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"All right, then, that should do it."
Beckett cannot help the smile on his face as he hands the syringe off to the nurse assisting to be properly disposed of. It has been a nightmare attempting to coordinate schedules in such a way as to run the base staff through the first human trials of the ATA gene therapy.
Kavanagh has, maybe not so surprisingly, been the most difficult staff member to nail down, and is the primary reason it has taken so long. Outside of the reorganization efforts being led by Marie in the infirmary as they settle in, of course.
"It had better be," Kavanagh grumbles as he slides down off the bed. "I was in the middle of running simulations…"
Insufferable ass, Beckett thinks, but locks the words away inside of his mind. As much as he thrives on being around people, and being able to help them, Kavanagh is one of the few people alive that is capable of making it onto Carson Beckett's list of people to avoid as much as reasonably possible.
Smug, arrogant, self-righteous…
The man has an ego the size of Rodney McKay's, and about fifty to seventy-five percent of the intelligence McKay has to back it up. And fifty percent is generous, in Beckett's opinion.
"Dr. Beckett and medical team to the control room, we have an incoming emergency…"
The words cut through Beckett's rapidly digressing train of thought like a hot knife through butter, although he has been expecting something of the like all day. Major Sheppard's team went out on a reconnaissance mission to the Wraith planet where their first major encounter had taken place. Beckett could not help but consider that an emergency might crop up as a result of such a thing when he heard the mission was a go.
"I'll finish clearing up," the assisting nurse says.
Beckett nods, peels his gloves off, and picks up his radio to answer the call. "On our way."