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Mobile Hospital


His brain was on fire with the intensity of a thousand stars going supernova. The pain was so fierce he thought that death would be a welcome relief. Max was shouting incoherently at those around him, his words making no sense to the closed minded.

"He's going into cardiac arrest. He's dying," a medic shouted. "He should be taken to a hospital!"

Morganfokker turned his head and glared at the medic. "I have my orders. It's all part of Project: Legacy."

"But... But he's turning blue from lack of oxygen. His BP's dropped below the scale. It's a miracle that he's still alive," the medic said. He was just a field surgeon with no experience at all in psychology. He really didn't know what he was doing here, but it was his orders.

Morganfokker growled. He got up from the desk and went to the cubicle. Max was rolling around on the bed, his body convulsing against the restraints. Morganfokker shoved the medic aside and reached for a silver case. He took out a needle filled with a strange liquid.

"What is that?" the medic asked.

Morganfokker didn't answer; he administered the serum into Max's neck. And Max dropped like a sheet, his eyes rolled back and he went still. Splayed on the table like beef on a butcher's block. Morganfokker smiled.