Death, Revival and a good deal.

[Wither]

26.5.813.A.S. Ames Research station.

An older doctor, walking around the room that is overlooking a man laying down on the table, records an audio log of what happened in the past few days. "The subject was brought in roughly 13 and a half days ago, badly injured. He lost most of his left arm and it had to be completely removed. More to that, the explosion, which the subject was caught in, created an upper degree burn across the left side of his face, badly damaging his face on the left side and completely destroying his left eye. Full recovery is possible and now we wait for him to wake up." The doctor turned off the recorder and looked down on the patient, not knowing his name or anything. "I am waiting on Avalon's report. As soon as possible."

Meanwhile in another room.

A man, looking like a freelancer sitting in his quarters. A lady comes in and approaches him. "Captain. Dr. Collins is expecting your report soon. He stated that-" before she could finish the Captain raised his hand a bit. "Tell the doctor that his report will arrive when I feel like it. Has he contacted McCool? He will want to see this, as that was a Zoner warehouse and that it was full of supplies for MY Corvo. Now that its gone, I am stuck here until I get notified of another supply run and that means that my research is stalled. So, until McCool arrives I am not reporting a damn thing. Now leave." The woman left the room, and the Captain alone. A flashback of what happened that day came to him.

12.5.813.A.S. Manhattan

"Captain we are nearing the warehouse 1 hour ahead of the schedule." The pilot of the unnamed corvo vessel sat back as he talked to the captain. "Roger that. Lets see if we can catch those truckers that are having fun in our warehouse. Take us in!" The corvo slowly entered the area when the explosion destroyed most of the warehouse and the street in front of it. "What the hell? Report! NOW!" The pilot responded quite fast: "Looks like a heavy bomb explosion I am reading no- wait! There is one life signature in the fire. Should we commence the rescue operation?" The captain stood up. "Aye. Get some people down in the bay. I am going too." A few minutes of waiting is all it took for the team to pick up the survivor and get a move on to a good medical station. "This is bad. Get us to Ames ASAP! This one needs to survive." The pilot set the destination and cloaked so it would not get noticed. "Setting course to Ames. Cloaking device is on and we are good to go."

2 hours later. Ames Research station.

"Can you identify him Captain?" The doctor asked while taking the survivor into the operation room. "Negative. Make sure he survives. And when you are done contact McCool so he knows what happened." Dr. Collins nodded. "Will do, Captain. Go on and take a rest. Your crew included." The captain left for the available quarters on the station. "This is Captain Avalon, to all crew members of my ship. We are taking a rest for several days until we see what will come out of this. That is all."

Back to the present.

Avalon let out a long sigh and drank some beer. He laid back and waited on for what will happen.