Damn it is taking me way too long to get these chapters out.
Anyway the question was "What's the name of the song Plague was playing?"
Answer is "Way Back Home" by - Bob Crosby and The Bobcats.
Winner is The Wolf. Spartan-093
this song was not in Fallout 3. Just saying to clear it up. It was on Fallout new Vegas.
By the way some people have been asking me what the red tesla armor looked like. So i found the picture that inspired me. copy and paste the link to find out what it looks like. And no i don't think this armor is in the game. I'm guessing the guy's a modder.
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The Wildcard
Chapter 13
Shepard's eyes narrowed when she saw The Illusive Man's holographic appearance.
She still had on her hard suit that showed recent damages when her shields had gone down. First thing she did once she got on the ship was order Joker to call TIM as she made sure Plague was getting looked over by Chawkwas.
Her hands went into a fist as she stormed past Miranda.
Tim put on what, Shepard assumed was an amused, and expecting smile. She felt as if he thought he had full control over what she was doing.
"Shepard." he started. "Good work on Horizon. Hopefully, the Collectors will think twice before…"
"Shut it!" Shepard snapped as she pointed a finger aimed right at him. "You know more then what you are saying." she shouted as her eyes drilled into the holograms. "You tipped the Alliance about me. What did you fucking tell them?"
The man let out an annoyed sigh before he spoke. "I released a few carefully disguised rumors that you might be alive and working for Cerberus."
"What?" Shepard shouted as her biotics pulsed with rage. "I don't work for you!" she could have sworn she saw red for a second as she spoke. "Get this through your damn thick skull. I being here has nothing to do with my career choices. You brought me back, and for that I am slightly grateful, but I don't roll over for you like some dog begging for a treat. I command this ship, I make the decisions, and I fight for the lost! You need me here to do what you are afraid to, what you can not." her biotics started to die down as she vented. "You may pay the bills on this ship, but last I checked you don't own me."
A flicker of annoyance appeared in his eyes, only to then be replaced with his analyzing gaze.
"You seem to have forgotten something." a slight smirk showed itself as he continued. "I'm the one with the info. Like I have said before, Sheppard. We don't have to get along; you just have to be ready to do what you do. I suspected the Collectors were looking for you, or people connected to you. Now I know for certain."
Questions answered themselves as Shepard's eyes widened in shock. It was clear what Tim did. He was using Ashley as bait for the Collectors. And at the same time, he had turned Ash against her.
He may have found a way to lure out the enemy, but at the same time he was alienating her from the Alliance, cutting her old connections. He was trying to convert her, turn her into some stray that he could put a leash on to call his own.
The thought sickened her.
"It was a risk, but I couldn't just wait for them to take another colony. You understand."
"You had no right to choose who would be abducted, nor do you have the right to put Ashley, or any of my friends in harms way." the biotic lectured as she fixed him with a glare.
Tim returned the glare, but other then that; there were no changes in his expression. "We have to keep the pressure on the Collectors. They'll be more cautious with their ground operations, so we need another opening." he explained as he used the ashtray on his armrest. "I'm devoting all resources to finding a way through the Omega 4 relay. We have to hit them where they live." he then took in another drag before speaking again. "Your team will need to be strong…as well as their resolve. There's no looking back. The same goes for you. Can I assume you've put your past relationships behind you?"
"That's none of your damn business." she answered, feeling her rage boiling.
"If it affects the mission, better you should leave it behind." Tim advised.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
There was a small silence as they both shot each other a glare.
"Shepard. Once we find a way through the Omega 4 relay to the Collector homeworld…there's no guarantee you'll return." he explained. "To have any hope of surviving, you - and your team - must be fully committed to this."
"You just find us a way to the Collector homeworld." Shepard growled as she turned to leave the room.
Before she made it out of the holographic platform, Tim spoke up.
"I've forwarded three new dossiers. Keep building your team while I find a way threw the relay…" she didn't hear the rest when she cut the signal.
Kasumi Goto POV
The Japanese woman sat in a chair next to Plague, who was resting. He had been taken out of his stealth suit, and now wore the blue medical fatigues she herself had worn almost two weeks ago after he had saved her life.
She watched as his chest rose slowly as he breathed in, and lowers once he exhaled. For some reason Kasumi thought he looked peaceful, but once she remembered whey he was here in the Med Bay, her smile vanished as she pulled her hood down to cover her face more.
Chawkwas was at her desk, working on what looked like a blood sample. She had been working there for quite a while, and would take a quick glance every once in a while to check on Plague's condition.
"He will be alright." the doctor reassured when she noticed her patient's quarrian mask like helmet in Kasumi's lap. "He's only been her for a few hours, and he's already almost at a 100%."
"I know." Kasumi agreed as she took another glance to the topic of the conversation.
Plague looked a lot better. The blood had been cleaned away from where he had been bleeding. He not only bled from his nose, but his ears as well. His burns were bandaged once they had been cleaned, and treated with medi-gel.
Kasumi was drawn to Plague's closed eyes. She both wished he would wake up, and wished that he wouldn't. She wanted him to sleep for two reasons. One was when she saw him relaxed and in piece, it somehow lifted her spirits.
The second reason though was out of fear. Fear for how he would take the fact that she knew his name, the fact that she had betrayed him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered so the doctor wouldn't hear her. She felt tears forming as her hand tightened on the man's helmet, her other hand holding onto the front of her hood as if to hide herself from his none existent gaze. "I…just needed to know. I wanted to make sure…you were telling me the truth." she looked down at the helmet in her lap, its reflective visor showing her what she was hiding from Plague. "I don't know why I didn't just trust you. You saved my life…not many people…well…besides Shepard, would save a thief like myself…I was so surprised when EDI told me what happened…you being my actual knight in shining armor…" she stopped a chuckle that almost escaped her. She took another glance towards Plague to make sure he was still asleep, and then looked over to Chawkwas, who was still working. "What was that you said while I was recovering? 'The unworthy shouldn't look upon perfection?'" a warm smile slowly started to form as she recalled the memory. "Not many people have actually seen my face…so…when I came down to thank you…I took a chance…The less people who know what I looked like, the lower are my chances of being found by those I have stolen from, and most unlikely I would be picked out of a lineup." her cheeks grew warmer as she made sure the coast was clear. "I showed you how I looked without the hood…and you smiled at me…and …treated me like a friend…I…should have just believed you…"
The tears flowed as she got out of her seat and placed the helmet on the chair.
She had to leave the room.
"Call me when he wakes up, Please." she said to the doctor as she walked out the door with her hood pulled down.
Garrus Vakarian POV
"Spirits…" Garrus groaned as he rolled his stiff shoulders.
His back ached from when he was thrown at the container by Harbinger.
'I've been charged by krogan clones on two occasions, attacked by mutated plant zombies, and rachni, and even survived being in the backseat of the Mako with Shepard at the wheel, and that throw still hurts like a bitch.' he thought to himself as he worked on the screen before him.
"We weren't ready for that." he said out load.
"Agreed." said a female voice behind him.
"Oh. Shepard, I didn't hear you come in." he welcomed as he looked over his shoulder.
Shepard had gotten out of her armor, and the smells of shampoo his sensitive nose picked up, told him she had just came out of a shower.
She now had on some brown casual clothing. He had seen other humans wear similar clothing in his time in C-Sec. Mostly colonists though.
"You need something, Shepard?" he asked after she sat down on the small crate she often used as a chair.
What was in the crate though…he didn't really know. It had been sitting there since he rejoined Shepard, and it seemed to just…what's that human saying? 'Blend into the woodwork? No that can't be it.'
"No." she answered as she went into a thinking pose. "Just wanted somewhere to think, if you don't mind?"
"About what?" Garrus asked once he noticed the annoyed tone in her voice.
"You know, Timmy trying to crack the metaphorical whip, and what not." she explained as she ran some fingers through her hair as she put it in a ponytail with her dark hair braid. "On Horizon he used Ash as live bait."
"What?" Garrus snapped, yelling louder then he intended in the small space.
Garrus's eyes filled with rage as he started to walk away from his terminal.
"You heard me." Shepard replied as she got up herself. "He even told the Alliance "I" worked for him!"
"What does he have to gain?" Garrus growled as he started to pace in the small room, his talons flexing.
"I can make a few guesses." she said as she made sure her hair was in the right position. "Thought you should know, since he likes putting my friends on fishing hooks."
"Remember when you picked me up?" Garrus asked, receiving a questioning look.
He let out a sigh. Sure Shepard was a good Commander and strategist, but she didn't pay attention some times. It's as if there was some kind of skip button she would rapidly push every once in a while to get past some conversations. How Liara could put up with her was beyond him.
"Something about us, being in the belly of the beast, right?" Shepard asked, shocking Garrus.
"That reminds me. Have you gotten a hold of Liara?" he asked, instantly regretting it.
Shepard's look went right to sadness once she heard the name. She looked like how she did when she looked at those empty homes of the colonists.
"Shepard…" he started to apologies, but was signaled to stop as the human sat back on the mystery box.
"I…" she started as she looked down at her feet. "Ashley…I hurt her…" she then took a quick glance up at him and looked back down. "When I…died…I hurt all of you."
"It wasn't your fault…" he comforted her as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
She was right though. Back on the Citadel they used her image on billboards for enlisting. Every time he saw one, he was reminded of Liara's reaction to seeing Shepard's body from the escape pod.
(The space in the pod was small, but it was big enough to fit ten people each. Liara's sorrow filled the space as she fell to her knees right after Garrus had turned her away as he watched her love, and his friend suffocate with his avian eyes. Shepard's red Colossus armor made it easy for her to be spotted.
He had run into Liara in engineering, where he was helping Tali evacuate the other engineers.
Wrex was in another pod with Ashley where Garrus knew that if he saw Shepard, he would watch her until she disappeared out of respect for her as a fellow worrier.
"What's wrong?" Tali asked as she got out of her seat to walk towards the window.
"Sit back down, Tali!" Garrus ordered the young quarian.
"Why? What's wrong…"she went silent once she realized what would make Liara react the way she was. "…no…Keelah…"
She tried to push Garrus out of the way, but he blocked her view.
He knew that Shepard wouldn't want them seeing her like this, grasping for life only for it to be taken out of her reach like death was playing some twisted game she had no choice in playing.
He had already felt like he had failed her since Liara was the first one to notice her.
'I'm sorry Shepard.')
"Liara wasn't the same after you died…" Garrus explained as he lowered himself on one knee to get to her level. "If anyone can bring her back…it's you."
"Your right…" she said back. "It's just…what do I say?" she looked up at him with tears forming in her eyes, but with enough control to stop them from going any further. "How…do I know…she wouldn't just hate me for leaving her? What if…she moved on? What if she found…"
Garrus hated to see his friend like this, and knew where she was going with this train of thought.
"Don't think like that." he said simply as he made her look in his eyes. "I know you. You will pull through. You always do."
Garrus could see her messing with her hands, and for a second, he was reminded of Tali.
The room went quiet for a few moments until Shepard got of of the makeshift chair.
"Thanks Garrus." she thanked quietly after she started walking towards the door. "I…really needed that…"
Plague POV
("A bit foreboding, isn't it?" Plague asked Wernher.
He was talking about the seen around them. Cliff walls on both sides, train tracks with toppled train cars around, slave corpses amongst the carcasses of their former slavers.
When 101 agreed to go to the Pitt, he didn't expect to see the sight before him.
"Remember: your goal is to get access to Ashur and find the cure…" the one eyed, leather jacket wearing man next to him reminded before he was cut off.
"…And after I have it, you'll contact me." 101 said as he put the finishing touches on his disguise.
He was dressing himself in one of the fallen slaves torn rags, every item on his person atomized, besides an army knife he tide to his side, under the shirt's remains with a ripped piece of cloth from another shirt.
His pipboy was wrapped in a bundle of dirty cloth, and with luck, he could pass it off as an injury. He also needed to be light, so he stored the rest of his beloning back in Megaton, making him as heavy as a normal human being.
The clothing smelled to high heaven. Although he knew it wasn't because its previous owner was dead when he got it.
"Alright. Are you sure you know what to do?" Wernher asked as he opened the gate.
"Go in. Find, Midea." 101 told the plan once he was finished. He looked like a dirty rat now, and the smell made him twitch his nose. He would have to quickly get used to it sadly. "But, how do I know I can trust you?"
"I am all you got." the man answered as the vault dweller walked past him.
"If this is a trap, I'll happily dig a hole…" he then looked back at the man with his almost gray eyes, making him feel uncomfortable under his predatory gaze. "…and put you in it.")
Plague's head turned sharply to his right on the medical bad, the sudden movement making the nearby doctor jump in her seat out of fright.
(The bridge before him had a some what dark look to it. The frames of cars littered the length, showing just how desperately the humans who had been within trying to escape the blast from the bombs. Some were piled on top of each other, some on its side or upside down. Some even had sections of the car missing.
All rubber from the tires had vanished over the years, only to show off the rims that they had been covering in the cars prime. Paint either pealed or by some other means showed the rust.
The image bugged him. Not just because it showed how man had fallen, but the feeling of being in the open. He could easily be picked off by some sniper in the remains of the buildings around him.
He already felt soreness in the back of his throat from inhaling the small amount of radioactively poisoned dust being carried by the breeze. How people lived her astounded him.
As he took his first few steps onto the structure that separated him from the abyss, he lowered himself as low as he could to make as much use of the cover the wreckage around him provided.
The progress was slow, but he had a feeling that if he hurried any further, he would regret it.
Almost half an hour had passed when he reached the center of the bridge. He was about to climb over a car's hood until he was stopped by the sound of an animal behind him.
He instantly recognized the sound. Dogmeat made it while he attacked something almost on a daily basis. Of course it couldn't have been Dogmeat.
101 turned and was barely able to lift up an arm before it was clamped down on by sharp teeth. The force of the impact the mutt made, sent 101 to the ground with the dog right on top of him, it's head shaking side to side violently with his arm in it's mouth.
101 winced as he hit the chipped concrete underneath him. The ripped remains of the slave's cloths didn't provide much protection. He instantly wished he had on one of his power armors.
"Fuck!" he shouted as another set of teeth ripped into his leg.
His free left leg kicked the hound as his free hand went for the first dog's neck.
He felt the second dog let go to bite at the boot clad foot that had been kicking it. 101 gave up on trying to strangle the dog on him, and quickly without warning, pushed forward in the same direction the hound was pulling his arm.
The quick motion took the dog by surprise and made its head smack into the car door next to it. The damage only seemed to make it try to bite down harder. Before it could however, 101 grabbed the snout while the now freed hand grabbed the bottom jaw. With all the strength he could use at that moment, he pulled them apart, making the dog's mouth open farther then it was supposed to. With a sickening crack, the dog went lifeless and collapsed on top of the human it had been attacking.
Now that both his arms were free, he pushed the dead weight off of him and pried the second dog's snout open. He then jerked its head sharply to the side, breacking the neck.
The victory was short lived however; when he tried to stand he heard a new growl. On top of the car he was about to climb over earlier, stoop a dog, snarling at him. As it jumped off of the car, 101 reacted quickly and grabbed it by the neck and threw the dog to the side in an attempt to throw it off of the bridge.
The small trace of a smirk on his face was replaiced by a look of panic as he heard beeping in the direction of the dog he had thrown.
His eyes widened as adrenalin not from his pipboy flowed through him.
The dog landed on a mine.)
*THUMP*
Chakwas readied the paddles again once she realized there was no improvement.
"Whats going on?" Shepard almost shouted with Garrus not far behind as they walked into the sickbay.
"He's going into cardiac arrest." the docter answered as she looked up at the screen.
Only a line showed.
"I thought he was ok." the comander said as she quickly walked forward to help.
Plague's shirt had been lifted to allow acces to his chest.
"He just started flat lining…Clear!" Plague's form jumped as the electricity was sent into him.
The man let out a loud yell as pain shot through his form.
"What the hell?" Shepard said as everyone took a step back.
Plague shot up with a gasp as he fell off of the bed. He landed on the floor on his hands and knees as, what everyone their assumed was; another zap of electricity tore into him. Plague's eyes opened as wide as he could as he looked at one of his hands, which started to atomize before his eyes.
"No…" Plague groaned as he felt his atoms ripped apart, and then pieced together.
His pipboy started to beep, but he ignored it as he grasped the hand's wrist as hard as he could.
Taylor Shepard POV
Plague was on the ground before Shepard, with a look of disbilief mixed with what looked like a large quantity of pain.
"No…" she heard him say as if the hand he held in a deathgrip had done something.
"Plague?" she called out as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
The cantact made the man turn to her, and in one fluid motion, draw his hand across her face.
She instantly put a hand to the cheek Plague had slapped, pain serging from the spot and throughout the rest of her face.
"Bloody hell!" she yelled as she fell back on her ass.
She was about to say something to the man in front of her, but froze as two predatory eyes burned into her. The look he gave her made her blood run cold, her spine shiver.
"You alright?" Garrus almost shouted as he kneeled down to help her.
Plague's eyes started to change as she looked at him with a look of pure shock. His eyes went from hate filled, to relization, and then shock once he noticed her hand covering her left cheek.
"Shepard?" he started to say as more pain shot through his body. "Fuck!"
Getting over the sting on her cheek, Shepard got back up to see what she could do to help. "Plague what's wrong?"
Plague POV
He slowly turned his head to his imployer.
'You didn't see that?' he was about to say, but quickly put it aside once he realized everyone was looking at him. 'They didn't see?' he looked back down to his atomized hand as it started to pull itself together, the pain almost unbearable. 'They can't see.'
"Pain killers…" he ordered his pipboy.
Instantly the drugs were pimpped into his arm, slightly easing the pain. Once his hand was back to normal, Plague sat up on the floor with his back at the bed behind him.
"…I'm…I'm sorry Shepard…" he apologized as he rested the back of his head on the surface behind him. "I didn't know…you were…" he trailed of as he looked down to his hand, almost expacting it to rip itself apart again.
"I'll live." the woman said as she rubbed her cheek again with her palm. "Still hurts like a bitch thou."
"I'll make it up to you." Plague anounced as he let out a tired sigh.
"You better." she agreed. "I still can't use that suit yet."
Letting out a short laugh, Plague lifted himself to his feet. "Speacking of which, you still wearing the nerve suit?"
His answer was a quick, but not hard, smack to the back of the head as the woman's right cheek was now the same color as her left. "Not here."
"Nurve suit?" the nearby turian asked, to Shepard's dismay.
"Nothing Garrus."
Kasumi Ghoto POV
It had been a few hours since the theif had left the medbay, and walked into her room to curl up on the sofa with her knees to her chin.
Usually that sitting position was relaxing to her. However, she was informed an hour ago by EDI that Plague…Adam was awake. Now she was both a frightened and nerves wreck.
'So unlike me.' she admitted to herself.
Plague knew she knows his name, but he has not coming after her. And she hadn't gone to him to get it over with.
When she heard a knock on her door, she froze.
She prayed quietly that EDI hadn't heard it. Sadly the AI did however, and the door opened to show the man she was, at the moment afrade of.
He wore his blue 101 jumpsuit. His eyes flickered around the new room. Before they went to her, they hesitated on the bar she had brought onto the ship. He let out a small curse before he finally looked at her with tired eyes.
"Been looking everywhere for that…" he started to say until he looked at the womam on the sofa. "…We need to talk." he said with an edge to his voice as he remembered why he came to the room.
Kasumi gave a slow nod as the man took it as a sign to continue. "I guess the first thing I should ask is this related to how our little outing became…weird, as you put it?"
"Yes…" Kasumi admitted. "That and you called me Sarah…" she spoke before she could stop herself.
Plague's eyes almost jumped out of his head as his mouth opened and closed a few times before he could finally say anything that sounded remotely coherent. "I shouldn't have drunk that shit…" he finally managed to mumble as he face palmed.
Kasumi was surprised how calm he was. She could see his other hand shaking on his lap.
"How much did I say?" he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Besides the drunkin flirting?" she asked jokingly, earning the sight of a scowl that was aimed at the floor. "Well…you did say I was…an angle a few times…" Kasumi felt her cheecks become warmer slightly. She was happy to have a hood covering most of her face. "…You said something about someone named Amata." the name made Plague look at her as if it was the last thing he expected to hear. "I…asked if…what you told me was true." she couldn't stop her voice from becoming shaky. She managed to control her emotions, but she couldn't stop everything. "Then…you thought I was this…Sarah." she looked over and saw that the second mention of Sarah, had made Plague's form freeze as if he was a statue. "You asked me why I was not using your name, instead of calling you Plague…so…I asked."
The room was quiet for a few seconds. To Kasumi, they felt like hours.
Finally Plague let out a sigh as he shook his head. "I can't blame you for how I acted." he said as he slowly got up. "Not like you planned it…"
She couldn't let him finish that sentence. Sure she knew she was practicly in the clear, but something inside of her wanted to confess, no matter the consequences. And he was almost out the door. "…I did."
Those two words made Plague instantly spin around to look at her. His eyes seemed to burn into her. His mouth was almost making a snarl. "What do you mean?" he asked venom on every word.
Kasumi had jumped a little when she heard his voice. "The drink I got…" she voiced quietly. "…I use it when…I need information. Incase a need a password…or something along those lines."
Her eyes slammed shut expecting Plague to lash out, but all she heard was Plague hit the door next to him.
"Plague…I." before she could say another word, he cut her off.
"You knew since then what my name was." he shouted as he pointed an acusing finger at her. "I better not hear my name exit your lips! Same gose for Amata, and…Sarah's. God help me, if you do, I will gut you myself!"
As soon as he was finished talking, he turned and wlked through the door.
When the door closed behind Plague, tears went down Kasumi's cheeks.
"I'm…sorry…" she whimpered as the last image of Plague came back to her, thanks to her gray box.
The look of outrage on his face, the way his eyes were burning into her, and finally, his hand starting to go up to the other as if it suddenly caught on fire.
Plague POV
"Bitch!" he shouted as the door to his temporary quarters closed behind him.
His mind was everywhere. How long was she going to hide what she had done if she hadn't let it slip? What could she gain? Did she enjoy messing with his head at the time?
His fit of rage triggered pain to explode throughout his arm. The instint pain made him fall to his knees with gritted teeth.
Just like a few hours erlier, Plague's hand ripped itself down to the atomic level.
The pipboy on his arm started to beep again as everything Plague had was re atomized around him in a clumsy mess. Pieces to his power armor's, his weapons, soon to be recycled ammo casings from the battlefield, spair parts, the ripped remains of his stealth suit, land mines, gurnades, and everything ells that had been on him.
Soon his whole arm was reduced to atoms.
"No…What is this?" he moaned as the throbbing pain made him slam his forehead on the ground under him. "…Stop." he ordered his pipboy.
His pipboy just ignored him as other items were atomized around him, and the re atomized again.
Plague was no stranger to pain, but having yourself ripped apart atom by atom was excruciating.
"Stop!" he almost screamed as it made its way to his shoulder blade and started to spread throughout his side.
Not only was he simply being ripped apart, but he felt as if he would vanish without a trace.
In a desprit atempt to fight the pain, he started grabing anything solid around him. His free hand finally grasbed something that haden't atomized yet.
As soon as he tightened is grip, his moans of pain stopped for a moment as he heard a voice.
"I know." a recorded voice said, as if answering on unheard question.
The helmet had to of been activated by mistake.
The voice made him even more furies, thus, accelerating his own atomization.
"I'm sorry." Kasumi's voice apologized before Plague could throw the helmet to the side. "I…just needed to know. I wanted to make sure…you were telling me the truth."
The words seemed remorseful, and genuine. The tone of her voice made him want to hear every word, no matter what she did. He just wanted…no…needed to hear what she was saying.
Sedately, he felt the pain spreading slower, but he gave it no mind as the side of his face felt the agony.
"I don't know why I didn't just trust you. You saved my life…not many people…well…besides Shepard, would save a thief like myself…I was so surprised when EDI told me what happened…you being my actual knight in shining armor…"
His hand worked on its own, and placed the helmet over his head. Instantly a little screen activated, showing what was happening at the time it had started recording. Plague was able to see Kasumi. The helmet was in her lap, and at the angle he was able to see her face. She stopped a small chuckle that was about to leave her.
Plague saw her look to the side, as if making sure no one was watching, or listening in. "What was that you said while I was recovering? The unworthy shouldn't look upon…"
"…Perfection…" Plague finished.
He hated that word, but at the time it just popped into his head.
A warm smile slowly started to form as if she had heard him. His side slowly started to put itself together as Plague forced himself to sit against a nearby wall.
"Not many people have actually seen my face…so…when I came down to thank you…I took a chance…The less people who know what I looked like, the lower are my chances of being found by those I have stolen from, and most unlikely I would be picked out of a lineup." she blushed a little more as she looked around herself again. "I showed you how I looked without the hood…and you smiled at me…and …treated me like a friend…I…should have just believed you…"
She started crying quietly as she got out of her seat, and placed the helmet on the chair. He watched as she started walking out of the room. "Call me when he wakes up, please."
Finally the door closed behind her, leaving nothing to see, but the door. Nothing to hear other then the doctor working.
He had a feeling that there was nothing werth watching after Kasumi had left, so his tapped the side with his now fully intact hand.
The pain left him exhausted. He couldn't make his eyelids stay open. He wanted to be awake; he wanted to find out what had just happened to him, he wanted to see Kasumi so he could hear the voice that had, somehow anchored him.
Finally he passed out.
Alright. What should I quiz you guys on? I GOT IT!
What are the names of all of the Think Tank scientists in Old World Blues DLC?
Let's see how long till the heads roll.