To: President of USI, Mr. Teshurr

[J.Scroll]

As the back-up generators kicked on, and the lights gradually turned on, Chris slowly laid back in his bed, returning to his artificial coma.
Did I miss something?

Both jumped and turned around to see Justin Scroll, holding his side arm behind him.

Where did you come from? Araevin asked, still wide eyed from the previous expierence. Glad to see you mister Scroll, but could you put the gun away? Collins asked. The weapon was holstered, with a smile. Sorry, Doc, force of habit. Now lets continue. You called me here to give me a list of some sort?

Doctor Collins lit another cigarette and motioned towards the door. The President and Vice President followed him as he made his way down the hall way. 3 large male nurses made their way into Chris' room.
First off, they are going to strap down Mr. Turner, we can't have him doin' that again. A loud clank was heard as main power was restored to the station.
That's better, pass me a smoke, Doc.
The list, Doctor. Justin insisted.
The doctor removed a PDA from the breast pocket of his white overcoat.
Right, right okay. We believe in order to fix up Mr. Turner we will need... 10 bio-neural processors from planet Cambridge, as well as Pharmaceuticals. Also, a brain surgeon is waiting on BoaVista in Omega 50. He has a specialized holotainment band that believes will do the job. Be sure to give is Pineal Amulet a special place in your cargo hold, as he will not do anything without it.
Also, he requests that a Detroit Munitions model side-arm be provided as well.
Better to be safe, than sorry, Doc. Justin says, padding his holster.
Also, we could use 5 tons of water and Oxygen, just to resupply The doctor says, looking up from his PDA and placing it back in his pocket
That sounds simple enough. I'll get a couple of -
...and a Superior Alien Brain
The lit cigarette falls from Araevin's mouth.
Whatever needs to be done Justin replied, stone-faced. As quickly as he arrived, Justin was in his Havoc, and gone.

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