[Daniel] The Unpleasant Announcement

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Who: Daniel
Where: Medical Facility, Kitchen #2
When: Day 23, noonish
Invited: Open to everyone at the Bunker
Status: Incomplete

"I'm letting them go."

The announcement, predictably, was met with shouts of outrage and protest, which was precisely what Daniel had expected. The archaeologist merely steepled his fingers together, and watched the gathered group of castaways and waited for the uproar to die down.

"They know everything about us," someone pointed out.

"They don't know anything at all," Alex said quietly. The girl had been moving in the shadows the past few days, working hard to avoid notice. She seemed convinced that there were those in the bunker who would lump her right in among the DHARMA scientists, and she worked hard to stay under the radar. "They're just . . . useless."

"She's right," Daniel interjected before anyone could challenge Alex's words. "They are what they appear to be – support staff. They don't know anything about the inner operations of DHARMA or even this facility. Letting them go isn't a problem. Even if they fall back into DHARMA's hands, it's not as though DHARMA doesn't already know *everything* about *everyone* here. Keeping them here is simply putting a drain on our supplies.

"Dr. Wilson, Dr. Sakai and Ethan on the other hand, are going to be our guests for a little while longer."

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Re: [Aiden] I say we have a gold fashioned fish fry

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Aiden pursed her lips.

"Of course, be we aren't in a place we can exactly call for back up. We have to assume we're out numbered. And you're talking about 'fish' singular. Daniel is talking about letting the whole damn catch go."

[McKay] English lessons?

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"I thought 'fish' was also plural?"
McKay looked at Daniel for a little input there, but it was only a glance. "And he said just the support staff. The ones that didn't know anything about whatever anyway. So, you're in favour of them drinking all our coffee, because I'm not." The scientist needed his coffee... an established fact of life. Caffeine coursed through the man's body.

[Raelle] Huhn.

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Leaning against the wall to the right of the door, Raelle merely listened to the hubbub. The clicking of the cane alerted her to House's approach before he ever breeched the door. She arched a brow at his words. Huhn. Another arrogant, petty, bad-with-people Earther doctor. What a surprise...

If there weren't so many strangers around her, she'd probably grin. As it is, the most hint she offers of her amusement is the slightest tightening to her eyes that adds a faint glint to their dark brown depths.

Slowly, however, her lips pursed just a little. "Doctor Jackson?" Her voice was not loud, but it was pitched to carry. Her tone remained characteristically calm and reasonable. "Would it be helpful if Doctor McKay and I switched our priorities to fixing the transporter beam from the Dart? If these people are likely to provide a security risk—" and it seemed most everyone else thought they did— "they could be quite safely kept in the buffer for a time." She'd not want to keep them there indefinitely, mind, but it could be an interim solution.

[George] Say what?

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George had listened silently, standing in the corner with her arms crossed. She didn't really give a damn what happened to the bad guys as long as they couldn't hurt Daisy or anybody else again. Not that she thought they'd voluntarily get within arm's reach of Daisy again.

By all accounts her rampage through the staff had put the fear of god in 'em. Or the fear of Daisy, anyhow. But now the conversation had taken a turn she didn't follow.

"Uh...what the hell are you talking about? Stasis?"

"Are you--are you talking about saving them in a computer file?"

Re: [Aiden] Insane running aslyum?

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Aiden huffed at McKay and his squabbing over semantics.

"Weather or not they know anything is not the point, they're still accessories to kidnapping and aggravated assault. Crimes they need to be held accountable for." She huffed again and crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, I'm saying...letting them go is not a good option. If your worried about running out of supplies then we need to find out where they were getting theirs. They have to be getting them from off the island we just have to figure out how we can get back in touch with the real world and let the authorities handle our prisoners."

[Daniel] The Facts of Life

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Daniel removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He counted slowly to ten before looking up at Aiden. House, he effectively acknowledged and dismissed. "Aiden, it should be blatantly clear to you and everyone else here that these people are above the law. The fact that they have technology that they shouldn't and information that they shouldn't all points to an organization that works outside of the law. These sorts of people don't get hauled into the precinct and questioned. They conveniently disappear and the cops and detectives who ask about them either develop really bad memories or disappear as well.

"And I'm not talking mafia or organized crime. I'm talking about shadow governments and conspiracies within conspiracies, organizations and people that officially don't exist. It may sound like a Hollywood movie, but it isn't. It's real and it's happening right out there in the world that we live in. Trust me, I've dealt with these organizations before and one even went up as high as the Oval Office before it broke. And you never heard a whisper about that, did you? Because you're not meant to, because no one is meant to and no one ever will.

"The only thing that will happen to these people when we get off this island is that either their people will make them disappear or one of those security agencies in the US government that most people like to pretend doesn't exist will. They *will never* get the trial or the hearing that you are holding out for."

"He's right," Damon piped up from where he sat quietly in the corner. Daniel blinked, surprised that he'd missed the man's bright red hair and surprised to see him more than five feet away from Claire and Aaron. "Your theory is great on the beat for the LAPD or the NYPD and your common criminal and drug pusher, but it doesn't work for the really big fish. People like DHARMA don't get punished by beat cops or the local DA. If they get punished at all, it's way above your head and by people who have the power to make you and your entire department disappear in the blinking of an eye.

"Ever heard of the NID? The NSA? The KGB? The Shadow Government? The World Allegiance*? Guess what, they're all real, they all exist and all those things that those 'crazy' conspiracy theorist say about them?" Damon paused and looked challengingly at the other woman, "They're all true. Every. Single. One. Of. Them."

Damon shook his head, "I'm not saying that I agree with letting them waltz off into the sunset, *but* I'm not going to hold onto some Disney Happy-After-Dream of them getting what's coming to them and landing in the slammer."

[OOC: *I made up that one, but figured that it was needed. Weave your own conspiracies about that one if you would.]

Re: [Aiden] I knew I wouldn't like this.

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OOC: Sounds plausable to me, what does NID stand for again?

IC: Aiden huffed and shook her head, not sure what to believe. Her best friend had always been the conspiricy theory nut. But the idea that he could be right....

"Fine. Whatever. But we're not just letting them go. Why don't we try them here?"

[McKay]

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"Yes, and we can't forget Area 51 and their little grey aliens, now, can we just get back to the topic. They're not going to stand in front of some tribunal, and-and-and..." The scientist's tones were dismissive, though the look in his eyes, well... no. He knew about everything Daniel was talking about, and as far as NID? Ha. Try aliens infiltrating the Trust. As the anthropologist said... up to the Oval Office.

Rodney looked up and over towards Raelle, his expression searching. It'd take some time to set it up, make sure everything was right, but it could be done. Temporary, certainly, but out of sight meant out of mind. And, truthfully, the last thing he wanted was to hear about another march out into the woods. Even /he/ wasn't fooled about that.

"Couple days, tops. Make sure we have a constant power source on it, which, thanks to the Doctor, we have two. Mine... and his."