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Clark sat in the office, deep in the underworld of Corulag. The office was more a dilapidated old shack than something any official doctor would be seen in. However, unfortunately for Clark, his medical license had been pulled under false intentions long before his time. He straightened up a few things in his operating room before returning to his office. He sat placing his feet on the desk. He closed his eyes leaning back thinking, What am I doing? I know these guys are up to no good but they pay quite well and everyone knows I need the capital, my supplies have run quite short from the old days.
He picked up the closest magazine and began to flip through it absentmindedly. He stopped at an article and began to read when his communicator alerted letting him know he had a call. He grasped the communicator and answered, "Corinth."
"Doc, we have a big problem, we are bringing a patient in to you, he is critical so have the operating room set up," the voice demanded from the other end.
He sighed and spoke, "Alright bring your guy, I"ll fix him up. I need my compensation though and because of the hour it will be double the price."
He returned to the operating room preparing his various tools he sat on the tray. He held the scalpel for a moment remembering all the times he had utilized the tool. He set the scalpel down and began to put on his surgical attire. He tied the mask and sat on the edge of the table waiting for the individual to enter.
He picked up the closest magazine and began to flip through it absentmindedly. He stopped at an article and began to read when his communicator alerted letting him know he had a call. He grasped the communicator and answered, "Corinth."
"Doc, we have a big problem, we are bringing a patient in to you, he is critical so have the operating room set up," the voice demanded from the other end.
He sighed and spoke, "Alright bring your guy, I"ll fix him up. I need my compensation though and because of the hour it will be double the price."
He returned to the operating room preparing his various tools he sat on the tray. He held the scalpel for a moment remembering all the times he had utilized the tool. He set the scalpel down and began to put on his surgical attire. He tied the mask and sat on the edge of the table waiting for the individual to enter.