(Oh my God, I'm sorry this is taking so long. I know this isn't much, but I wanted to get something out so OP would know I hadn't forgotten about it.)
The whole time they had been searching for Desmond, one of the few reassuring factors was the fact that Abstergo had wanted Desmond alive. That meant they needed him. It stood to reason that, as long as they needed Desmond, they would have to be careful with him. They wouldn’t be willing to risk doing something that would burn him out before they got whatever information it was they needed. It was the same problem they had faced when trying to find the apple. It was tough to balance the desire to hurry and find it with the need to go slow enough that they didn’t end up doing some serious damage to Desmond’s mind. The fact that Abstergo would have to deal with the same problem was one of the few things that had kept them hopeful in the ten days since Desmond had first been taken.
As Shaun turned around, unconsciously echoing what Lucy and Rebecca had said, he couldn’t help but think that this was nothing like what they had expected.
You’d better come after me.
Oh, God. Desmond’s voice rang in his head as he stared at the unmoving body strapped into the Animus. It was like an emergency psychiatric hospital. Desmond was strapped down tightly enough that he wouldn’t be able to move even if he wasn’t currently out of it. The guys that had been running the session hadn’t even bothered to disconnect him before they’d fled through what was clearly an access tunnel that they had managed to miss in their quick investigation of the perimeter. It’s just as well they were smart enough to get out when they did, because as Shaun takes everything in, he’s pretty sure he would have started by shooting out their knee caps and then slowly worked his way up.
Lucy looks like she doesn’t even know where to begin and Shaun can’t really blame her. He’s seen people’s entertainment systems with less wires and cables and other… things than Desmond is currently hooked into. He doesn’t recognize all the equipment, but what he does is enough to make him hesitate.
In addition to the catheter that hooked him directly into the Animus - apparently Rebecca had been off on how much Abstergo’s own Animus technology had increased - there were two others connecting to drips that had been shoved off to the side. A quick glance tells him that one is propofol and dear God, there’s no telling what sort of side effects are going to come from having Desmond under the influence of sedatives while in the Animus. The other says something about lipids and amino acids and glucose and it actually takes him a minute to figure that one out. When he does though, it makes him wish the bloody bastards hadn’t been smart enough to run, because he wants to kill someone. It’s a parenteral nutrient solution, and that almost worries him more than the sedatives, because that means that Abstergo hasn’t been letting Desmond out of the Animus. At all.
Come After Me [Part 9/X]
The whole time they had been searching for Desmond, one of the few reassuring factors was the fact that Abstergo had wanted Desmond alive. That meant they needed him. It stood to reason that, as long as they needed Desmond, they would have to be careful with him. They wouldn’t be willing to risk doing something that would burn him out before they got whatever information it was they needed. It was the same problem they had faced when trying to find the apple. It was tough to balance the desire to hurry and find it with the need to go slow enough that they didn’t end up doing some serious damage to Desmond’s mind. The fact that Abstergo would have to deal with the same problem was one of the few things that had kept them hopeful in the ten days since Desmond had first been taken.
As Shaun turned around, unconsciously echoing what Lucy and Rebecca had said, he couldn’t help but think that this was nothing like what they had expected.
You’d better come after me.
Oh, God. Desmond’s voice rang in his head as he stared at the unmoving body strapped into the Animus. It was like an emergency psychiatric hospital. Desmond was strapped down tightly enough that he wouldn’t be able to move even if he wasn’t currently out of it. The guys that had been running the session hadn’t even bothered to disconnect him before they’d fled through what was clearly an access tunnel that they had managed to miss in their quick investigation of the perimeter. It’s just as well they were smart enough to get out when they did, because as Shaun takes everything in, he’s pretty sure he would have started by shooting out their knee caps and then slowly worked his way up.
Lucy looks like she doesn’t even know where to begin and Shaun can’t really blame her. He’s seen people’s entertainment systems with less wires and cables and other… things than Desmond is currently hooked into. He doesn’t recognize all the equipment, but what he does is enough to make him hesitate.
In addition to the catheter that hooked him directly into the Animus - apparently Rebecca had been off on how much Abstergo’s own Animus technology had increased - there were two others connecting to drips that had been shoved off to the side. A quick glance tells him that one is propofol and dear God, there’s no telling what sort of side effects are going to come from having Desmond under the influence of sedatives while in the Animus. The other says something about lipids and amino acids and glucose and it actually takes him a minute to figure that one out. When he does though, it makes him wish the bloody bastards hadn’t been smart enough to run, because he wants to kill someone. It’s a parenteral nutrient solution, and that almost worries him more than the sedatives, because that means that Abstergo hasn’t been letting Desmond out of the Animus. At all.