Ten Minutes Later
Harvey Rolston was no longer sane. At least, not if the definition of sanity was rationality. He stalks the corridors on the crew deck as if lost in a trance, which in effect, he is. He walks through the mess hall. Someone calls his name, he doesn't turn to acknowledge. He enters sickbay. Chakwas smiles and asks if anything is troubling him. He has lost the ability to form human speech, and grunts in reply. He notices that the windows looking out to the mess can be opaqued by a control on the desk. He walks over and hits the control. The viewports fade to black.
Chakwas looks at him with a puzzled expression, and repeats her earlier question. He looks at the door to the AI core. The security guard is not present. Maybe he's inside, talking with the Geth. Harvey remembers that the sickbay is soundproof. That's good. Chakwas has risen from her chair, and is in the process of scanning Harvey's vitals with her omni-tool. She'll have to be the first to go.
He realizes that he didn't bring a gun. He only has a grenade. A grenade. Something about the grenade bothers him. He tries to remember what, but his memory locks down and he can't. Oh well. He'll have to throw it directly into the AI core. The hatch is locked. It has a biometric reader on it. Only the guard and officers have access. He looks at Chakwas. Ship's medical officer Chakwas. That'll do. In an instant he seizes her empty chair and swings wildly at her. The chair connects with her chin, and she goes down.
He doesn't give her a chance to get up, and keeps swinging, over and over again at the prone figure. Finally, he notices her neck is at an unnatural angle. He ceases, and releases the chair. After a moment, Harvey drags the body by the hair over to the scanner on the hatch. It reads skin DNA samples, so he sticks the Doctor's limp hand over the reader. It blinks green, and the hatch opens.
Legion and Crewman Dallas are inside. Before the hatch is fully open, Harvey hurls the grenade in, and slaps the emergency shut on the hatch. It closes, and seconds later, a dull whump sound issues from within. The lights dim, and a siren starts its piercing wail. Shepard's voice filters over the comm, demanding a report. Harvey exits sickbay at a brisk walk, and heads across the mess towards Lawson's office, ignoring the frantic scramble of the crew around him. He is nearly about to enter, before remembering that Miranda is biotic. He'd need a gun. Towards the bow of the ship is gunnery control, the Turian's post. He'd have an arms locker inside. You could always count on Turians to be armed. Harvey alters his course, and turns towards the bow.
