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     Jacob Prescot |
Prescot moved as fast as he could, his right hand applying the direct pressure needed to the wound on his arm. The blood flow had slowed down to a trickle from the resulting crude first aid, but a small trail still followed him as he rounded the corner. "Just great," he muttered under his breath as he spied the Intelligence module. Only he wasnt refering to finally seeing his destination too far away. "Too much for me to handle. Just great..." Prescot muttered again and cursed his luck. Still going over as fast as he could, hampered by the blood loss. "First hes going to tell me that I need to be more careful. Then hes going to yell at me that I let my guard down and nearly got myself and Serrold killed," Prescot muttered down the hall to the modual. "Then I have to sit there and listen to him lecture as if HE knows everything in the world." Finally reaching his destination, Prescot advances into the Intelligence Modual and mutters again under his breath... "I hate doctors" |