Big trouble in little Curacao.

[HuggieSunrise]

jim was lying in a bed on Caneria.

It was familiar... he had spent a little over half a year with therapy shortly before the "estium" excursion.

his eyes slid over to tinny.. the android bent over forward to check to make sure he was indeed awake.

"Whos my god damn doctor..." jim squeezed out rasply.

+Unknown, you where in surgery for several hours, your chart has yet to manifest.+

"I feel shot.. It hurts." Jim was looking around the recovery room.. it wasn't quite a recovery room.. odds are he was due for more surgery.

+Four shots located in the calves and thighs a clean shot through your right shoulder and a shot in your artifical disk.+

"I don't remember being shot in the back..." he questioned.

+While I was coming into weapons range a large red haired woman fired her weapon into your back my strafing run did eliminate her.... however it ruined your jacket. I spotted the accomplice jumped off the roof.+

"Ill be damned... that expensive little disc saved my damn life." He huffed.