"We took it at the spaceport, and unloaded it here, right," - said Francois. - "If I'm not mistaken, Valerie and Raul were driven from the cosmodrome to here all night. Your equipment is over there," - with these words, Francois pointed to a pile of boxes in the corner farthest from them. Although the boxes took up a lot of space, they did not interfere with other things. People placed everything so that everything could be obtained without unnecessary "excavations" - the architectural skills of the Gallia still made themselves felt even here. - "Your office will allow you to fit only part of the contents of these boxes, in my opinion. Cabinet number," - Francois gave the keys and handed them to Alisa, - "25."
"- There are many designed for testing laboratories. Plus, I brought samples with me in cryocontainers. I don’t think that your leadership will be opposed if you look at them. There... Tissues samples of space forms and several "infiltartors" extracted from the bodies of the eliminated infected people."
Then she crumpled a little and added. " - And there is one still alive. I don’t know how miraculously managed to capture him. But I dare to assure that this one is not dangerous. His vestigial organ responsible for communication with the collective consciousness was destroyed by special drugs, a kind of chemical lobotomy. And therefore, he is now nothing more than an aggressive animal. But perfectly suitable for demonstrating how exactly this creature penetrates a person, and why it is dangerous. And don't look at me like that. I am not going to hold a demonstration in public. Primates are suitable for this experience. Or any large mammals."
"I just learned a lot of new words in a couple of seconds," - said Francois. - "As for infiltartors and other things, the authorities are aware, otherwise these containers would not have reached here. The task of scientists and yours is to make sure that the infected person cannot infect others. Well, if there will be infection or the spread of infection, then OCI will not look for the culprit: just a mass execution of all personnel will begin. This is the instruction," - finished Francois, and then added. - "And don't look at me like that. Practice has shown that it is easier to kill an infected person than trying to negotiate or interrogate."
"- It's right. but as I have already noted, this sample is safe. As much as possible. He is sterile and deprived of communication with his mindcenter. The maximum that he can - try to pout you, bite or copulate with your throat. By the way, last thing, this is not a joke."
"Okay, from warehouse to case," - said Francois, realizing that there were no more topics to discuss. - "Let's go to the office."
The classroom size corresponded to classrooms, of which there are plenty of schools in the Confederation and any other House. The windows overlooked the complex, thereby showing the forest and other buildings. The office itself was completely clean and empty of any things. The only resemblance to classrooms was the presence of a pedestal, which allowed you to stand above the floor and observe everything and everyone.
"Tables for equipment, if necessary, we can bring from the warehouse," - said Francois. - "The cabinet can be either completely yours or with other scientists. And I will be here." - Francois stood on a pedestal.
Alisa leisurely looked around. - "During the Enclave... Was it a school? Or a university? This place is like an classroom. And yes, thanks... The furniture here really doesn’t hurt. That's just, I can’t say yet what kind of furniture I need".
“It was not a school or university,” - said Francois. - "The rooms look like school rooms, that it would be easier for the scientific community to work with some kind of research or arrange internal conferences on any topic. Convenient and practical. Well and yes, not during the Enclave, but during the Royalists - these are two different things. So, part of the royalists who refused the war did not go to The Council - they ended up in the Duchy of Burgundy." - Francois went to Alisa. - "In general, yes, I think that this completes the review of your workplace. If you want, I can show the third floor, or we will go to our apartment, where I will tell you about the details of your stay in the Confederation."
"- I think we will get acquainted with the rest of the complex later. In the end, I had just arrived here and it would not hurt me to rest." - She said, folding her arms over her chest, and after that she added: “And yes. Since circumstances oblige us to be so close as to share one house, just call me Alisa. Without all these, "Professor Tereshkova", "Agent" and other things... I do not like officialdom when it comes to personal communication and an active workflow. I and my team are always on the "you"."
"If I called you... an agent, then the phrase should have followed that this place is too crowded for the two agents," - joke Francois. - "Good, though. Call me Francois and that’s it. Okay, let's go arrange a review of the house."
The hike from the building to the car went in silence. Francois was thinking about the times when the war of The Council and the Royalists was in full swing. At the exit from the checkpoint, he took the key to the car, which the driver left the guard. Francois opened the door, overtook Alisa and sat in the driver's seat. It was half-past ten in the morning. The sun did not stand at its zenith, but it already warmed the salon well.