Firecracker
"That girl is a menace to society! She should have her license PERMANENTLY revoked! SHE NEEDS A LIFELONG BUS PASS, that's what she needs!" Bishop yelled as he jumped out of Jubilee's HMMWV.
"Quit yappin'! Ya got here didn't ya?" Jubilee countered. "And in 1 piece I might add!"
"Only because your truck is so big that people got out the way when they saw you coming!"
"Jubilation Lee! You DID abide by all the traffic laws on the way here didn't you?" Storm said as the two new arrivals walked up to their house.
"Storm! Er, I mean – Arowlyn! Wow – is this the house you rented? It's awesome!" she yelled as she ran to Storm and hugged her.
"What about me?" Logan asked, walking out the front door and puffing on a cigar.
"Wolvieeeee!" She yelled.
"Bishop, are you okay? Storm empathetically inquired."
"You got any tranquilizers? Three days and 2 nights on the road with her is enough to drive even Xavier crazy" he yelled as he pointed at Jubilee.
"He yelled and complained every minute I drove. Finally I turned the stereo up – and he yelled even louder! The big baby!" Jubilee countered.
"That woman has no concept of a speed limit and thinks yellow caution signs are there for her entertainment! She took the curves through Tahoe like we were on a slalom course!"
"He's nothing like YOU Wolvie – all he did was yammer."
"'WOLVIE' has an indestructible adamantium skeleton. I DON'T!" he replied.
"Quit yappin' you two and get yer butts inside before someone hears ya!" Logan snapped.
They both followed Storm inside and settled into a good lunch. Beast showed up a little after that and they all got down to business. Storm gave her report on the situation then Logan told them what he found. The debriefing took nearly 2 hours but they discussed everything down to the smallest detail. Storm thought Hartford was a good lead. Being associate dean at the college, he would know about all the other faculty members there, so she decided to stay close to him. She ordered Beast to start snooping around the scientific community about interesting projects and people. Perhaps he could turn up some leads. Since Logan found missing students from other colleges, she ordered Bishop to investigate other schools in California and see if there were any leads. Logan was to keep up with what he was doing – talking with parents and investigating schools in the area. Storm told both of them to start looking at high schools, community colleges, and vocational schools as well.
With everything in check, they started focusing on their mission.
"Beast, what about the homing device you were supposed to plant on Jubilee?"
"As you ordered. One regulation style tracking device implanted in her arm, and as a backup…something of a more personal touch."
"I'll say – too bad it wasn't a SOFT touch!" Jubilee yelled.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've been working on some fascinating stuff – I think you'll really like it. I've been trying to combine Shiar technology with technology I salvaged from Apocalypse's ship. His micro-technology combined with Shiar components have opened up an entirely different realm of scientific discovery. The Shiar have a material that conducts electricity nearly as well as gold but doesn't have a metallic base. It instead has…"
"Get to the flamin' point Beast!"
"Oh – yes, I was able to create a secondary homing device that is virtually undetectable – even under X-ray."
"Not that anyone would be X-raying that part of my body anyway!!!!"
"Um…I'm sorry Jubilation, after all the yelling you did when I put the implant in your arm, I thought a "fleshier" area might be more comfortable. Besides, as you pointed out, who would look for a homing device there?"
"Where'd ya put it Beast?" Logan inquired.
"Let's just say it's in a well-padded area."
"I couldn't sit for a week! And if that scar doesn't heal up perfectly, you're gonna be in big trouble Blue!"
"Hah" Logan interrupted as he figured it out. "A real pain in the ass eh? But if you think THAT'S a pain, wait til you see your class schedule!" he roared in laughter.
"What? What am I taking?"
"I've already pre-enrolled you in Political Science 1, Sociology 2, Chemistry 2A, and Animal Science 49A." Storm told her.
"That doesn't sound too bad. I saw most of them in the catalog but I don't remember Animal Science 49A – what's that?"
"That is…well, it's a…" Storm tried to get the words out.
"You'll be cleaning stables!" Logan laughed.
"EWWWW! Cleaning Stables??? Storm, what are you trying to do to me?"
"Well…I wanted to get you involved in a broad range of courses without overloading yourself. That one was open. It's an introductory course without exams. It was either that or Animal Science 1 – which would have been too much for your first quarter here. It only meets 1 day a week – you'll enjoy it, I promise."
"Ya bring a shovel Jubes?" Logan snorted between laughs.
"What am I going to use for a vehicle while I'm here? Jubilee's HMMWV?" Bishop asked Storm.
"Yeah right!" Jubilee countered. "There's no way you're driving MY HMMWV – get your own set of wheels."
"Well how about Logan's Hog – we drug it all the way here from Salem Center and he's already got a vehicle."
"Like the girl said" Logan replied. "Get yer own set o' wheels. You guys change the tags on it?"
"Yeah Logan – it's good to go – don't worry about it."
"We have a rental reserved for you Bishop – you can pick it up anytime." Storm said as she addressed Bishop's concerns.
"Good."
"I'll take you out to get it while Logan takes Jubilee to the dorm to get settled in."
"Great! Let's go Wolvie – I can't wait to meet my new roomie. She's a mallrat from San Francisco.
Fifteen minutes later, Logan and Jubilee rolled up in front of Emerson Hall. Her HMMWV definitely drew attention as she drove into Oxford Circle – the street Emerson Hall was located on. More heads turned as the driver – a 5'5 105 lbs. woman – stepped out of it and joined a slightly shorter but very well-built man wearing a leather jacket, an intimidating frown, and a cigar.
"This is it Lee – go get checked in and I'll start unloadin' yer stuff!"
"Okay Wolvie."
She walked past the crowd of onlookers up to the makeshift reservation desk, which consisted of a row of tables on the grass by the main entrance.
"Is that your dad's truck?" the college-aged gentleman behind a sign that simply read "L-O" said.
"He's not my dad, and it's not his truck – it's MY HMMWV!" she responded proudly.
"What? That's yours? You're kidding!"
"Jim, is it?" she said as she read his obnoxiously bright nametag.
"Yes."
"That's Logan – he's more like a family friend – an uncle. He gave it to me for my 18th birthday."
"That's some family friend – it musta set him back a lot."
"I dunno – he never told me – he's like that."
"Man – I'd love to drive something like that – it looks like a lot of fun!"
"It is – when you don't have crybabies sittin' next to you!"
"Beg your pardon? Do you think I could take it out for a spin sometime?"
"Maybe…" she said with a wink. "Anyway – I better check in before Logan gets restless. My name is Kim Lee."
"Oh – yeah, can I see your registration or an ID card?"
Jubilee pulled out her newly made California driver's license and handed it to Jim. He checked her in and welcomed her to Emerson Hall.
"You're in Room 106A – right by the pool."
"Great!"
"Yeah, most people are happy when they hear about that. There will be a community development meeting tonight at 7:30 in the main-lobby. You'll meet your Resident Advisor and Resident Director, and will be given all necessary information about the dorms and your first couple weeks of school. This is your temporary meal card." he said as he handed her a small business-card sized piece of paper. "Your permanent meal card will be attached to your ID card once you get it. Do you have any questions?"
"Yeah – where do the cute guys hang out?"
"AT THE LIBRARY!" a raspy voice from behind her grunted. "Where your butt'll be parked most of the time!"
"Wolvie!" she yelled as she jumped back, startled by his arrival. "A girl's gotta have SOME fun ya know!"
"What's takin' so long…Um gettin' tired o' people starin' at me."
"Well if you shaved every now and then, and didn't look like a Hell's Angel people probably wouldn't stare so much."
"Yah – whatever. It's Saturday – I can look like whatever I flamin' want. You done checkin' in?"
She turned to look at Jim.
"This is Logan; my friend I told you about – he sorta looks after me."
"Er, yes sir – she's done checking in." he said in a slightly nervous voice.
Where's yer flamin' room kiddo."
"It's by the pool sir." Jim interjected. "Inside the main doors and to the right – Number 106A."
"Thanks Bub. Whaddya do around here besides direct traffic?"
"Um, I'm one of the program advisors in this area. I help out with some of the educational and recreational programs…after today that is." he said with a slightly sturdier voice. "I'm just helping out with registration today because I'm a sophomore and I went through this last year."
"You live around here?"
"Y-yes sir. In 112."
"Oooh – not too far from me." Jubilee squealed.
"So I can count on you to watch out for her and make sure nothin' happens to her right?" Logan said as he put his fists down on the registration table in front of Jim and looked him straight in the eyes and growled.
"Y-yes sir – y-you can count on me."
"Good! Cuz if anything happens ta her, I'll be back see?" he said while standing upright and turning around. "And if I come back, I'll be lookin' fer YOU Bub!" He then squinted his eyes and growled again before turning and walking back to the HMMWV.
"Stop that Wolvie! You're scaring him."
He grunted a slight laugh.
"Did…did you call him Wolvy?"
"Yeah – that's my pet name for him."
"Why do you call him that?"
"Um…we were out camping once and a pack of wild wolves attacked us. He took them all on and killed most of them – with his bare hands. The rest turned tail and ran. Ever since then I've been calling him Wolvie. I thought about calling him Wolfie, but Wolvie sounds better – don't you tink?"
"A pack of wolves???"
"Yeah – he's pretty tough." she said – amazed at how fast she could think on her feet.
"Then for my sake – will you PLEASE not get into any trouble!"
"He's only joking Jim – he won't really hurt you; well…not seriously anyway." she said with a slight smile - trying to make light of the situation…knowing full well how serious Logan was.
Logan helped Jubilee unload all of her stuff and get situated in her new dorm room. Jubilee being the developing young woman that she was drew lots of attention from some of the boys in the dorm – so much so that Logan could smell their hormones. The guys that had the tenacity to look at her were met with the same attitude Jim faced when Logan caught them. Some of them he even grunted at – either way, he made it pretty clear that Jubilee was NOT one to be messed with. Before the day was over, she quickly became known as "the babe with that mean-assed short guy."
She quickly unpacked and set her room up. Her poster of the Backstreet Boys was the first thing to hit the walls. She smirked at Logan as he pretended to gag. She redeemed herself though when she pulled out a framed picture of him and put it on her desk. It was a picture he didn't know she had – one of him practicing his martial arts techniques. His hair was in full force, making him unrecognizable to his cover…the one without his sideburns and wolverine-like tips.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked.
"I've had it for awhile – I have pictures of all of you…especially you and Storm!"
"Heh – figures."
"What – y'all don't have pictures of me?"
"Hah! You know Ro…she's got albums fer everybody – and 3 big fat ones just fer you."
"And you Wolvie?"
"Got a few…"
"Where? Back at Salem Center?"
"Yah…"
"What about here?"
"What and blow my cover? What if someone started snoopin' around the house?"
"How about in your wallet?"
"Um…" he grunted with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"Wolvie – you're so sweet!" she said as she hugged him.
Her roommate hadn't moved in yet, but her two suitemates were there. They had just come back from a quick trip to
campus when they saw Jubilee settling in.
"Hi, I'm Tammy." a bubbly voice said as she poked her head into Jubilee's room. "And this is Ta…WHOA!" she said as she got a good look at Logan. "Are you her father?"
"Hmrph" he snuffed. "I'm a friend..."
"Oh my God!" Tammy said – obviously impressed with his physique.
"Let me see" a voice behind her said. "Get out the way Tam…WHOA!"
"Hi I'm Kim – Kim Lee." Jubilee said to the two stunned women who still hadn't taken their eyes off Logan. "So you're Tammy, and you must be Tara" she said as she tried to get their attention.
"Huh? Oh, yeah – I'm Tara…your hunkmate."
"What?"
"Er, I mean your suitemate." Tara said - finally snapping out of it and focusing on Jubilee.
"Great – and the guy you've OBVIOUSLY noticed is Logan. Like he said, he's a friend."
"So, you two girls are roomin' with Lee huh?" he said as he maneuvered his cigar around his mouth.
"Eh…yes. We share the bedroom on the other side of the suite. We're both from Blackhawke."
"Blackhawke eh? Nice area…you two know each other before you came down?"
"Yeah" Tara said. "We've been friends forever."
"You two mallrats?"
"Um, I guess you could say that…"
"Good – you and Lee'll get along just fine then. Lee, I got a case o' the munchies. You done settlin' in? What say we go grab a burger?"
"Sure Wolvie – where?"
"Across the street – they gotta place called The Graduate…serves a mean burger and a mess o' fries. You girls wanna join us?"
"CAN WE???? they both said in unison. "EE EE EE EE EE" they squealed as they relished the thought of having dinner with such a hunk…something that immediately made Logan regret his offer.
"Y'all can come – just don't do THAT again!" he snapped. He was surprised when his abrupt attitude seemed to turn them on even more. The hormones were definitely high in the dorm.
They walked over to The Graduate and Logan treated all the girls to dinner. Jubilee tried to talk to Tammy and Tara about their backgrounds and what life would be like living together but they made it plainly clear that they'd have the rest of the year to get to know each other, but Logan was there right now!
It wasn't until Tara received a phone call that they snapped out of it. She answered and found it to be one of her girlfriends and quickly excused herself. Logan laughed at her as he heard what she was saying even though she was halfway across the restaurant. She was telling her girlfriend to get over to the Graduate quick and check out her suitemate's hunk of a friend.
"I wish I had a cell phone." Jubilee sighed.
"Oh yeah – here!" Logan said, reaching inside his jacket pocket and pulling out a phone.
"For me?"
"Yeah – all yers…emergency purposes only – got it?"
"Thank you Wolvie – you're the greatest! And yes – emergency purposes only." she said while smiling – knowing full well that her definition of an emergency was completely different from his.
"Did you just call him Wolvy?"
"Yeah. That's what I call him – he's my Wolvie."
"Why? What kind of nickname is that?"
"Well…uh" Logan started to say.
"He fought off a pack of wolves once when we were camping!" Jubilee interrupted.
Logan looked at her in shock.
"You did?" Tara said excitedly. "Tell me about it."
"Um – Jubilee is MUCH better at tellin' it…ain't that right Darlin'."
"I'll tell you later – we'll have plenty of time to talk about stuff like that.
"Yeah – and y'all got yer dorm meetings ta go to anyway.
*****
Meet my husband – he's really a nice guy!
"Jonathon, Hartford – how good it is to see you again." Storm said as she walked into the University Pub – UC Davis' most popular faculty hang out. "I want to introduce you to my husband Logan. He's been dying to meet you two."
Logan gave her a cross-eyed look then shook hands with the two gentlemen.
"Howya doin' Bub" Logan said to Hartford. His attention was immediately drawn to Hartford. He could smell the chemicals emanating from him even though he was dressed in casual clothing. Storm had already told him that Hartford did a lot of research so he filed it away in the back of his head and settled into the lunch.
"So Logan, have you been listening to any crybabies yapping lately?" Jonathon comically said.
Logan looked at him with a bit of surprise then looked at Storm. She smiled and returned his inquisition with a wink. He grunted and refocused his attention on Jonathon.
"You and Arowlyn have been talking about my job eh?"
"Yes, she told me a little about it – it sounds quite interesting."
"Yeah – if you call listenin' ta gum-flappin' yahoos interestin'."
"You don't like it?"
"What's not ta like? On one hand I got the flower power generation tellin' me they wanna see less military and more social programs and on the other hand I got city and county politicos tellin' me they wanna see more military because it helps their economy. Either way -–all I hear is gum flappin'."
"Eh, yes…I can see where that might be a little annoying. Why do you continue to do it?"
"I'm a 'people person.' Besides that, the pay is good, I get to hobknob with all the politicos, and I get plenty o' time ta spend with Ro." he said, winking at Storm.
This is true – we we've been invited to the Governor's house for dinner next week and we've already been to several other city and state functions." Storm interjected.
"Sounds interesting." Jonathon replied.
"It ain't a bad livin'" Logan said. "So what do you do ta earn a buck Jonathon?"
"I teach politics – and when I'm not here, I spend my days on the Davis city council. But don't let that frighten you, I'm really a nice person – despite my political background."
"Well, Arow speaks highly of you – ya can't be all bad. What about you Hartford?"
"I'm a genetics professor here I teach 1-2 classes each quarter and do quite a bit of research. I'm also one of the associate deans for the college."
"Yes, you were telling me about your work the other day." Storm interjected. "What exactly are you researching?"
"Don't open that can of worms Arowlyn – PLEASE!" Jonathon interrupted with an obvious look of disinterest.
"Quiet down Jonathon." Hartford quickly replied. "The lady is interested in my work."
"And I'm interested in my bunions…doesn't mean anyone else wants to hear about it!"
"Ignore him – he's just upset because we have such different opinions on it."
"Yeah – I'm right and you're wrong…plain and simple Hartford! You're one of my closest friends but I just can't agree with you on this."
"That's because you're one of them political types that can't see the value in scientific discovery."
"Now my curiosity is really peaked – what exactly is it." Storm inquired.
"I'm studying mutant genetics." Hartford said with an air of confidence. "The whole mutant phenomenon fascinates me."
"Oh?" Storm said. "And just what are you studying?"
"Everything – how the mutations occur, if the mutations can be controlled, how mutant powers are manifested, what mutant cells go through when they manifest their powers – everything I can study. From a geneticist's standpoint, it's a dream come true – we're actually watching evolution in the works." A crack of thunder could be heard in the distance, causing Hartford and Jonathon to look far to the west. Logan eyed Storm suspiciously.
"Rain this time of year?" Jonathon said. "I don't remember hearing anything on the news…"
"That's odd." Hartford replied.
"It's probably nothing..." Storm said. "do continue."
By then, both Logan and Storm were very interested in what Hartford had to say. His audience's attention enticed him to continue discussing his research. He talked about his past projects and how he learned about the specific chromosomes that had mutated. He talked about how there were different types of mutations – some dominant and some recessive - which was how they sometimes skipped generations. He talked about government grants and how he hoped his mutant research would eventually led to medical and possibly technological breakthroughs. Hartford was the center of attention for about 25 minutes while Logan and Storm listened attentively and Jonathon grimaced and sipped his coffee. After Hartford finished giving him the details, Jonathon started up.
"That's all fine and dandy Hartford, but your type of research only leads to exploitation of mutants, and you short-sighted scientists just don't see that."
"What do you mean?" Storm asked.
"Yes Jonathon, explain yourself." Hartford said in a belittling voice.
"Your research brings more attention to mutants and mutant issues – making them center stage. The more attention you bring, the more mutants have to bear the load of a world that fears them – often to the point of hatred."
"That's not true!" Hartford countered.
"Yes it is – and the civil liberties of mutants are jeopardized more and more each day!"
"How can you say that Jonathon? My research is showing that mutant abilities can be used for good! How can that be bad?"
"How can it be bad? First and foremost we aren't ready for it yet. Secondly – even if we WERE ready, it's still wrong to experiment on humans."
"There's no difference between this and experimenting on people with cancer."
"Yes there is – unfortunately, it takes a political mind to see that…something you don't – and never will – have my friend!"
"What do you think about all of this Arowlyn? You have both a political and scientific background – what's your take on it?" Hartford asked.
"Well, I can see both perspectives but I relate more with you Jonathon."
"Finally – an intelligent voice!" Jonathon said as he raised his hands in victory.
"How can you say that?" Hartford asked.
"Well, I can see doing research into the origins of mutations – that's scientific curiosity, but anything beyond that is exploitation."
"You tell 'em Ro." Logan interjected.
"It's like this" she continued. "Until mutant rights are as guaranteed as everyone else's, any type of experimentation is a violation of their civil rights."
"But think of all the good it can do." Hartford interrupted. "I've heard reports of how some mutants have the ability to heal instantaneously. Can you imagine that – mutants that are both disease and injury resistant? Imagine if we could tap into that mutation and somehow manage to duplicate it. Imagine what that would mean for the world – no more diseases, no more viruses, less fatalities in injuries, we might even be able to prevent birth defects…isn't THAT a benefit to mankind?"
"Yes – but at what cost? It's like Jonathon said – this type of research leads to fear and often hatred of mutants. And what about your test subjects? How do you go about finding them?"
"They are all volunteers – well paid I might add."
"And why are they well-paid?"
"Well, because they wouldn't have done it if we didn't pay them well."
"And their identities?"
"All information is kept in the strictest of confidence."
"Why?" Storm inquired.
"Because if that information got out, they might…um"
"Exactly – they might be in danger from people that don't understand them and think they are dangerous. That leads to attacks on mutants, which leads to mutants using their abilities to protect themselves, which leads to other problems like headlines that read "Mutant lashes out – 3 injured!" which leads to more mutant hatred. Jonathon's right – we're not ready for something like this yet."
"But surely you see the scientific value in this? My research has the potential to help millions of people."
"Yes, but by risking the welfare of thousands – it's not worth it."
"You don't think the welfare of thousands isn't worth the benefit of millions?"
"There's a word for that – jeopardizing the welfare of a few to benefit the masses is called OPPRESSION. No matter how you look at it, it's oppression."
"What about you Logan?" Hartford asked – looking to the soldier for more support. "Surely you can see the benefit in this."
"Leave me outta this Bub – you're on yer own."
"But you being a military man – you've probably fought in combat, no?"
"More than you could possibly imagine Hartford."
"Lost any friends?"
"More than you could possibly imagine."
"Well, what if through my research, we created something that could have healed your friends whenever they were shot? What if we created better ways to protect you in combat? Surely that's a worthwhile goal, right?"
"Yeah – until you get to the flipside of it: unwilling experiments on soldiers…armies of slaves…who knows what it could lead to."
"That wouldn't happen…"
"It already has Bub! Like I said…I'd rather keep my butt outta this. You 3 have fun arguin'."
"With attitudes changing the way they are Hartford, I think the days of research like yours are coming to an end." Jonathon said.
"What do you mean?" he inquired.
"This is where politics steps in and takes over. People are getting smarter and smarter everyday – it's a product of the media. Constant exposure to information has made us more aware of what's going on in the world and because of that, we hold our politicians to a higher standard. The days of mud slinging, and plain-old BS-ing are quickly ending. In 10 or 20 years, politicians are gonna have to win elections based on the issues…and you have to admit, this is one of the biggest "issues" there is."
"Are you saying people in the past voted on things other than the issues?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying – and I'm sure Arowlyn would agree wouldn't you?"
"Yes actually, I would."
"Really?" Hartford said.
"Twenty years ago an attack on mutants would have hardly gone noticed. People didn't care about mutant rights because they hardly saw any, and when fear surrounding mutants led people to propagate violence toward them, people barely noticed. That's changed a lot recently – especially now that so many people have camcorders and cameras." Storm said.
"Really?" Hartford countered. "How do you figure?"
"Well, do you remember that attack on that mutant family last year in Colorado Springs by the Friends of Humanity?"
"Yeah!" all three men at the table said.
"That had big news coverage – a family of four was attacked. The father and one of the girls were killed, and the mother and other girl were seriously injured – the little girl lost her leg because of it."
"FOH Cowards!" Logan growled.
"Yeah – I couldn't believe what those SOB's did to that little girl – she was only 6." Jonathon added.
"A neighbor saw the whole thing and grabbed her camcorder. In the end, the video is what convicted the FOH. Everyone involved received multiple life sentences. But what was most unique about the case was that people saw that poor little girl with her amputated leg. It put a face on all those mutant attacks. The headlines may have read "Mutants attacked by mob" but what people saw was a little girl being beat up by a bunch of closed-minded bigots. That image alone did more for mutant rights than all the civil rights lawyers in the 10 years prior. It attached a face to mutant issues and let people know that mutants were people too. THAT'S what's going to lead to increased mutant rights." Storm concluded.
"Okay – I can see your point about mutant rights and politics and things like that" Hartford exclaimed, "but I just don't see how you can't recognize the importance of my research. The possibilities are endless. We can put an end to disease and injury, we can end world hunger, we can protect ourselves from virtually anything – that's a good thing you know!"
"Of course it's a good thing." Storm countered. "But at what cost? When have we paid too much for the benefits?"
"You just don't understand what we're doing here."
"I understand. Actually, I am very interested by it and would like to know more. Do you think I could stop by some time and see some of your results?"
"Sure! Then you'll see what I'm talking about!"
Later on that night Logan and Storm found themselves conversing as they laid in bed.
"I don't like yer pal Hartford. He's got a misguided attitude when it comes to mutants."
"Misguided – yes. But do you really think he could be responsible for the disappearances?"
"Dunno – but he rubs me the wrong way. His whole mode of thinking…it's what leads to mutant persecution."
"I hear what you're saying, but there's a big difference between Hartford and the Friends of Humanity. I consider him a suspect, but my mind isn't quite made up yet. Something tells me he may be a genuine person. Though his quest for knowledge may have given him blinders, I don't think he's the type of person that would intentionally hurt someone. He seems to really want to help people."
"I supposed that crack of thunder was just a coincidence then?"
"Yes…it was." She said with a wink.
"Yah whatever – he's bad news in my book."
"That hardly surprises me Logan. Candy stripers are bad news in your book – let alone scientists."