Saturday, October 11
Silicon Dreams: Part 4—Desperate Measures
“CCS is going to be wrapping up their operations,” said Hammer. “If they’re bold enough to attack us in broad daylight, they’re not above wiping their offices clean by whatever means necessary. We have to move tonight before they remove all the evidence.”
“But Archive’s still in surgery!” said Guppy, his eyes swimming a bit from the painkillers. “We can’t—“
“Sure we can. He’s into that mystical healing mumbo-jumbo, right?” Jim-Bean stalked towards the door marked RESTRICTED PERSONNEL ONLY. “He can just heal himself.”
“Hey!” shouted a security guard. “You can’t just go in there.”
Jim-Bean held up his CIFA badge and pointed his pistol at the security guard. “Try and stop me.”
He backed his way into the operating room. Archive was splayed out on a table, an IV drip connected to one arm. A staff of surgeons were busy extracting debris from his flesh. The lead surgeon whirled.
“What the hell? Get this man out of here!”
The nurses started tugging at his arm. “You can’t be in here!”
“I’m getting him out,” said Jim-Bean. “Sew him up.”
“He could die!” shouted the surgeon, unruffled by the fact that a pistol was pointed at his head.
“So could you if you don’t do what I say,” said Jim-Bean. “Now. Sew. Him. Up.” [MORE]
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