[from the personal accounts]
Elliot Kane was the kind of individual that if given the chance could probably talk to a salesman at a dealership and buy his own car, and throw one in for the price. Ending up with a new friend, a car, and the opposing party confused as to what happened. So when Elliot Kane convinced the entire research team into having him lead his own study of himself, they were none the wiser. But Dr. Zimmerman was all the more peeved. You see Elliot had actually in a stroke of luck walked himself to the cafeteria to his very own surprise. He went on to secure himself a more comfortable bed, and his own room to sleep in the facility
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He felt like he was back in the lab working on a new fascinating project, but had no idea of what they were going to study. He was unconcerned about his state as he felt lively and could jump and stretch without soreness or issue. Elliot felt like he was in peak condition so it was much to his own surprise when he was changing from his hospital gown into one of the scientist's extra pairs of clothes that he noticed it. Long thin sinuous silver scars patterned his chest. Lines under his pecs, down his chest, on either side of his V-line down to his pelvis. It seemed as though when he was under, his entire chest had been a cutting board for a bad chef. Although under further medical surtinouny he could tell that each line was consistent with a scar of an organ transplant. Either some one had sold his kidneys or some really weird shenanigans went down while he was in his coma. Elliot's normal smile was gone, this was not a game anymore. He wanted answers so he needed data.
" Dr. Zimmerman, what was the basis of your studies on me?"
" I can not share that with you."
" So it's above your pay grade is what you're telling," Elliot prodded, " You're just a monkey on the floor pressing a button while the big guys watch from behind glass." Elliot scanned the stout man for a reaction.
" You were the monkey, I was behind the glass"
" Well toss me a banana, a little operant conditioning might help me behave." Elliot chuckled.
" Mr. Elliot, you're an idiot."
" Its Dr. Idiot then, Mr. Zimmerman." Dr. Zimmerman's face was nearly completely red and you could almost see steam spouting from his head. Elliot decided to stop him poking for the sake of Dr. Zimmerman's composure in front of his associates.
" Well, they'll pick me up sometime soon to finish my service, I really do hope that these 3 years have counted towards my total." Elliot set the line.
" What are you on about now?" Dr. Zimmerman bit.
" I'm a slave Dr. Zimmerman, like you, I did not want to take educational loans so I signed away my life to the government for a few years. I work for them and do genetic research for them, and they promised to pay off my schooling" Elliot said with a tint of blue.
" Still on about being a doctor, and now a soldier too!" Dr. Zimmerman beamed, " I should have assumed you'd have made yourself to be a war hero aswell!" He had a sense of pride as though he had finally caught Elliot saying one lie too many.
" Not a war hero, I am a noncombatant, white walls and manning machines, quite boring but I find it interesting. My sister wanted to be the super soldier of the two of us." Elliot stated. Elliot was hoping that he would be able to spin being a lab rat for the past three years as counting as part of his service. He was providing data for them. Elliot just needed to find out whether or not this facility was military adjacent and contracted or run by the military directly.
Elliot in the meantime went back to his room and sat there. There was little for the team to do now that he was awake and so they awaited further orders for the top brass. Why were the orders taking so long to come in though? A few days turned to a week or so; it was at least a month before word came in the form of a brick of black uniformed man that came to the lab.
" Warrant Officer Brouge, Research and Development," The Brick gruffly coughed. As he burst into the lab, flanked by two armed men. The Brick's rough countenance suddenly softened, as he coughed, "Ah! Good to see you Major Kane!"
" Always a pleasure sir." Elliot chuckled at the man.
" Good to see you're in high spirits as always Major" The Brick rasped coarsely. Before falling into a fit of hacking. The imposing presence of the man seemed not fit for the man's odd fight for air. " Major, get ready so we can be off this hunk of ice at your nearest possible convenience. "
Dr. Zimmerman could not contain himself and he burst out, " Warrant Officer Brouge, Elliot is under observation here because of his condition he can't be traveling"
" Zimmerman, He is Major Kane. I doubt you could have become much of an acquaintance to his corpse while you babysat him on this ice cube." The brick wheezed.
" With all respect Warrant Officer Brouge," Dr. Zimmerman was moments from erupting with his hatred of this discourse, "Major Kane can not return to any form of combat after being comatose for 3 years." He held onto his composure by a string.
" For a small man with all that education your very dumb Zimmerman." The Brick said slowly. " Major Kane's dissertation and research on the epigenetic effects of microbes on digestion could run circles around your life's work any day. If I had a choice I would give you the rifle and throw you on the frontlines for what your research is worth. Sadly Major Kane could not study himself in the ice cube" The Brick's presence was a building coalescing substance in the room bearing down on all those around him. Zimmerman's head hurt meanwhile though one the armed guards noses dripped some blood onto the floor.
" Hey hey guys, no need to take out rulers, I'm certain Dr. Zimmy's would win" Elliot chuckled, hoping to soothe some tension from the situation. "If Dr. Z doesn't want me to leave, why don't we do just like you said Brouge and I can just take over the research of what happened while I was in my coma. I would love more information." Elliot's words struck a chord on The Brick's heart and he calmed. The room now felt lighter, and the air breathable. Even Elliot noticed that his head felt lighter.
" For those present as witnesses to this action here today. I, Warrant Officer Brouge, order that all study of Major Dr. Elliot R. Kane shall be under the prerogative and expert guidance of Major Dr. Elliot R. Kane. Finances of The Ice Cube Facility are to be fully liquidized for his use. He shall be the acting director of the Ice Cube Project and he reports to me, and the Supreme Commander, only." With that The Brick left the room slamming the door behind him. It's tungsten metal frame bent and twisted with the force. A large roar reverberated through the facility as a rumbling earthquake, it rattled the building at its foundations.
"You're lucky Dr. Zimmerman I have not seen an armored helicarrier fare as well as you did today with The Brick Brouge." One of the armed guards said, holding his burst bleeding eye, and dripping nose. The other did not fare any better as both his ears drained liquid onto the ground. He shuttered, "We're not security, our job is just to keep him calm, this is almost my last deployment. Major Kane, may you and yours be as plentiful as the stars. My family won't have to worry about money in my retirement, and this may not be the suicide mission I warned them of." Elliot told the man not to be concerned about it and that Brouge's temper was nothing new to him. Elliot now knew he had to start his real project.