Missing Links: Part Two

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Farraday City Bunker

Red Shift is already up—CB isn’t sure he really sleeps—and has apparently already made breakfast. A lot of breakfast: eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, ham, and various combinations of each. CB steps over a puddle of batter and adds pancakes to the list.

Red Shift sits at the small table, eating what appears to be a five egg omelet, six pieces of toast, and a pile of sausage and bacon set on top of seven pancakes. In contrast to the enormous volume of food on his plate, he is daintily sipping a mug of coffee. He’s bent over Jenny’s laptop, staring at the screen intensely.

“Good morning.” Red Shift doesn’t look up from the screen. “Help yourself to food. I think my metabolism is finally settling down.”

Missing Links: Part One

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Farraday Free Clinic

It’s been almost an hour and a half since he first filled out all his paperwork, and he’s waiting as patiently as he can, despite the fact that his Saturday is slowly slipping away from him. It’s another thirty five minutes before a young nurse finally calls his name, at which point he stands up and shuffles past all the other people in the room, following the nurse into a small examination room in the clinic where he stands, just as awkwardly, looking at the examination bed with the thin paper sheet spread out on top of it.

“Do I have to get on that?” Arthur’s voice is rough and gravelly—he’s a smoker, though he’s gone without cigarettes for the entire week in anticipation of today’s exam. He wants a cigarette so badly his hands are almost shaking with desire. He grips his cap tighter, and his knuckles whiten.

A Rake by Starlight - Chapter 08

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WHEREIN a Really Big Thing is Explained

Inside the container sat a silvery, translucent, cylindrical object. It looked vaguely like a coffin—a feeling re-enforced by the medical insignia stamped at one end—but there were no seams where you would expect to see them for a lid. Underneath the medical insignia was a data port, and through the translucent material, Grif could see dark spindly shapes twisting their way through the entire structure. There was no way to determine what they were for.

Grif had never seen anything like it before. He had no idea what it was.

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