"Take a dose of pain potion, Ruby," Kate told her, getting the bottle of pain potion out of the kitchen cabinet and setting the bottle on the kitchen table for her with a potion cup. "I know what that feels like, and the pain potion will help. Maybe get something to drink with some ice in it."
"Well, I think you need to be careful that you don't draw connections before we know if there are any. We don't have any evidence that James was linked to the potions thefts at all," Marcus told her. "For all we know, Moira and James could well have been drawn here by the news in the papers that Robert was hurt here last night. That would have signaled to James that Khaat was potentially more vulnerable. For all we know, James doesn't actually have anything to do with the potions thefts."
Angus saw Zoe working on fixing lunch when he went in the back door.
"Lordy, you look like you went a round with the very devil," she frowned. "You want a cup of tea? Or something stronger, perhaps?"
"No thanks," Angus said. "It's fine. Is Robert up in his room?"
"No," Zoe said. "He's downstairs in the basement. He's got some sort of map that he's been stewing over. Nigel isn't happy, but you know Robert."
"I do indeed," Angus said. "Thanks." He went downstairs and saw Robert sitting at a worktable, with his leg elevated on a footstool under the table. Nigel was standing beside him, and they were looking at some big piece of paper on the table. Angus went up to them and looked to see what they were looking at. It was a floor plan of the hospital. "Why do you need that? Is there some part of the hospital that you don't know already?"
"No, not really," Robert sighed. He looked up at Angus. "You look like hell."
"Well, that's good, since that's rather how I feel. At least I'm consistent," Angus said.
"Sit," Nigel told him, pointing to a chair not far from Robert's. Angus didn't object and sat down.
"So? Is everyone alright?"
"More or less. One of James's goons got Ruby and tried to strangle her. She's pretty sore and bruised. Jess tended her, though."
"Pain potion. It'll help. And bruise lotion. It'll take out some of the swelling and bruising," Robert said. "You have those at your place?"
"Pain potion. No bruise lotion," Angus said.
"I'll get you some," Nigel said, heading to the sickbay.
"So what about you? Who did you go a round with?"
"Moira in round one, and James in round two, and I lost to a stone wall at the end of round two."
"Well, that sounds painful."
"It was. It's a big fecked up mess, thats' what it is."
"How so?"
"We aren't one step further ahead, and as much as I tried to protect Ruby, I fecked that up too. I can't partner with her if I can't protect her."
"Hold on a moment. You've got your facts all buggared. First of all, I don't know that you're not ahead. Did you find any new information?"
"Nothing helpful. They took two small portable oxygen tanks. they took masks but pitched them in the trash instead. That's all we could find besides the list of potions that you already have."
"Well," Robert said, "that is quite interesting indeed."
"Makes no sense to me."
"It does to me. They dont need masks because they're not inhaling it. Think what else is oxygen known for?"
"Not a clue."
"You're not thinking. It's highly combustable. If they're not inhaling it, they're going to use it to start a fire somewhere or create an explosion."
"Don't they have wands for that?"
"Well, that would be logical, but if Sam is right, these morons might not know how to cast an incendio. You did very well, honestly."
"Potions and fire? I don't get it?"
"Well, we don't have all the pieces yet. Now, as for the other business, did Ruby expect you to protect her?"
"Probably. I don't know. We didn't discuss it."
"She was your partner, not your protection client. As your partner, she was at least equally as responsible for her own safety. And crap happens. You know that. She'll be fine, and you know that too. Now, pull yourself together. You need to show her you're more together than this. We don't always wrap up an entire case at the first step. Your head hurts, doesn't it?"
"Actually, yes," Angus said, as Nigel returned and handed him the bottle of bruise lotion.
"I can tell. You're not doing your best thinking. Nigel, check his head, would you?" Robert asked Nigel. Nigel touched Angus's head.
"Concussion. Clearly. And a monstrous headache. Head and back will probably bruise. What'd you do, Angus?"
"James tossed me against a stone wall," Angus said.
"Well, that's just lovely. I'm not sensing any other broken bones, but your thinking and your mood, probably aren't the best right now. Nor is your balance or any other bloody thing."
"Well, I already know his thinking and his mood are rather stinky right now," Robert said.
"You need to get some pain potion yourself," Nigel said to Angus.
"Yeah, okay," Angus said, brushing Nigel off.