health care

[Locksmith]

Heisenberg Research Station, Cologne
June 13th, 835 AS
Doctor Thorn's Lab

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The journey to Heisenberg station was fairly uneventful. Apart from a couple of Liberty patrols near the border, the only inconvenience along the way was the anxious wait. Freud had never had a medical check-up before, because there was no urgent need for one. And anything that wasn't urgently needed was usually put on the back burner.
After all, he had to feed his sister, and considering her health, he didn't think about his own at all. He could walk and work, that was enough.

Looking out at the station, which resembled a small Freeport, from the cockpit of his fighter, Roland hesitated for a few seconds. It was hard to comprehend how Thallia had learned more about him in less than a week than almost everyone else learned in a year. Including the people he had fought dangerous battles with time and time again. One thread clung to another, one word to another word. He revealed more and more to her; both because he wanted to and because he had to. He couldn't afford to keep anything from the woman who offered him help, because she might be putting her own safety at risk. And she was hardly the kind of person who didn't think about the consequences and possible dangers.

"Well, there's no point in dragging it out. I don't know if you can hear me, but try not to cause trouble."

It was silent. As it had been lately. As if Roland was just a guy with an inexplicable ability to fix things again. But he knew better than to hope for that.

Another second passed and Freud flew his fighter closer to the station, contacting it and requesting permission to land. The tired voice that answered asked surprisingly few questions, and soon Freud was leaving his ship in the hangar.

The station wasn't very big, but it seemed to be quite popular. Lost in the stream of people, the young man pulled up a map of the station on his helmet's visor, quickly finding the place marked as Thallia's laboratory. A few minutes later, after walking down several corridors, he stood before what appeared to be the entrance to Thallia's laboratory. There were a few seconds of hesitation, after which Locksmith shook his head slightly.

"Not again. Pull yourself together, coward."

With that, Freud... Knocked on the door. He wasn't sure if there was anything else to indicate his presence, so he started with the most obvious thing.

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