Marcus had come down to check on things and was just lingering about in the hallway. He saw Sonya came back with a couple mugs of coffee and she took them into the sickbay. It was just a few minutes later when Robert finally came out.
"He's alright," Robert said, looking just a wee bit tired now, and in his hand he had that big piece of glass. "There was significant tissue damage done by this piece of glass. There was as much glass under the skin as there was above it, and it looked to me like he had still been trying to use that arm after the glass was lodged in there."
"I'm sure he must have," Marcus said. "If the glass hit him in the explosion, then he surely was the one who rescued all the rest of us, salvaged some supplies, and got us all to shore and into that cave. Not to mention the work he did gathering firewood and saplings and foraging for food."
"Idjit," Robert muttered, unhappy that Angus had used that shoulder that hard. "That boy is going to put me through my paces. Well, he's not moving it until I say otherwise, whether he likes it or not. The muggle drugs are going to keep him down for a couple days because he's just not used to them. I don't want him going anywhere or doing anything or even thinking about getting up until I tell him he can. He's lost a lot of blood, so he's not going to feel like doing much of anything. He's sleeping now, so I'd prefer not to wrestle him around much. He seems to be comfortable at the moment."
"I brought Nigel, and he and Evan went to make a recovery space for him at Edward's," Lee said.
"Good. Thank you. That will definitely help," Robert said. He eyed the briefcase. "Ah, my birthday present?"
"Hannukah gift," Lee said fishing the handcuff key out of his pocket. Robert rolled his eyes.
"Hannukah? Seriously?" Robert took the key and unlocked the handcuffs and stuffed them in Lee's jacket pocket. Lee put the briefcase on the bed in the cabin, and looked at the others who were gathered there, hesitating. "You might as well open it," Robert said. "In for a penny, in for a pound."
Lee opened the briefcase where the different components were resting. "Need help assembling?" Robert asked.
"No, I've got it," Lee said, picking up each component and assembling it, much like assembling a muggle rifle. When it was assembled, it was actually somewhat bigger than a muggle rifle too.
"So that's the prototype," Marcus said.
"Not the original," Lee said. "That's still missing."
"Never mind how Lee got a set of the plans, but this is a duplicate, made by the Americans a few days ago," Robert said. "This doesn't exist, just like the plans for it don't exist either. As best we can guess, this is what took out your boat this morning, and its what took everyone's magic."
"The reason Robert asked me to bring it is that if I reverse the polarity on it, it should restore your magic," Lee said. "Not sure how quick you'll be back to full strength though. The tests that were done were very short range and not at full power. So it could come back immediately or over a few hours. We just don't know."
"So how does it work?"
"One of take this big thing up on deck and fires it upwards to make a bubble around the ship, in the same way it was fired on you in the first place," Lee said.
"Of us here," Robert said, "you have the best marksmanship scores, Marcus. Do you mind?"
"Of course not," Marcus said. "Give it here." Robert and Lee showed Marcus the controls on it, and Lee went with him to watch Marcus shoot off this weapon and to see its effects.