Alan didn't wait. He'd done more than his share of producing medical equipment over the years. And he'd had to do it for the JSA's leader more than once. No one liked to think of that time a security breech had nearly lost them Michael but that didn't mean it hadn't happened.

A faintly glowing green tube with a needle on either end as well as a bit of constructed tape to stick it on appeared in the air over Scott's body.

"I've held my constructs up through hell and high water, boys. Including heart surgery on a dear friend. If you want to get it done, get it done."