The Green Hell Beergarden

[I_m_rdy]

3 days after Sean's transmission to Damien. He recovers well in his comatose state, but still doesn't wake up. The day goes on like many others, for the exception of his pule going up a slight bit in the early morning, but soon getting back to normal again. Later, in the evening, Sean's pulse goes up at higher values than the monitor ever has shown. His eyes twitch, his arms slowly moving, Sean tries to wake up. It takes him a lot of effort to release himself from the comatose state, but he is able to sit on his bed. He rubs his head, and calls the nurse.

"Oh, Mr. Dawson, you are awake already. How are you now?"

"I'm still feeling a bit dizzy, thanks. Say, can you please tell me how long I've been sleeping?"

"It's been over two months, sir."

Sean can't believe what she said. He has been lying for over two months here?

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Dawson?"

"Uh, no, thank you, I'm fine for now."

Now alone in the room, Sean checks his neural net. A notice from Damien he is leading NLH... Good, he has surely done a good job. And some other message catches his attention:

Hey there!

I'd check your bank account if I were you. I left a small surprise for you. Also something by a secret person who prefers to stay anonymous. It hurts to see Bretonia being a dirty junkyard right now, and I believe in you. I've seen one of your posters in Cambridge lately, and was impressed by your goals. Though I can't actively help, I will support you with money donations. That's a promise.

Be on your guard, green guy
E.L.

He wonders who sent this message, but follows the advice and checks his bank account. Sean doesn't believe his eyes: The secret donator (or the secret donators) put a whole 600 million Credits on his bank account!

This motivation boost is what he needs. Seeing as it is late in the evening he decides to start out again tomorrow.

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