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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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5/29 ish, before rescue things; audio

[dendarii]

[ Miles voice over the comm is calm but tinged with desperation. If he can't get help from Hermann, he'll find other options, but please, please let this work ... ]

Dr. Gottlieb? I am in dire need of your assistance.

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[mathemagier]

Dire?

[Excuse the moment of confusion, because he's a mathematician and not exactly anyone's first call in serious situations]

Er yes, of course. How can I assist you, Mr. Vorkosigan?

[dendarii]

... Gregor's been kidnapped by Lucifer. In a few hours, I'm going to have coordinates for where he is - but we aren't going to have much time to get to him.

Can you help us extract him?

[mathemagier]

[Oh god, that sounds serious. But that shouldn't be anything beyond his capabilities]

Oh, yes. If you can get me his coordinates, I can certainly do that. Should I port him anywhere in particular?

[dendarii]

The hospital. Immediately, before anyone else.

[ Miles' tone is utterly grim. ]

[mathemagier]

[Chilling. There's some rustling about and the tap of Hermann's cane in the background]

Any hospital in particular? Distance is irrelevant when you're talking about teleportation.

[dendarii]

[ Miles was in fact about to say that the closest would do, but - he pauses for a moment, trying to find an address or something for where he is. ]

Yes, actually. De Chima Municipal. That's where I'm staying.

[mathemagier]

[Oh god, Miles is already in the hospital? Just what is going on? The click of tech means that Miles is now on speaker and he's propped his laptop open. A few clicks and then he's typing at speed]

What room number? I assume you'd rather I didn't drop him in front of the hospital. Perhaps the emergency room may be best, however..

[dendarii]

[ Well, when a Hawke explodes your front door ... Miles is mostly just stuck until he can be trusted not to do something even stupider. ]

Emergency room, yes. I can tell you mine but I don't want to waste any time. [ His voice cracks just a little, despair starting to leak through. ] We don't know what condition he's in.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann's not usually the most compassionate person on the planet, but he knows very well Miles' position]

I'll work as quickly as possible, Miles. The transition will be near instantaneous. Did the two of you ever get those tracker rings?

[dendarii]

[ Miles bows his head over his comm, more despair trickling into his tone. ]

Only for me. I - I was working on getting a matching one, but ...

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Via the speaker phone] Dammit, Hermann, when a man says 'send my boyfriend to the hospital,' he means NOW, not 5 questions from now. This is urgent, dude, why do you always have to be so damn precise!

[Oh no. Miles.] Miles, dude, it's ok...

[mathemagier]

He doesn't have the coordinates, Newton. I can't do anything without them.

[dendarii]

As he says. It will still be a few hours before we can move.

And - and I would be very grateful if you did take all precautions possible. Precision will be absolutely key.

[ If Gregor is hurt because of the teleport, after everything else ... Miles really won't be okay. Instead of only kind of not okay now. ]

[mathemagier]

Rest assured, there are no dangers inherent in my ability.

[Well okay, if he got some numbers wrong, Gregor could end up in a very dangerous situation, but his math is never wrong. Still, he'll make extra sure every digit is absolutely correct; he has hours, after all]

'We'? Miles, you can't be going if you're hospitalized.

[dendarii]

[ Miles appreciates it, really. ]

It's only broken legs. I could - I could surely do something.

[driftsintobuffetline]

...Until you break something else. Like your damn head. Stay in bed and work on helping from there.

--God, I hate saying that. [He hates being useless too, Miles, but ...you break so easily.]

[mathemagier]

I assume you've mobilized the Dendarii then?

[dendarii]

[ Miles makes a disgruntled noise over the comm. ]

I am helping from here. Which includes having mobilized the Dendarii, yes. Da already has the details to disseminate.

[mathemagier]

It sounds like you're coordinating well, then. I'm going to get to work on this teleportation equation. Keep us informed. And if anyone else needs a port out, I'll have energy enough for one more after Gregor is secured.

[dendarii]

[ Miles considers that. He should reserve it, for surely someone else will be harmed more at some point during the fight, but ... ]

My brother. Lucifer's trapped him as well. He's the only reason why I know I'll have coordinates in two hours.

[mathemagier]

Your brother? I can't say I'm familiar with him, so I'll need a bit of a description or some other identifying factor. I'll be sending in a camera to assure the coordinates are correct, so that will be sufficient.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Fuck.

Well, isn't there something you CAN do? Anything? We can't just--

I'll call the hospital or something. I don't know. To tell them to be ready.

[mathemagier]

I'm getting the precise coordinates for the emergency room at the moment..

[Tapping through google maps and mobilizing one of his cameras to fly in and camp out]

I can write the equation now, and simply add in Gregor's coordinates when we have them for the most expedient response time. Unfortunately we don't know what to tell the hospital staff to be prepared to deal with so they won't be able to do more than wait until then.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[HUFFS ANGRILY AND PACES, THEN, BECAUSE THIS IS SHITTY AND HE HATES NOT HAVING SOMETHING TO DO ONCE HE KNOWS THERE'S A PROBLEM.]