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     Jacob Prescot |
"God dammit!!" Prescot cursed again. The marines around him looked a bit befuddled but went about their business. This was the third time this week that his arm had acted up. It seemed to start up out of no were... Staying on pretty much light duty. Sudden sharp pain comming out of now were and then dissapearing almost as fast. Moving his hand around again Prescot sighed, 'Damn doctors... Cant even fix something wtihout screwing it up,' he thought. Pulling up his sleeve, as if to expect to see something wrong. Of course nothing was wrong, the Crewman that had done this part had done a fairly good job, no was scar was even visable. Unfortunatly it was obviously inside that had caused the problem. "Sgt take over here," Prescot said. "I need to figure out just what the hell is wrong with this arm." Exiting the Barracks Prescot headed over to Sickbay... Looking for whoever screwed up his treatment. |