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Massive Dynamics:
Walter had been back working in the lab for awhile now… It took all his strength to step into the lab plus it helped he took some illicit drug cocktail he made himself. Somehow, he usually made scientific breakthroughs when he was high. So he sat there analyzing blood samples; trying to find the cure that will save Olivia and hopefully his son, Peter.
Right now, Walter couldn't think about the original seven victims who continued to lie helplessly in another room. The blood tests showed that their organs were continuing to fail and toxins were building up causing their skin to have a yellowish tint. He even thought their eyes seem more distant and wondered if they knew they were dying. And now a ninth victim lay in the same room; however, this victim was close to his heart, Astrid. Even Agent Dunham's condition had worsened; she no longer had moments of clarity, only insanity revolving around Jacoby Alexander. They had to keep her sedated for her own good.
"Walter," Nina Sharp said getting his attention, "please come with me." As she walked away, she noticed there were no footsteps behind her and leaned back in the room, "I meant now, Walter." After some slight cursing under his breath that no one could understand, he reluctantly pulled himself away from his work.
"You remember, Doctor Howard-Smith," she said walking into another lab and pointing toward a tall slender African American women, "she specializes in linguistics and mathematics."
"No, I haven't had the pleasure," Walter said nervously drying the palms of his hands before grabbing her own hand, "Walter Bishop."
"She is analyzing the unknown writing on metal object found in the warehouse," Nina said chuckling, "she thinks she has something."
"Yes, I think I deciphered the symbols on the metal. It appears that each side of this triangle has a set of coordinates: latitude, longitude, and elevation," she spoke with a slight stutter as she started pointing out the shapes. Then she walked over to a wall map, "One side had an approximate latitude of 39.48, longitude of -77.74, and elevation between 500-600 feet that is represented by the red pin. Another location is represented by the blue pin, which has a latitude of 39.54, longitude of -76.34, and elevation between 150-250 feet. And last but not least is the yellow pin. The approximate coordinates are latitude of 38.25 and longitude of -77.24 with an elevation of 200-300 feet."
"Those are very pretty colors," Walter absent mindedly stated.
"We know that the machine is one unit, so why are there three different locations," Nina said ignoring Walter's previous statement while shaking her head. He is on drugs again.
"Wait, I have an Idea. What if they are using those locations to help amplify the waves admitted by the machine? If so, the machine needs to be an equal distance away from the three devices. That would mean that the machine would be there," he said pointing to a town on the map, "Contact Broyles, I think we have found it."
They were finally finishing up the investigation and most of the fringe agents had left but Broyles just couldn't leave. He wanted to be there, in case they found something. He wanted to be the first to know. He was so deep in thought he didn't hear Nina Sharp walking up behind him. In fact he slightly jumped as she began to talk, "Agent Broyles, we think we have a location. Are you ok?"
"Just tired, what do we have," he quickly stood up and started to follow her. Stupid, Broyles, Stupid. He walked into a room to see Walter and he presumed a scientist in front of a map.
"Agent Broyles, Agent Broyles. Come here, we have a location" Walter declared proudly, "You need to go there."
"Are you sure that is the location, it is very important," he said accidently talking down to him.
"Of course, I am" he defiantly stated.
"I know you are," Broyles responded as he gathered the information and quickly walked out of the room to get the mission started. On his way out of Massive Dynamics, Broyles saw Agent Clarke and Boolland still in the lobby finishing up some last minute details.
"Come here," Broyles ordered causing the two agents to scurry to his location and stand at attention, "I need you to stay here and protect Walter Bishop. I have a feeling they are not done trying to stop his research." This was met by disappointed nods. He could see them through the corner of his eye but he really didn't care, he had a universe to save. Looking down at his cell phone, he texted an urgent mass recall to all surviving his agents.
Location Unknown:
It is complete. Alternate Olivia was amazed at the sheer size of it and its beauty. She never thought that metal was beautiful, but this machine certainly was.
"It is operational" Alternate Olivia asked to no one in general.
"Yes and the appropriate changes have been made for Peter," another shape shifter said looking up from a computer, "Peter's link to the machine is also intact."
She couldn't help but smile, it was almost over. She was very tired, both physically and mentally. Honestly, she hasn't been able to sleep since she betrayed Peter and was captured. Her own mind was her worst enemy and it wouldn't shut up long enough to allow her to sleep. She thought about her relationship with Peter and how she had to betray him. Somehow, she was also jealous of her alternate self's relationship with him and yet felt guilty for cheating on Frank. But most importantly, she feared not completing the mission. And now it was almost over. She sighed as she closed her eyes. Thank God. It is almost time to sleep.
Massive Dynamics
Walter was back to work again, in a different lab, a lab he had been avoiding, lab 154. Every time he walked by the lab he thought about Peter. It didn't help that he had a personal security guard watching his every move since Broyles left. But he made a conscious decision that he had to see what Peter was working on before he was taken. So he took a deep breath and turned on the monitor, "That is genius. You were really onto something," Walter said to himself. I shouldn't be surprised, I am his father.
He didn't have a cure yet but definitely was one step closer. So for hours upon hours, he worked in silence almost able to forget, mixing chemicals and analyzing blood samples trying to find the long sought after cure.
Then suddenly, as he was about to throw the beaker across the room in frustration, it worked. He found it, the cure. This particular compound blocked the foreign substance in their blood and isolated it. Unfortunately, He didn't have time to test it; he needed one of the victims. The most important victim and that was agent Dunham. "Agent Bowl, Boolund," Walter yelled at Agent Boolland trying to grab his attention, "You."
"Yes, Sir" Agent Boolland said walking toward him.
"I need Agent Dunham, here now" he ordered unconsciously.
"I can't leave you. I will have Agent Clarke bring her," Agent Boolland replied while picking up his cell phone.
"Fine, Fine" Walter said, "but please hurry"
Soon Agent Clarke entered the lab with a limp and lifeless Agent Dunham in his arms. He knew it was only from the sedation but somehow it still hurt him to see her like this. And now, he had to complete the test even if it kills her, there was too much at stake not too. He just kept telling himself that she was going to be fine, that he wouldn't kill his daughter and the women his son loves. Taking a deep breath, he knew it was time.
"Place her over here," he said pointing to a table covered in some blankets and pillows. Meanwhile, he grabbed a syringe from the lab area but was interrupted.
"Hi, Walter" Mrs. Howard-Smith walked into the room, "Can I help you with something?" As she walked into the room, she saw Walter with a syringe in the hand and Agent Dunham lying on a table.
"We have good news, I think I have a cure" Walter excitedly stated.
"That is good news," she said walking toward his location. It is time to stop this. She can't wake up.
Soon Walter was knelt down by Olivia's bed and she quietly positioned herself next to him, "Put the syringe down, Walter." Surprised Walter looked up to see a gun pointed at him, it seemed like he starred at it forever. Suddenly she got shot from behind causing silver blood to splatter everywhere. Walter was in shock with his mouth hanging open, as she fell hard to the floor. Looking up, he saw that Agent Boolland and Clarke with their guns drawn. They had not only saved his life but everybody else's as well.
"Thank You," Walter said quivering, "Can you please take that thing away from here." Quickly, the two agents carried the body out of Walter's sight. Then Clarke went to find a body bag.
For Walter, the next question is where to inject Olivia to increase the cure's effectiveness. After some thought he decided that the cure should be placed directly into her heart, so that the blood gets saturated and spreads throughout her body. So here it goes. He uncapped he syringe and placed it in her chest, slowly plunging the liquid to its desired location. He leaned up and placed a kiss on her forehead. Now all he could do was hope and PRAY.