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Doc stood up and stood still for a moment as he just gave Zhane a stare. Not an evil one but one of thought. He then scratched his chin with his right hand. Ideas were flowing through his head. He walked over towards a window and looked out for a moment before turning back to him, opening his mouth to say something but for a few seconds, nothing came out.
Finally, he pointed towards him. "You helped me once," he stated, "or at least helped me get something started. Truth be known, Zhane, I have little to offer you with Canaria in Bretonian hands. All I can offer you is purpose."
He gave a light smirk, "Work with me. Become a member of Med Force Enterprises. I can use a man like you, someone who knows research. Some of my most secret projects are performed at my hospital in Baffin and I can give you an office and quarter for a few of your people. It is quite small so it is all I can do for now but then, large ships are home if you keep them close by. Still, others can head out to Omicron Theta and assist with living on Pygar. If you are a part of Med Force, you will have trust."
He sipped his Scotch, "So, old friend, what do you say?"
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