The man hunched over the microscope in front of him with the coke bottle glasses straightened his back so fast that I could hear the cracking of his spine from where I was standing. "Charles," hissed the balding, middle aged man. "You know better than to announce yourself like that! I could be in the middle of something delicate where I needed my entire focus. Startling me like that could very well end up with all of us dead!"
Charles, the man beside me, straightened his back as a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I'm sorry, Doctor," replied Charles, bowing until he was practically in half. "I brought you the Sergeant like you asked."
Doctor Comeau spun around fast as he looked over at our little group. His face went pale for a second before turning bright red with anger. "Who are all these people!?? This is a sterilized room! We can't just have everyone tramping all over in here with their outside germs! What happens if they contaminate the samples?"
