The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Squad]

Johnson walked through the portal, the first time he’d done so since that initial meeting with his newly minted superior. His jacket did a poor job of hiding the new bandages, but the chill the air didn’t bother the little bit of his chest that was exposed. The keep gave him a nod.

“Been a bit, eh? How’d that chip of yours work out?”

Johnson smirked a little bit and pushed his receding, cropped mop of hair around his forehead. His fingers kept finding the small bump hiding the doctor’s chip.

Two chips can change a lot. Depends on which one you're talking about.

“It worked, that’s about all I can say about it. I’m not dead yet, at least.”

He’d worked the wound at his temple enough that the constant pressure caused the rest of his head to throb.

“Got anything to help with a headache?”

“What a question.”

With his back turned, the keep motioned with his head toward the mostly empty booths in the corner.

“Have a seat, I’ll bring you something.”

The shadows of a few other occupants swayed with the overhead lights.

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