Whoosh.
The metal sliding door automatically opened.
The clinic was uneventful, Ryan sat drinking by the metal table, watching a very old movie on TV, the room was somewhat dim without lights.
"Sangma Rebi Pool..."
Ryan mumbled and cursed.
"You can still control the clinic's system... Has that Black Light thing recovered? Ah, makes sense, after all, you still know the way, lively as ever."
"Who pissed you off?"
John looked around, put away his gun, and placed the sealed box on an empty table.
Ryan glanced at the Raqi Industry logo.
He spat into the trash can, raised his middle finger, his face saying get out.
"I don't operate on dead people."
"Hey, doc, what's going on? You promised to help me, didn't you say back then you'd even give me a discount?"
"That was in the past, buddy."
Ryan lowered his legs from the table.
The time since John last left was not long, but compared to how long they had known the doctor, it had been quite a while without any news.
