Ryde sighs quietly, trying not to freak out on Chima, but also waiting for the manager.
Mr. Green comes into view. The man wears a beard with gray brushed in, and looks you over with beady brown eyes. His expression is taut with seriousness.
"Bossman, you know this guy Rod Smif? He says he's from the office, and gots questions. Wants to give me a promotion or somefin' like that,"
Mr. Green looks you over.
"Don't know him. Never seen him," he says to Chima.
The man turns your gaze to you.
"What's your business mate?"
Ryde gets the feeling in his gut that the jig is up.
No, I
He clears that text.
It's
He pauses for a moment, the cursor marker blinking in place.
—I got these legs from the doctor, but they are a hackjob deal. I'm an Inhuman... If I were to get them replaced, they'd charge me out the ass and quite possibly throw me in jail for the legs I now have.
He presses carriage return twice.
We don't know who the doctor is. We don't even know if he *is* a doctor in the first place, or if he's Aurian at all. Right now, I don't know enough, and I need to decide how to use the evidence. I don't know how much time I have left.
"Doctor Ogilvy-" Catalina says, "The same doctor?"
She sits up and looks at you, squinting in pain.
"What do you want with him then?" She says with an accusatory tone.
