"Ok, wait." interrupted Banger as he continued stitching up the large gash on the Dockmaster's shoulder. "Slow down and tell me again exactly what happened."
He didn't really need to hear it though. The chaos around him already told the story. Dimi had obviously suffered another psychotic break...Banger only wanted to keep the man (obviously slipping into shock from blood loss) awake and talking.
"...came in waving a machete and demanding answers. I had no idea what he was on about. I only just clocked in for the morning shift, but he was too feral and I was too slow..."
The mans words faded into background noise as Matthew thought back to the last time his nephew went off the deep end like this. Last time however, there was no collateral damage like there is now. Last time, he simply snapped his godfather's neck in the center of an arena in front of an audience. Twisted his head completely around, facing backward.
"...slashed at anyone that stepped in his way, screaming about Gallic spies and skunky ale...boarded his Claymore and blasted out the bay doors...lost three of my deckhands into the vacuum before I was able to get to the emergency override..."
"Oh f#^%!" Banger mumbled to himself, feeling somewhat guilty for hanging up on Marburg this morning, most likely being the catalyst that set him off the edge.
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