Special Branch and the HUGE Hospital Bills
POSTED BY: WashsYoungerSexierBr
UPDATED: Tuesday, October 10, 2006 23:15
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OOC:
I'M BAAAAAAAAACK!!!!
Ok, so you might not have known I was gone since my name has continued to show up in this thread.
That's thanks to Safe who was kind enough to send me updates of the thread, and allow me to send him my own contributions for him to post in my name.
What a guy!
I missed all you folks - a lot more than its probably healthy to miss a site.
I tried everyday to get back but never had luck... until today. Thanks again to Safe sending me on of the threads about problems with the site.
WHAT A GUY!
Seriously though, all you guys (and gals) are great, and I've really enjoyed reading the different posts in this story. It's kept me sane! (Well almost)
I'm just about to go to work (late I know) but wanted to say hey, and hopefully I'll be more involved with the story from now on
Peace!
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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*dances*
Needy's back! Whoot!!! Yey! *hugs* don't ever go away again! do you hear me? Ok, back on with the dancing.
*does a rough aproximation of the Cameron Diaz bum dance from charlies angels*
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*does a rough aproximation of the Cameron Diaz bum dance from charlies angels*
ROWRRR!!!!... pant...pant...
I mean...Umm... well...I'm just going to shut up now.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing?"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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Ive said it once so ill say it again
WELCOME BACK NEEDY!!!!!!
Presents card and cake
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OOC: Thanks all. Now on with the story:
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Earlier:
Needy sat quietly in the cell. He had already seen most of his colleagues vanish via the opening in the ceiling. It was just a matter of time before he too would be similarly taken.
He felt the restrainer brace wrapped around his left wrist. Unlike the others, his body would not shut down when it became active… but the doctors didn’t need to know that.
“When the time comes, play dead. I’ll take care of the rest” the being had whispered to him.
The mere suggestion of it would normally have sent Needy into a fit of anxiousness, but that was the old Needy, the Needy that hadn’t relied on the soothing calm the being freely provided. He was a different man now, he had to be. He had to show the being that he’d accepted the fact that he had died once, and that that former life died along with him. Now he had to put confidence in the one that brought him back to life.
A whirring stimulated his senses.
The device had become active. Now it was his turn to do what must be done - to play dead. That should be easy – he’d had enough training in role-playing… pretending one was dead was, as disturbing as it may sound, an often requested sexual fantasy.
The remaining ones in the room watched as the former companion swayed before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
“Gorram it,” he thought. “I’m supposed to fall on the bed. The others fell on their beds. How the hell are they gonna lift me outta here? I can’t exactly get back up, go to the bed and pretend to pass out again. Smooth Needy, real smooth – you’re such a genius… idiot!”
His worries are soon silenced though by the being.
Stepping up close it commands him to “sleep” and in an instant his body complies. He is placed in a deep rest, much like that one brought about by the restrainer, in order to persuade the captors that their device had worked on him.
What they failed to recognize though, was that Needy was not under their control, but the being’s – who could waken him at any time.
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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“Open your eyes” the being instructed Needy.
Although he had been conscious for a while, nobody else in the room realized that.
Directly in front of him were two men, one seated opposite whilst another stood in the background – his facial features obscured by deep shadow.
The one cast in light was middle-aged, but with receding grey hair and a neatly kept beard. He wore a suit, although his jacket was resting on the back of an unoccupied chair beside him. His shirt sleeves were rolled up as if he meant business, but Needy knew straight away that any methods he would use were more likely to involve words of persuasion rather than acts of violence.
“Mr Needham” the bearded man spoke, after opening up a file in front of him
Needy glared at the man addressing him, but made no reply.
“Mr Bernard Needham”
Still, Needy remained silent.
“Trained companion hailing from Londinium before being transfered to Boros. It was a personal request to be transferred was it not? Why was that?”
The bearded man waited for a few seconds before he realized the companion would not reply.
“Let me guess, it was a woman.” The man scanned Needy’s eyes for confirmation of the fact, but his emotionless gaze revealed nothing. “Despite a slow start, you soon built up a strong and loyal clientele and recommendations that placed you high on the list of requested companions.
“Then of course you took on the wrong client – a certain Miss Clayton that brought you crashing down to earth. With your reputation ruined and your clientele disappearing fast, you started acting out. Became involved with disreputable people and were arrested on more than one occasion for disorderly conduct.”
By this point, the interrogator had begun to pace around the room as he recited the information from Needy’s file. Then he stopped behind his chair, and with sincere eyes looked directly at him.
“We all make mistakes. I for one completely understand how being betrayed by someone can send you over the edge. The business you got up to immediately after your exposure can be forgiven – swept under the rug so to speak. But taking up a permanent position on a ship full of wanted criminals – this runaway vessel they call Sereni-Tree – that is something different entirely.
“These are traitors… murderers… how could a morally upright person like you willingly join up with these?”
Needy remained silent before his captor answered his own question.
“You couldn’t. That’s how. You were placed on board under duress. The only reason you stayed was because you had no choice. That is why you left the ship and came back here. You wanted to use the opportunity to escape. To get back to your life as it was. “
The man was offering Needy a lifeline. A false story to stick to that would secure his freedom. Now it was only a matter of time before he told him what the catch was – what he’d have to give up to attain this freedom. Or “who” he’d have to give up.
“But they won’t let you will they? These traitors will not let you go because they know what they have… A weapon. That’s what you are, believe me, I’ve seen what you can do. You are a miracle. You can do things that most people can only do in their dreams. Survive gun shots. Heal otherwise untreatable wounds. Not even death can stop you. A man like you… could be used for great good, or great evil.”
Needy knew what the alliance would use him for, but he didn’t say it.
“I know what you’re thinking” the man continued “men in the government would use me as a weapon too. And you’re probably right. There has not been one scientific discovery made by man that hasn’t been used for evil means. The splitting of the atom – nuclear warfare. The creation of the aircraft – another means for war. Man is destructive to the very end. What you are is in fact the very opposite of warfare – you are the solution. Invincible. Imagine a world where people can not be harmed. But their bodies repair even the most fatal of wounds. You could advance scientific research by decades if not centuries”
“Of course we can’t run an
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Lieutenant Bayer turned and addressed the prisoner. “So, Marshall--”
“Marshall doesn’t exist any more.”
Bayer paused. He had been dealing with answers like that for the better part of a day, and he was beginning to tire of it.
“Marshall is your given birth name, correct?” he asked.
There was no reply.
“Strange thing is,” Bayer continued, “That’s all we have been able to find out about your name. Just Marshall. No last name, no family history, nothing. You just seem to simply ‘exist’. No more, no less.”
“Really? I exist?” came the sarcastic reply.
Bayer frowned. “I’m under orders not to harm you, but I can very easily claim that the prisoner tried to escape, and there was no other option…” He let the implied threat hang in the air.
But the prisoner laughed. “If you think you can kill me, feel free. I’ve been trying for years. It doesn’t work.”
Bayer’s face remained composed, but inside, he was smiling. The prisoner had just opened up a much-needed window. He reached into a coat pocket and produced a well-worn photograph--one actually made from paper--and set it down gently on the table.
“Tell me, Marshall, do you recognize this woman?”
* * *
Ciaran.
The face that blessed his dreams and haunted his nightmares was staring up at him, and try as he might, Soul could not turn away. All he could see was the bullet that ended her life, and the only part of the shooter he ever saw: a right arm bearing a tattoo of a laughing skull wearing a jester’s hat on a red diamond background. He shook his head, trying to banish away the memories.
“You lost her that night,” Bayer said. “You failed her that night.”
Soul didn’t reply. He was too busy fighting back the urge to let tears roll down his cheeks. Instead, he focused his energy into his neural interface, the one implanted above his left ear. Normally, he would have been able to tap into the security system in the building and play havoc with the sensors or something similar in order to secure a quick escape. He had underestimated his captors, though. A dull roar filled his head as the electronic interference did its work and prevented him from accessing any systems. Still, he continued rotating frequencies in the hope that he might still be able to break through the digital fog.
“Marshall,” Bayer said, turning Soul’s focus back to the outside world. “I know what her death did to you. The Expendables made a mighty fine offer to you, didn’t they? How many people did you kill on their behalf? And then the Parliament themselves brought you in as an Operative. They must have though highly of your work as an Expendable to offer you that position.”
Soul finally looked up from the photo. “Yeah, they thought I was a swell guy.”
Bayer ignored the comment and continued. “You had the life. Money, women, power, everything a man could want. All you had to do was do the Parliament’s dirty work every now and then, but even that didn’t satisfy you. You had to betray them and make yourself a fugitive. And in the end, that bought you how many years in Cryo?”
Soul simply stared back at Bayer without answering.
“How many years, Marshall? How many years did you spend frozen? How many years did you miss?”
“Don’t call me Marshall,” Soul growled.
“Fine!” Bayer laughed. “Is that your game? Well then, Soul, how many years did you spend in there?”
At that moment, a signal from Soul’s interface broke through the interference, and in the space of two seconds, he had shut off the cameras in the room, cut out the digital fog, and disabled the stun tazers hiding in the walls and ceiling, as well as the one Bayer carried on his belt. He let himself have a small grin.
“How many years? Twenty five,” Soul stated. “A quarter of a century as an ice cube.”
“That was a long time to be locked away, wasn’t it?”
Soul smiled wide. “Not long enough, apparently.”
Like an elastic band stretched and then released, Soul flew off of the chair and drove himself into Bayer’s chest, propelling the Lieutenant into the wall, and then into
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Wisp came to in the redish room after an unknown length of time. He was on his back but managed to crane his head to see. The room was around 6foot across while 12ft long. The room had a single door at the opposite end to Wisp which was bordered by two tables. The effect divided the room into two areas. Wisp could see several white packages and boxes on the tables which seemed out of place in the bare room. Wisp momentarily lost his energy and his head fell back onto the floor. He realised that someone had put some bedding beneath him. They hadnt done an overly comfy job of it as the quilts and sheets were scrunched oddly but it was better than the concrete hed had previously.
Wisp heard a noise from behind him. He was laid in the middle of the open area with his feet to the door and tried to strain his head to look behind him. He could just manage to see a pair of shoes and the bottom of some legs. The shoes had a small heel so he could tell she was a woman.
Wisp returned his head to the uneven pillow and tried to move. His body surged with pain like a flood. While still his wounds were quiet and hadnt been forced but a simple movment caused the gates to open and the burning to return without mercy. He let out a pained moan that stirred the sleeping woman.
She took in a sharp breath as she awoke and stretched her arms in a yawn. He saw her feet dissappear towards his head. She ran her hands through her hair momentarily forgetting where she was. But soon she realised and spun herself round to her patient.
"Hey sweetcheeks" She said as she hovered above him "Glad your awake"
"Im not. Did someone throw me under a train while i was out??" She giggled innocently though Wisp could sense a hint of fear in her voice and guessed shed been threatened to help him.
"They really did you over. Do you know why???"
"Im pretty sure they said something about a bounced check but i cant be sure as they were hitting me with a chair at the time"
"Can you be serious for two seconds" She said with a grin "They were dangerous people and they must have had a reason."
Wisp rolled his eyes into the back of his head and sat quietly for a second. "Me and some friends got here by some sort of intergalactic space hiccup and they think we did it on purpose"
"Did you??"
"NO" Wisp emotion jarred his body again "Sorry torture relapse. It'll cost me thousands in therapy"
"They'll come back you know. They really want this technology you dont have"
"Yeah but I hope theyll get bored before then. Anyway enough about me Who are you?? You always seem to be there when i get knocked unconsious??"
"Well Im Lizzie im an intern here. I was your doctor last time you were hear" She permitted herself a genuine smile for a moment as she verbally poked him. She would have actually poked him but the hypocratic oath had strong views on that. "Then you did your little disappearing act on me and those guys showed up. They started calming me down and then they got all wierd but i got called away because someone was coding."
"Lucky they did otherwise you wouldnt have been here to fix me up"
"Im sure. Anyway after that I got on with my life for a few days till I got asked to come down to the basement here for a secret assignemnt and found you in all your glory"
Wisp questioned the last part but then realised he wasnt wearing anything but a sheet. They must have done it while he was being beaten, The second session was a blur.
"Yeah sorry about that. If id known theyred be company i would have got dressed up" She giggled again but then stared swaying back and forth and getting all fuzzy. Before He knew it the blackness was back.
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The doctor was close to completing his rounds for the day.
Such as they were. His patients were mostly so high on the security rating that, for all but the most critical, their progress was monitored from screens located outside their cells. A series of six screens were arranged before him, several were dark, their subjects being away, but two were lit up and bleeping happily.
He looked at the Antares womans charts. Too damn healthy! Why couldn't she have some kind of heart defect or some other lurking nasty? But her signs were strong, as were, when he called up the supplementary screen, the childs.
He looked at the monitor. In the room the young girl moved about aimlessly, food had been delivered a short while ago, and she picked disconsolatly at the items on the plate. Seryn slept on, he was keeping her as sedated as it was safe to - the healing process had been accelerated, and it wasn't pleasent. They didn't know he was doing that, but he figured it would help when the time came. If the others returned, he figured they'd need the same treatment - they wern't known for their light touch, he was surprised that she had got off so damage free.
He sighed, checked the balance of chemicals being fed to the occupants, and left.
All he needed now was word from the underground that they had his back, and were sending the help he needed, then he could start to put his plan into action. But for now he had to wait, nad hope that whatever was happening to Safe and his companions was in his power to fix.
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Safe pried his eyes open. The pounding in his head made that simple movement, a sizable task.
Finally succeeding, he surveys his surroundings. He is strapped to a hospital style bed, in a small white room. The only other visible feature in the room was a closed circuit camera bubble mounted over the only door.
Tensing, Safe tests his straps, finding no give at all. He relaxes a moment and then throws his all into it. His back arched off the bed, Safe strains against the straps. His veins bulge at the stress, his teeth grind, the straps holding him down cut into his skin, but nothing gives. Pain shooting through his shoulder wound and the headache momentarily blinding him he collapses, panting, back onto the bed.
“GO SE!!!” He shouts, in frustration, at the ceiling.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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