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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 14:41:18 GMT
Grant lay in his hospital room, looking at his destroyed, irreparable leg...
Suicide was his only viable option now...
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 14:58:32 GMT
Except, that wouldn't quite be what he would think, at the end of the day.
A well-dressed doctor stepped into the hallway, having come from the mirror, and then entered Grant's hospital room.
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 16:24:21 GMT
Grant looked to the door, "Another doctor?" he questioned, "What? Same news as everyone else?"
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:35:08 GMT
"Grant Staley." He said the name after a moment, looking down at a clipboard, before closing the door. "Not exactly."
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:35:56 GMT
"Then what do you want? I've been told enough times that there's nothing that can be done for me," he told the doctor, looking out the window.
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:37:40 GMT
"That's because the others, were fools...or, in a sense, they didn't have access to the type of medical technology...that I do." The man said after a moment.
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:38:20 GMT
Grant turned to him, "What? You some specialist for the stars, or something?" he questioned, knowing that if this was true, he could never pay.
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:40:33 GMT
"No Grant...you see...I've checked up on you. I know that you enjoyed your....acrobatics...and were quite good at them, in fact. I've got a business proposal for you." The man said.
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:41:21 GMT
"I did. I loved my acrobatics," Grant told him, "But...what is this proposal?"
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:45:04 GMT
"The proposal is simple. I use the medical technology at my disposal...heal your otherwise irreparable leg....and restore you to what you love. All you have to do...is work for me." The 'doctor' said.
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:46:28 GMT
"What would I have to do for you?" Grant asked, this offer too good to be true...if it was real. But he was willing to accept it.
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:53:43 GMT
The man walked over to the bedside, and showed him the Camo Deck, which glowed a little in his presence. "You'd have to use this. You see...I've got a few problems, that use Decks like this...I need them to be dealt with. Now, you have a choice. You can either don this armor, work for me for a while, and get your leg, and by extension, your life back...or refuse, and kill yourself, like I know you want to do."
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:54:30 GMT
"...what would I have to do? What work?" Grant demanded, wanting his leg - his life - back.
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Post by General Xaviax on Oct 29, 2011 22:56:50 GMT
"I suppose I wasn't clear enough. You're going to vent....get rid of.....kill...the people that I tell you to, or you're going to die." The man said.
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Post by Grant Staley on Oct 29, 2011 22:57:26 GMT
"...I just want my life back," Grant muttered.
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