INHUMAN Rebooted — Chapter 1: A Common Cause

[Mr. Hurricane]

Peyton looks Norum over and sneers.

"Looks like you'd get drunk just smelling the beer in the air here,"

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[SWAT One]

"Maybe. You're not the only one with body mass missing." Norum knocks twice on both of his knees, creating a muffled metallic sound with each knock. "But, this isn't beer," Norum raises the tumbler, throwing back the rest of the contents, letting out a hardy grunt as he slams the tumbler back on the counter, "and it's only my warmup."

Norum flags down the bartender, "Two shots of KSD."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Are you half the man you used to be?" Peyton sneers.

He throws back his drink.

"I lost my arm when it was crushed by a bulkhead. You?"

[SWAT One]

"Nope—all the man I ever was. Born without legs, or just enough of them to hook up the nerves to prosthetics. Sorry to hear about the uh... accident, though. Got more than a few people I know in your shoes."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Hmm…"

Peyton shrugs.

"Lucky for me the hospital wrote off the majority of the debt for a tax break. Getting the arm was a pain in the ass though,"

The bartender delivers your order.

[SWAT One]

"Huh, thought I was the only one to get that kinda break."

Norum nods to the bartender, his right hand taking the one on the right and picking it up, his left hand sliding the other shot in front of Peyton.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I know people whose debt was sold to collections agencies, happy that didn't happen to me or I'da make some heads roll,"

Peyton stops the shot glass and grins.

"What's this here?" he asks.

[SWAT One]

Norum returns the grin. "KSD. Stands for Kills stuff Dead. 197 Proof. On me." He raises the shot.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Why not just go over to the gas station and drink from the nozzle?" Peyton sneers.

He raises his shot and the two of you down them in unison. You see Peyton's lips pull tight before he starts smiling again after downing the shot.

"Jesus,"

[SWAT One]

Norum swallows it as fast as he could, but still finds himself gritting his teeth and squinting tightly. "Damn." He sets the shot glass down.

"That's what I thought my first time, too. Could run a barbecue with it."

He pauses.

"But yeah, surprisingly I got the same break too–on this set of legs. Where you get it done, if you don't mind me asking?"

[Mr. Hurricane]

"A sketchy as forget doctor named Ogilvy. One of those sketchy surgeons, ya know? He had this mod on him for his hands that made his hands and fingers break up into a bunch of smaller little metal fingers!"

Peyton looks back up to the TV.

"Beats working some stuff Calzone Abode job trying to make a pizza with one forgetin' arm though,"

[SWAT One]

"I know of the guy. He's the one who got me these legs..." Norum trails off, looking blankly at a a display case with a small model of a trolley that used to service this area as late as the 1990s.

"Out of curiosity, you know where he might be? He never referred me to anyone for a tune-up, and I don't know of anyone outside of Salus who works with this custom stuff."

"Hi, could I get another?" He asks the bartender as he walks by.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"I know of the guy. He's the one who got me these legs..." Norum trails off, looking blankly at a a display case with a small model of a trolley that used to service this area as late as the 1990s.

"Out of curiosity, you know where he might be? He never referred me to anyone for a tune-up, and I don't know of anyone outside of Salus who works with this custom stuff."

"Hi, could I get another?" He asks the bartender as he walks by.

The bartender nods and pours you two more shots.

"No idea, I have a number that was given out that I used to get in contact initially, given how sketch the guy is he probably used a burner,"

[SWAT One]

"Hm..."

Norum slides the spare shot to Peyton.

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Hm..."

Norum slides the spare shot to Peyton.

Peyton catches it and nods.

"Thanks. You want the number? Still might work."