Whoever seeks to fight monsters...

[=Hellfire=]

It is quiet on Sabah Shipyard. The nightshift has begun. All fighters that have been assigned to the current patrols have left.
only a few people can be encountered in the hallways. Silence reigns inside the shipyard.
Silence, except for the room used as a gym for the personal.
Heavy blows can be heard coming from the corner where the heavy bag is mounted.

Left hook, right hook, straight left and right, elbows are thrown in random patterns by a restless and visibly unsettled James.
He already broke his pair of gloves and the bag starts to soften under his constant hitting.

He breathes hard, his right hand's knuckles are bloody, but he doesn't stop punching.

One of the technicians is passing in front of the room.

"Sir, You shouldn't overdo it... It's late and..."

He interrupts the technicians speech by walking up to him and ramming his fist into the wall beside him.

"DON'T tell me what I should do... It's too late? What is really too late is..."
He suddenly stops speaking.
"Just get outta here... I don't need any advices, any help or... Just leave me alone already..."

The technician doesn't insist and leaves the room.
After a while, James sinks to the ground. A headache has spread in his head and brings back the visions he had when he was in the intensive care unit. He forces himself to get up, takes his stuff and, almost stumbling to his room he sends a com to the medical center, his first time to directly ask for help.

"This is James Rascal... If there is still somebody awake... Please transmit this message to Dr. Umeda... I am ready now... I need help I guess, I need to talk..."