleaned around her eyes and lip.
Gordon looked through the first aid kit and pulled out a small pot of anaesthetic ointment, he gently applied it to Inis' lip, and around her eyes, careful not to cause more damage. Once he was done, he put the aid kit to the side, and began to inspect the head wound, “Damn... What caused this?” He asked, beginning to clean the hair around the cut, Inis hesitated, “Got hit in the head...” Gordon frowned, not looking away from the injury, “That much is obvious, what happened?” Inis winced as Gordon pulled on some hair, “...Nothing, it was dealt with,” Gordon sat back, looking into Inis' face, “Inis, I don't care if it was dealt with, I want to know who did this to you,” Inis looked away from Gordon's stare, “Look... It... It doesn't matter, it was dealt with, that is the end of it” She looked down, Gordon's mouth tightened to a line, but he didn't say anything as he began applying ointment to the cut on Inis' head.
He put the ointment back in the first aid kit, then sat down in the chair opposite Inis, she didn't look at him, “Inis, finding things out is my job, I am going to find out who did this sooner or later, you might as well tell me now.” Inis mumbled something, but didn't look up, she was staring at her hands in her lap. “God, Inis! I don't want this to be an interrogation, but I need to know who attacked you, we are meant to look out for each other, and I can't do that if you won't tell me who did this? Whoever it was, they hurt you badly, how am I to know if you will even make it back the next time?! We can't keep information from each other, I have been completely honest with you, I ask you, no, I beg you to be the same with me,”
Inis nodded slightly and looked up, “Sorry... I... It was on shift... Some people were talking in the bar, Lys... Adrianna... Vanessa... It was something important... Something that had happened before I had arrived,” Inis clenched her fists, “Some idiot, Carlos Cortez, was there too, at a different table, making snide remarks and listening in... I asked him to leave... He didn't... He started insulting me instead,” Inis' muscles tense slightly, Gordon looks concerned, but says nothing, “Called me a whore... Slut... Tramp... I warned him... He kept it up, I... Slapped him.” Gordon nods slightly, “And then?” Inis flinches, but continues, “He pulls out a can of pepper-spray and sprays it into my eyes...” Gordon skin went paler, and he clenched his fists, his lips drawn into a very thin line, Inis continues, “I...Got back up, hit him in the face... Hard, he pulled out a taser,” Inis smiles slightly, “Idiot... I took it off him and used it on him... He primed a flash-bang... Everything went white...” Inis shrugs, and looks away from Gordon, he leans forward, “Carry on,” Inis looks back at him and nods, “I think Lys and Adrianna heard the bang... They ran over, Lys pulled out a telescopic baton and hit Carlos... Made sure he stayed down. Adrianna helped me up, Carlos got up again, started insulting me again... I hit him in the head, something broke... Might have been my finger or his skull...” Inis glanced down at her hands, “Lys took us both to medbay, Carlos started hitting me in the face and the chest...I hit him back... Then Lys knocked him down and cuffed him again...” Gordon nods, his eyes were cold, “Is that all of it?” Inis nodded, Gordon leant forward and hugged her gently, “It is good that you told me, you take a few days off, I will look into this,” Inis nodded and stood up, Gordon kept hold of her hand, “Oh, Inis? You got a message while you were out, Janet made it to Stormswrath, she is staying with your parents,” Inis nodded, smiled, and walked out of the room and down the corridor.
Gordon sat back in his chair and sighed, then he pulled out his PDA and sent a message to Central Command Security Archive, #Agent Gordon Tool, requesting all files on a Mr Carlos Cortez, specifically in relation to a Miss Inis Truesight#
Inis didn't look around at him as she walked in, she headed straight for the medical cabinet next to the sink, and pulled it open, Gordon saw that her hands were shaking slightly. “Inis!” Gordon said, concernedly, hurrying over to her, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her round to face him.
Inis' face was badly bruised, with a split lip, and bloodshot eyes, there was a chunk of blood-matted hair just to the left of her forehead, and the skin around her eyes was bruised, reddened and swollen.
Inis didn't say a word as Gordon gently pulled her away from the cabinet and sat her down in one of the chairs, her hands were still shaking. Gordon quickly went back to the cabinet and brought a small first aid kit over to Inis. Gordon took Inis' hands, and held them palm downwards so he could examine them, he made a small noise of dismay as he say that the index knuckle on the right hand was displaced, and the rest of the hand was bruised. Inis gave a small gasp of pain as he ran his finger over the injury, he looked up at her, “It is dislocated... I am going to have to set it... This is going to hurt... Are you ready?” Inis clenched her jaw and nodded, looking away.
Gordon hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled the finger outwards, and back into it's socket, Inis gave a small cry of pain, and nearly wrenched her hand out of Gordon's grip. Gordon let go of her hand, and opened the medical kit, running the scanner over Inis' head and neck. He smiled slightly, “Only superficial damage... I will see what I can do,” He stood up and went to the sink, wetting a cloth, before walking back over to where Inis sat. When he dabbed at the wounds, Inis jerked her head back, eyes filled with pain, “You know this has to be done... Sit still, okay?”
Inis nodded, and sat as still as she could while he cleaned around her eyes and lip.
Gordon looked through the first aid kit and pulled out a small pot of anaesthetic ointment, he gently applied it to Inis' lip, and around her eyes, careful not to cause more damage. Once he was done, he put the aid kit to the side, and began to inspect the head wound, “Damn... What caused this?” He asked, beginning to clean the hair around the cut, Inis hesitated, “Got hit in the head...” Gordon frowned, not looking away from the injury, “That much is obvious, what happened?” Inis winced as Gordon pulled on some hair, “...Nothing, it was dealt with,” Gordon sat back, looking into Inis' face, “Inis, I don't care if it was dealt with, I want to know who did this to you,” Inis looked away from Gordon's stare, “Look... It... It doesn't matter, it was dealt with, that is the end of it” She looked down, Gordon's mouth tightened to a line, but he didn't say anything as he began applying ointment to the cut on Inis' head.
He put the ointment back in the first aid kit, then sat down in the chair opposite Inis, she didn't look at him, “Inis, finding things out is my job, I am going to find out who did this sooner or later, you might as well tell me now.” Inis mumbled something, but didn't look up, she was staring at her hands in her lap. “God, Inis! I don't want this to be an interrogation, but I need to know who attacked you, we are meant to look out for each other, and I can't do that if you won't tell me who did this? Whoever it was, they hurt you badly, how am I to know if you will even make it back the next time?! We can't keep information from each other, I have been completely honest with you, I ask you, no, I beg you to be the same with me,”
Inis nodded slightly and looked up, “Sorry... I... It was on shift... Some people were talking in the bar, Lys... Adrianna... Vanessa... It was something important... Something that had happened before I had arrived,” Inis clenched her fists, “Some idiot, Carlos Cortez, was there too, at a different table, making snide remarks and listening in... I asked him to leave... He didn't... He started insulting me instead,” Inis' muscles tense slightly, Gordon looks concerned, but says nothing, “Called me a whore... Slut... Tramp... I warned him... He kept it up, I... Slapped him.” Gordon nods slightly, “And then?” Inis flinches, but continues, “He pulls out a can of pepper-spray and sprays it into my eyes...” Gordon skin went paler, and he clenched his fists, his lips drawn into a very thin line, Inis continues, “I...Got back up, hit him in the face... Hard, he pulled out a taser,” Inis smiles slightly, “Idiot... I took it off him and used it on him... He primed a flash-bang... Everything went white...” Inis shrugs, and looks away from Gordon, he leans forward, “Carry on,” Inis looks back at him and nods, “I think Lys and Adrianna heard the bang... They ran over, Lys pulled out a telescopic baton and hit Carlos... Made sure he stayed down. Adrianna helped me up, Carlos got up again, started insulting me again... I hit him in the head, something broke... Might have been my finger or his skull...” Inis glanced down at her hands, “Lys took us both to medbay, Carlos started hitting me in the face and the chest...I hit him back... Then Lys knocked him down and cuffed him again...” Gordon nods, his eyes were cold, “Is that all of it?” Inis nodded, Gordon leant forward and hugged her gently, “It is good that you told me, you take a few days off, I will look into this,” Inis nodded and stood up, Gordon kept hold of her hand, “Oh, Inis? You got a message while you were out, Janet made it to Stormswrath, she is staying with your parents,” Inis nodded, smiled, and walked out of the room and down the corridor.
Gordon sat back in his chair and sighed, then he pulled out his PDA and sent a message to Central Command Security Archive, #Agent Gordon Tool, requesting all files on a Mr Carlos Cortez, specifically in relation to a Miss Inis Truesight#
