Human DNA Testing

Summary:
February 25th, 2015: Simmons begins analysing the results of the autopsies from the Rum Rum debarcle and gets to brief Agents May and Coulson

The Triskelion


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After the free for all in the Speak Easy yesterday, Jemma has accompanied the now corpses back to SHIELD medical and requested the results of the autoposy. She's still waiting for them. She did however, manage to get some blood and skin samples from both corpses and is currently in the R&D lab running a series of tests.

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Melinda May is just returning from having gone on yet another of those annoying little puddle jumping trips, though at least this time the passenger manifest had a pleasant surprise. Walking down the hall and about to pass by R&D, she's catching Coulson up on recent events while carrying a duffel bag that isn't hers. "… I was this close to ending up with the Bus stuck in DULLES of all places. You know how much I hate that airport."

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Agent Coulson is still bruised up, banged up, but none the worse for wear. It seems that Phil himself is gaining a legendary status even outside his particular sphere of agents: The attack saw Phil getting people out, saving peoples lives, and more often than not holding on to some part of someone as they breathed there last. Indeed. There were noteable pictures of him in solemn pictures in magazines and newspapers - one of those stood out more than th rest: Phil holding the hand of a fellow agent as they passed, and refusing to let it go until the family had come to release the remains. He stayed on duty from the morning of the attack through the next forty eight hours. Even in the end, he had to be led away in restraints, as he would slip away and retun to work. Then..for a month? Nothing. No press. No media. No Coulson. Until this morning, when he was rescued from the purgatoy of Dulles by May. The atmosphere is different here, the people that see Coulson look at him differently. He pretends not to notice when every gaze fits him like a poorly tailored suit.

"Well, allow me to be the first to be thankful neither of us had to be stuck there longer than we had thought. Apparenty, SHIELD access still has privlidges."

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Simmons hearing Mays voice, looks up from her microscope and peers into the hallway. "Oh Agent May, do you have a moment?" the young biochem doesn't bother removing her goggles, but steps around the work bench into the hallway. "Oh Uh, Agent Coulson… " she trails off as she surveys the man "Maybe now's not the best time then…"

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Melinda May pauses as Simmons calls her, and then when she reacts to Coulson's current state of less-than-totally-composed, she KNOWS there's something up. "No, now is actually a perfect time." And she snags Coulson by one arm to drag him into Simmons' lab area and out of the line of sight of casual passersby. The biochemist may be a bit prone to rambling, but she's a known quantity and might help Coulson quit with the weird nerves he's got going on that is like fingernails on a chalkboard to May right now.

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Agent Coulson shakes his head and holds up a hand, "Unless its something I'm not cleared for, it's ok. I'm green across the board to come back. If I wasn't, I'd still be on a couch trying to suss out my feelings with Dr. Banner since he's considered in-network."

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Simmons leads them back into the lab, across to a little table in the corner, taking a seat herself. "Did you hear about the free for all at the Speak Easy yesterday, Agent May?" She may address the comment to May but she's watching Coulson, trusting Mays assessment. "Please, do sit down." Coulson, May, probably both of them?

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"I did not," May says to Simmons as she steers Coulson to take a seat at the little table. Please, do sit down. Really. Park it, Phil. She claims a seat herself and sets the duffel bag down nearby. "First. What is the 'Speak Easy'?"

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Agent Coulson shakes his head and has a seat, settling in. "I've been gone a little while, so I'm still getting up to speed." he says, looking apologetically to the ladies, "I'm afraid they wouldn't let me read the daily briefs while I was away."

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Simmons frowns a little and presses onwards "Fitz and I were in a Speak Easy last night, there was some sort of function on and Fitz wanted me to go with him" realising she's rambling, the young brit stops and takes a breath "Anyway, while we were there, these things attacked us." Simmons frowns "Fitz got our seeker drones deployed and we started logging data… we do that, you know, so we can improve our weapons and the like" Another pause and a deep breath "They were monstrous, we thought they were demons or something similar. They weren't… they scanned as human." She trails off "By the time we worked that out, it was too late, they'd been slain. But it looks like they might have been modified somehow…"

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Melinda May frowns faintly at this, but is also very quietly and inwardly relieved that Coulson actually sat down. "Describe these creatures. And how were they slain?" Because the way the scientist phrased it, she did not have a hand in ending those monstrous attackers.

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Agent Coulson nods, "Yeah, we need something to go on too..there's a lot out there that pings as human but isn't. Asgardians for example."

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"Well, Miste…um Captain Rogers, Booster Gold, some others that I didn't really recognise were there as well Fitz and I." Simmons frowns, she's going to have to look them up. "They all had a hand in taking them down." Biting her bottom lip, she pulls up a display from the middle of the table, to show the photo's of the creatures in autoposy (just after they had been bought in). The agents see a tall, very slender grey creature and a red one. "As you can see, they're not really anything we've seen before."

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Melinda May looks at the photos, and stares for a particularly long time at the grey one.

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"And where was this Speak Easy place, Simmons? This might warrant further investigation on site." Which is May code for getting an occult specialist to scope the place out for magical energy signatures.

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Agent Coulson hmmms. He looks carefully at the photos, picking apart for details, clues, anything that might start to fit a puzzle together. "Did you get any kind of telemetry off these guys? Abnormal pulse rates, BP, physiologial data? It might help to know what and how they can move so we can start looking for those doing likewise.

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Jemma nods to Coulson and pulls up the scans of from the seeker drones "This is what our drones picked up." and she turns her attention to May "It was called the Rum Rum, on the upper east side… it looks fairly new."

"They're doing the autopsy down in medical. I'm just waiting for the results so I can analyse them." The young biochem looks grim.

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Melinda May nods slowly. She makes a mental note of the establishment. Rum Rum. Upper East Side. "Keep us appraised, especially once the autopsies are done." She looks over at Coulson to see if he's starting to settle down a bit after walking through the halls.

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Simmons nods to Agent May "I will." She's waiting for the results from autopsy for herself. Agent Coulson gets a careful look and then she looks back to May. "Is there anything else, Agent May?"

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Melinda May gives Coulson another long look, then moves to stand and pick up the duffel again. "No. That's all for now." She nods to Simmons, then leads Coulson back out of the lab area.


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