health care

[Jazzi]

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"It sounds to me like th...there's already plenty bothering you."

Pocketing the scanner, it's hammerhead like head sticking out of her trousers, Thallia walks towards Roland. There's a mischevious look in her eye. A playful smirk on her lips. In one hand, she holds the scalpel as if she were about to have her dinner as she closes the distance. Putting on a stern, serious expression she raises the scalpel high and brings it down into the soft, exposed material of the bottle's seal. She grins deviously.

"I'm not cutting you up. Not yet, a...an...anyway. Take off your shirt and t...turn around in the chair. I'm going to apply a layer of transmission gel to your arms and back, and use ultrasound to see if I can spot any implants. Th...that ok with you?"

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The Guardian Protocol

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