"That's exactly your reason, Stoat. You either do it, or I shoot you."
Stoat looked shocked, and Max was grim-faced.
"We have a serious issue here. You're still human, but ... something inside you has changed. I don't know exactly what they did to you, but you're ..." Max stopped, reached inside his jacket and pulled out several pieces of paper. "For security purposes, I can't download this directly to your neural net anymore, sorry, you have to look at this the old fashioned way."
He held them up for Stoat to read. "What is this crap, Max, I don't know what this medical stuff means any more than you do."
"Here's the last page, Stoat. Doctors summary. Blood chemistry on patient shows basic alteration as seen in past infected cases. Patient has not been infected with the symbiote at this time. Patient is at risk of being infected with ANY Nomad or Wilde exposure. Risk of infection - 100%."
Max threw the papers onto Stoats bed. "Dammit, man. You're a Guildmaster. You know ALL of our secrets. The physical things, like our security codes, I've already had changed. But our long term goals? You were in our planning sessions. You're one of the brotherhood! What would you have me do? It's not a case of whether or not you could get infected - it's simply a matter of WHEN!"
(11-21-2013, 12:53 PM)Jihadjoe Wrote: Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.
