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“So, what do you think he is gonna be like? The new boss?”
….
“Come on, talk to me.. Are you still mad that I borrowed your rifle? I couldn't help it! I lost mine, honest!”
“... No, you are just loud.”
“Oh.”
We walk in through the open security door into the briefing room.
There were 3 others inside the room. 2 Potential threats, 1 frail.
“Sup folks! The name is Lily, *slaps Rasmus’ shoulder.” This one is Rasmus.
If you ever need someone dead just ask him, ‘kay?”
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The other three Introduced themselves. The 2 PT’s were Reynolds and Thomas. The frail was called Naomi.
Soon after, someone came through a door near the front.
A PT. Bald head and scarred and well muscled, with pink earphones, playing a song loud enough that we could all somewhat clearly hear it.
“ATTEEENTIIONN!!”
He walked to the center of the front of the room and began talking.
“I don't need to Introduce myself. My name does not matter. Call me sir or boss if you have to address me.”
He levered a hard glare on us and let it sweep across the room.
“Under my command, there exists only 2 demands.”
He took a pause, and then said.
“Listen, obey my command."
" Hear me, or die by my hand.”
.. 2 Seconds after he said those words the vocals of the song he was listening to, said the same thing.
…
Lily burst to laughter… trying to say something like “polt” or “ava” between her laughter fits.
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.. Annoying.
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Stolen novel; please report.
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My head hurts…
I open my eyes... ...Everything feels blurry… Blinking my eyes a few time the bright white room slowly came to focus.
...On a quick glance, it seems like a Pharmatics Group hospital room… But something is different…
Blinking my eyes a few more times I try to spot the difference… Everything feels muddy…
“Ah that's fine, your brain is probably just swelling a little, you really should have done something to that wound sooner, you know? ^.^ ”
A familiar figure smiles at me from a nearby chair.
...Great, you are still here…
Looking around the room the differences finally came to me, unlike a Pharmatics medbay, this room contains tools for electrical repair, I was laying on a heavy metal bed, the bedsheets were not pure white, but striped and I had three pillows.
….I could understand two…
But really?
three?
Looking around more, I spot Alicia sleeping with her head resting on the side of my bed…
I wonder how long I was out…
“That's not important! Think! You are in a hospital room, they must have treated you! Whoever these people are, they know!”
...She is right…
I restlessly look around the medical machine filled room, as suddenly the door opens.
A young nurse maybe 19 years of age looks at me surprised.
“Oh! Mister Rasmus, you are awake!” *She hastily bows deep*
She looks familiar from somewhere… Why is that?
“...Do I know you?” I asked.
“Oh! Sorry sir! I was one of the survivors from the supply camp! I am glad you remembered me, sir.”
...I didn't, you just look vaguely familiar.
“Look closer silly~ Doesn’t she look just like that weirdo corporation friend you have?”
Ah, she is right.
“...Are you related to Mr Cage? (Author: Yes, a slaver by the name of Cage. Sue me.)”
“Oh! Yes, Nastim is my father. my name is Líca”
That would explain it.
“So umm… I just wanted to say, I am really thankful for saving us and umm… I was thinking..”
Just as she was about to ask something Alicia began to stir…
“...Eh? ...I will give you two a moment, s-sorry for intruding…” She says as he hastily closes the metal door.
Wai- ah god dammit, I didn't even get to ask how long I was out.
Oh well, i'll ask Alicia.
As Alicia slowly woke up the first thing I said before she could react was.
“Good morning. Don’t dive hug me.”
Trust me guys.
...Dive hugs can kill.
….By the way, telling her not to do it did not work.
...Ow…
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According to Alicia I was out for 2 weeks. During the duration she had been mostly spending the time watching over me. (Heh, look at this cute little bugger..) The medbay apparently belongs to the A&A corps.
I suppose I have to thank Nastim for that… I don't know how the people in the Pharmatics Hub would have reacted to my… ‘iron heart’. (And other entrails.)
That being said I must admit… Ever since the day I took that haul-job, things have been really hectic… I don't think I have been quite as repeatedly near-death once in the last 40 years.
...I take a look at Alicia as she is smilingly peeling an apple for me whilst holding the apple down with her bandaged arm, and peeling with the other.
...I suppose I don't mind.
*Pov: Lìca Cage*
How dare that piece of fucking slave filth ruin my chance to confess to Mr.Rasmus…
...Had father not specifically forbade any violence towards it, I would have just whipped its body to a bloody pulp made of dead slave flesh like it oughta be.
That fucking piece of shit.