"Slice, please," Michael said, "as close to 1 or 1 1/2 mm, like everything else," he said, doing his own prep for ingredients for a sauce. He was quicker at chopping because of years and years of experience, but even so, today, he cut himself. "Oh, damn," he sighed. And that was going to cost him four nice bell peppers because he couldn't risk using them because of the blood that was getting on them. "I'll be back in a moment. Then I can disinfect my entire prep area, toss these, and dice four more bell peppers." He was frustrated with himself. He went downstairs to the sickbay to find a couple of larger size plasters and a pair of latex gloves to protect the food from getting contaminated. If it kept bleeding, he would have Robert or Nigel tend to it, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd finished a dish or two with a glove full of blood. As long as it didn't get into the food, it was all good.
As he was coming back up from the cellar, he glanced outside towards the duplex and saw that the two outside guards had seen something in the woods and they were going to check it. That was leaving Angus's safety to the men in the house. Hopefully, those men knew that the outside men were being diverted. He passed Robert in the hallway.
"Heads up. The outside guards have been diverted away from the duplex by seeing something in the woods," Michael said quietly.
"Thank you. Lee and I will be on it, then," Robert said. "What'd you do?"
"Cut myself. It's alright."
"Let me know if it keeps bleeding like that."
"I will. I can't cook very well if I bleed all over it." Robert went into the next room, called Lee, and the two of them went outside together and deliberately walked across the yard to the duplex, deliberately wanting any trespasser to know that this property was secure.