Day 2: Press Release and Beyond

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya was...not always her best after a night of no sleep, heavy action, a crazy woman's apartment, and worry. A great deal of worry. Having to be bright and brilliant at a press conference at seven in the morning? Well, that just didn't help. She was standing in the line of officers behind the Chief, vaguely wishing she had coffee as he told them the eco-terrorist story.

She was suppose to stay there, just a reassuring face against the wall. She hadn't expected for reporters to direct questions at her, and for the Chief to wave her forward. That meant she wasn't exactly thinking over her responses. "...she said our cells were communicating..."

Fuck. Yeah. She had to step back and stop talking again.

Thankfully that quote made Melissa sound crazy?

Danny drove her to Dilan's lab, both of them hoping there was some kind of answer there because the apartment hadn't yielded much. "Buzz us in?" Aya asked through the intercom, as the place was as empty as Dilan had promised.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"I can." Dilan said simply, "I'll give the chief my authorizations and he can get the files where they need to be. Since I'm alone here I've had limited tests regarding reactions to living things that I can do...and really, we don't have the time, with as quickly and violently as that rat mutated."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Right, the Chief can swing a lot of weight too, and if you're that worried, it lends credence. It's not just the PD overreacting." Aya sighed and ran fingers up through her hair. "This is going to get...nasty."

Understatement.

"Finish your coffee kid." Danny nudged her cup. "We've got a lot to do today."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, Aya, it is." Dilan agreed, "Get me additional samples as soon as you can. Also? Volunteers from Olia and Humans both. Hazmat suits and the like will be provided, but I'm going to need to see if it's just you, or if other people also cause the cells to react. Everyone else..."

he blew out a huge breath, "Aya, Danny, I'm going to be calling for a biohazard evacuation of the city."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Samples and volunteers. Check." Aya nodded and tipped back a good portion of her cup in one go. Shameful waste of good coffee but...it wasn't a savoring kind of day. "We'll grab from among the rookies."

At the mention of the biohazard evacuation though...they both just stared at him. Yes, their gut said 'Great Idea!' but...people panicked more when the word 'biohazard' was tacked onto things. "It'll take a while to get that moving. Priority targets first to avoid jamming the streets. Hospitals, schools, we're talking at least a few days until just Manhattan in clear." Much less New York. And...where did they put the evacuees? Hell. Not her problem. "That means we have to buy you guys a few days. We'll track her, we'll dog her, get her to not set the world on fire if we can..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Do it however you need to do it to get the maximum number of people out with the least fuss." Dilan said, simply, "But do it."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dilan..." Aya said quietly, "You won't be coordinating with us on that. In an evacuation this large, PD's role is removing tenants by force if necessary, guarding already cleared areas to prevent looters and returning people. Anyone we can spare from that is going to be helping you here in the lab or helping Danny and I track Melissa."

Danny nodded grimly. "You'll be dealing with national guard and military most likely. They're the only ones with the resources for such a coordinated effort. PD, FD, and EMTs are going to be some of the last out, but it won't be our show."

[sliceitwithwind]

There's a moment of blankness as he said in the far-too-reasonable tone that is his OCD speaking, "But I can trust you." before he's able to kick his brain back into functioning, "Right. I need to start making calls."

He leaned down to kiss Aya; short but fierce and possessive, before heading towards his office.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yes, but in the grand scheme of things we're not heavy hitters love. We're just peons." She kissed him back, heat in the kiss and in her skin, then thunked her head down on the table. Dahlmer...

Oh, yeah, pager.

"ADAMS! DILAN WE GOT A LEAD ON HER DOCTOR WE HAVE TO GO!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grunted an acknowledgement and continued on. Calls to make, experiments to plan, guidelines to write up so that cops didn't get themselves melted on his watch...