Maxi had had his hands full the first few days of the week, dealing with the injured members of the crew and all. Benny had been a bit more difficult than the other; the dude had suffered some rather severe damage, and Maxi had been running around sleeplessly making sure the explosive worker got the kickstart and stabilization he had needed. The work on his patients had tapered out as the week went on; once they were stabilized, all it really took was making sure they didn’t, well… die. Which was pretty easy once they were in the green zone. Outside of keeping two of the crew members alive and (somewhat) well, Maxi had taken some time to work in the lab. Mix some chemicals, run some tests on the efficiency of the chemicals in the med bay, and so on. 
 
  He had just finished his rather routine checkup on his patient's vitals when the speaker system sparked to life. For once, it interested him- an explanation on the bullshit that happened earlier in the week. He had to go get breakfast anyways, so once he was wrapped up on his work he made his way to the meeting area. His cube followed him, as always. 
 
  By the time he got there, a good chunk of the rest of the crew was already there and had fixed up some sort of a breakfast. He headed over to the drawers, grabbed various food items at utter random, and put his food down at the closest open seat. He nibbled on a bagel as he waited for Stryker to announce what the fuck had actually gone down a week ago.