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More Martians? No. Too - overt. Why? Why this particular operative? Why at this time? Step one, get information, and, of course, regenerate lost parts. Meanwhile, Marcus was trying to assure himself in assuring her that their honesty and record keeping diligence would now pay off. Everything was clean, documented, and far beyond 'satisfactory' a curse word on a par with mediocrity. "They won't find anything wrong..." was cut off by, Shannon's "Don't think, for a minute, that excellence is going to be in the reports that these jackals file!" "Can we talk to him? This Price guy? Mister elegant take a deep bow hand kissy snake spit pissssss.." "Tried. John and I, both. He's evading our calls. Marcus, we are screwed! They will find other ways to smear us. We can NOT afford a fight. We can't even afford what it would take to win a legal battle with that bastard. Besides, AmeriMed is bigger than just Price. He sparked this, but this fire is raging. All this work" Shannon was now looking around, crying, "up in smoke!" "No. It's under water. Where are the kids?" Clearing her throat, with difficulty, "No choice.. had to cancel appointments. Where are you going?" Mac was already in the hallway heading in big strides toward the stairs. "I don't know. I have to think." Shannon called after him, "Marcus! Dr. Lornez, left a message late yesterday. He wants you in his office. It's about yesterday, the.. uh.. incident, in the O.R..." "I already handled it last night. I poured out my deepest feelings to the man. But if you want, you can tell him your sense of it and remind him from me to not forget to go fuck himself." Macaluso shouted back, storming out while mumbling about the ungifted who strive for mediocrity by canon," I ain't meeting with him," and the posturers who've