"Stay back!" she screamed.
The duty officer and another cadet came through the door, automatic pistols at the ready.
"Put that down!" the duty officer snapped.
The young woman suddenly flipped the device in her hand. Realizing her intent. Samuel leaped forward, grabbed her hand, and forced it away from her body. They struggled violently until he finally managed to wrench the device from her hands. More cadets arrived and finally subdued her.
"Get her to the brig!" the duty officer ordered.
"A moment!" Samuel screamed, "What is this thing? How do you deactivate it?"
"It's an emergency field injector," the weeping girl answered. "It's loaded with saron. Once it's primed it can't be deactived."
"Merciful Lords!" the doctor cried. He grabbed a plastic container, drove a pillow into it, and came over. "Fire it into this!" he ordered.
Samuel obliged then the doctor quickly covered the container, took the spent injector, put it in another container, then thoroughly washed Samuel's hand.
"Now!" he snapped, "Let's do something about that face! Nurse, adhesive stitches!"
"I'm allergic to adhesive stitches," Samuel warned.
"Great!" the doctor moaned. "Nurse, number two surgical needle! Let's go!"
Bill came in and the nurse went to work on him while the doctor finished Samuel.
"I'm sending you both ashore," the doctor ordered.
"No, really," Samuel objected, "I'll be all right! I've got to go to the Commandant's office. There's something I've got to speak with him about. I just hurt alot, that's all."
The doctor checked his eyes. "Well, all right," he reluctantly agreed, "but any diziness, any blurred vision and you report in IMMEDIATELY, do you understand?"
"Yes sir!" Samuel agreed.
He quickly made his way to the Commandant's office.

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