#Hospital – August 16, 2015

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Jason enters the hospital with quite possibly the worst hangover headache of his life. Definitely top 10! ......Well, at least top 30! Probably. He's dressed in the same clothes he passed out in as he crosses the lobby and approaches the VI. He wastes no time getting down to business. "Alright, you don't like me and I don't like you." he states as a pain shoots through his head, causing

him to wince, "So lets not spend any more time chit chatting than we need to. Is Halisi in her office? A simple yes or no will do, jerkface."

The VI flickers to life as Jason approaches. "No."

Jason places his hand on his hip and waits a few moments for the VI to elaborate. "Well!?" he says impatiently, "Where is she then? I swear, you things get stupider and stupider." he grumbles, "The cafetaria? She taking a poop? Just point me in the right direction."

The VI hologram rotates (without any semblance of turning from the actual avatar) and then raises an arm, pointing into the hallway - one might think it was messing with him if it was not such a basic VI:

Jason narrows his eyes and stares at the hologram for a few moments before turning in the indicated direction and scanning around for any sign of the doctor.

The VI is pointing into the main hallway that leads further into the hospital.

Jason glances over his shoulder at the VI. "Real fucking cute." he mutters before starting down the hallway. He looks around for any staff members that might be able to point him in the right direction while grumbling something about 'asshole VIs'.

An asari and a human in nurse scrubs are standing in the hallway, discussing a patient.

Jason walks up to the pair and doesn't seem particularly bothered by the prospect of interrupting them, so he does. "Hey." he begins before repeating himself slightly louder, "Hey. Sorry, I'm looking for Dr. Halisi. Can you tell me where she is? She's not in her office."

The asari nods and points a door down the hall. "She's with a patient. You can wait in her office."

Jason frowns and lets out a deep breath. "How long do you think she'll be?" he asks, "Ballpark."

The nurse shrugs with a polite smile. "I don't know, sir."

Jason gives a nod. "Alright, thanks." he says as he turns away. He gets a few steps down the hall before he glances back over his shoulder, "Oh, your VI is on the fritz. Think it needs some calibrations or something. All jacked up." He continues on towards Halisi's office.

The nurse sighs at the mention of the VI, and then returns to her conversation.

Jason reaches Halisi's office and gives the door a courtesy knock before opening it, despite being told she wasn't there.

The office is indeed quite empty. It looks much the same as it usually does.

Jason paces across the office and plops down in Halisi's seat behind her desk to wait for the doctor's return.

After about twenty minutes or so of utter uneventfulness, Halisi comes into the office, datapad in hand and starts to go around her desk and then stops dead in her tracks when she notices Jason. She seems more surprised than startled, glancing at the door and then back at him. "Erm... how long have you been sitting there?"

Jason is now seated quite comfortably, hands behind his head with his dirty boots up on the desk. "I don't know. About a half hour. You were busy with a patient." He removes his boots from the desk and sits up, "Didn't wanna just interrupt. That'd be fucking rude."

Halisi looks at the desk, not particularly amused. She rubs her forehead with a sigh. "How do you feel? You shouldn't have just ran off like that... should've stayed here in the hospital."

Jason rolls his eyes. "I'm fine, doc. Really. Little pain in the mornings, but those meds do the trick. Few beers on top of that and I'm not feelin' a damn thing." He stands up from the seat and rounds the desk, "Get a little light headed every now and then, but it's nothing major."

Halisi sits down in the now empty chair, attempting to wipe the desk clean with the sleeve of her coat. "Are you here about the arm? Or about... the other thing?"

Jason sits at the corner of the desk closest to Halisi. "A little of both, actually. I'm guessing you've got some contacts, so I'd appreciate it if you could get the ball rolling on a new arm." he says, reaching over with his remaining arm to touch his damaged shoulder, "But I know that shit takes some time, and we don't exactly have a whole lot of that right now. So in the meantime, I need

you to set me up with something temporary. Doesn't need to be pretty, but it does need to be functional in the field. Something that could help absorb a bit of the recoil of my Revenant would be nice."

Halisi ponders this for a moment and then shakes her head. "Any temporary prosthetic would be completely useless in the field. You'd need a proper cybernetic limb, and the damage that causes to tissue and bone means grafting a cloned arm is impossible."

Jason furrows his brow. "What do you mean, 'impossible'? Just lop the fucker off when the real thing is out of the oven." he says with a shrug, as if it's that simple, "Look. If it's about credits, I'm good for it. We're on solid ground right now, honest. Construction has already started on the new building and everything. You'll have your own office. A place to practice that's a bit

more-..." he glances around with a sigh, "...discrete."

Halisi lets out another sigh, leaning back in her chair upon finishing with the cleaning of the desk. "Jason, I know that's not true... and it's not about credits. It's about medicine. Installing a cybernetic limb will leave your body unable to accept a grafted arm. It's one or the other, not both. I know you want to go after the Chief, so if you need an arm quickly I can set you up with a prosthetic, but I won't be able to grow a

new arm for you after that."

Jason frowns and shifts in place a bit. "What do you mean 'that's not true'?" he asks, "We're fine. At least financially... For now." he insists. "But if you say it's not possible, then it's not possible. Whatever. A cybernetic arm tomorrow is worth ten cloned arms next month. Vasquez is the priority right now. So what are my options with arms?" he asks with a sigh. It's obvious that he's

not particularly pleased with the idea of simply losing his arm for good, but that's the least of his concerns at the moment.

Halisi studies him for a little while in silence. "If you feel you can afford it I would suggest getting one of the newer variants - synthetic muscle tissue. Feels and controls similar to the real thing. Not to mention it would be a lot easier to install considering the damage to your shoulder area." She drums her fingers against the table and after a short pause she adds: "Could even get an artifical skin cover for it - the most

advanced ones are near-enough indistinguishable from real skin."

Jason gives a quick nod. "Function over fashion for now." he says, "Is that something that can be added later? The skin cover? I'm more interested in practical modifications immediately..."

Halisi nods. "Yes, that shouldn't be a problem. I'll take a while for the arm to be sent here, but once it arrives I'll be sure to schedule you for surgery right away."

Sounds like a plan. So, what are my other options? Anything else that needs discussed before you can put out an order?

Halisi shakes her head. "No, I don't think so... you... can pay, right? The hospital can't really afford to cover a surgery like this on good faith."

Jason narrows his eyes, looking as though he's offended. "Yes. I can pay." he growls. He shakes his head a few times and shifts in place, "I said we're fine. I meant it. Trust me, for fuck's sake..."

Halisi lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-... I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure."

Jason waves her off as if he doesn't want to hear it. "Yeah..." he says as his only acknowledgement before letting out a deep sigh, "Anyway... I managed to get in touch with a few information brokers. Think I might have a solid lead to follow. Just waiting to hear back." he says.

Halisi raises an eyebrow. "Information brokers? What have you found out?"

Jason leans back a bit, putting more of his weight on the desk and glances down at his boots, "Got a location." he says, using one boot to scrape at some dirt on the top of the other boot, "Sort of. Like I said, still waiting to hear back on the details." He looks up to meet Halisi's gaze, "Ever heard of Cerberus?"

Halisi cocks her head. "I take it you don't mean the dog?"

Jason cocks his head to the opposite side, "They have a dog, too?"

Halisi opens her mouth to say something, but seems to reconsider, covering her face with her palm. "Nevermind. No, I'm not familiar."

Jason wrinkles his nose in confusion for a few moments before shaking his head. "They're a bunch of human extremists. According to the information sent my way, they've been behind a few other incidents similar to the mining colony..." he pauses offering an apologetic look, "It's all been kept quiet and swept under the rug. They also have some sort of connection back to ExoGeni Corp, which

is a company Vasquez and I have already had run-ins with, so it all adds up, somehow. I'm not sure what they want with Linda, but they're holding her in a facility... Along with the artifact we came across. They didn't mention a dog, but if it's important, I can try and pry a bit when they get in contact again." he says sincerely.

Halisi 's mood darkens at the mention of the mining colony, but at the last part she can't help but crack up a bit. "F-... forget about the dog. If they're connected to these incidents... all the more reason to go after them, right? I just hope... we'll be able to fix whatever they did to Vasquez."

Jason looks confused at her laughter, but lowers his gaze and sucks in a deep breath at the mention of Vasquez. He slowly exhales through his nose. "As far as we know, you might be the closest thing in the galaxy to a medical expert on those... things." he admits, "We've already seen what they can do to people, Halisi. Whatever they've done to Linda... You need to figure it out. I don't

care what it costs. I don't care what you need to put her through. She's tough. She can take it. And I-..." he chokes up slightly, but regains his composure quickly, "...I can't lose her."

Halisi reaches for Jason's hand, placing her own over it gently. "We'll get her back, and I'll do everything in my power to fix her. I promise." She leans slightly to the side to try and meet his gaze and show the sincerity in her eyes.

Jason holds eye contact with Halisi for a moment and gives a nod. "I know you will." he says. He stands from his position on the desk and lets out a sigh. "For now, just make sure that arm gets here and make sure it's a fucking war machine, because as soon as that intel comes through we're gonna hit them hard and fast."

Halisi nods with a faint smile. "I'm on it."

Jason backpedals a few steps towards the door. "Keep me up to speed on it." he says. As he nears the door, he glances back at the doctor, "Happy to see Leah on her feet again, too. We're lucky to have you on the team, doc."

Halisi blinks. "Oh, yes, I heard. That wasn't me though... Dr. Decker handled the surgery. I'm... not entirely clear on who funded her surgery though. Did Redrock manage to scrape together all those credits?"

Jason shakes his head. "She mentioned something about a cousin owing her a favor or something." he says, looking slightly embarrassed, "I was a few drinks in when she was going over the details..." he admits with a shrug. "Well, either way, pass along my appreciation to Dr Dickler." he says as he opens the door. "I'll talk with you later, doc."

Halisi seems a bit puzzled but doesn't question it any further as Jason leaves. "Yeah, later..."

Jason makes his way out of the hospital, giving a sidelong glare at the holographic projector at the front desk before leaving.

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