As a medical professional, Larry was used to drinking absurd amounts of coffee, but sometimes. Installing the right bionics could easily save one from the reliance on the bitter potion, but after years of enjoying the brew, it became a way of life for many.
Larry was on his ninth cup that day, having spent most of it dealing with an unexpected influx of customers. Come night, he was preparing for a good rest when news of the raid on Blue Ember hotel reached him, and at that moment, he knew there would be no rest.
Just as the clock hit midnight, he got a notification about someone being at his door, so he opened the security feed to see who it was. An instant later, he was rushing toward the door. Outside The Clinic, a young man with bright red hair was collapsed on the floor, his face as pale as a corpse. Staring at him for a moment, Larry bit the butt of his cigarette, his eyes widening, not with surprise, but with retrained anger.
"I'm getting a deja vu…."
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