"Are you all right?" He was built like a linebacker and wore an expensive Armani suit. She found him to be a quite handsome man but bells and whistles... went off in her head."I guess so," she gave him a lovely smile. Inside she churned. This was one of her own. Her scanning of him told her that he was the Destroyer sent to kill her. She had sensed his presence weeks ago and now was testing him if he could detect that she, in fact, was 1142. Her full length sable coat hung open displaying a white. Good day." I turned to walk away. Walking back to our cabana wasn't hard but it was hot as hell so I stopped for Lemonade at the Hotel.I was about halfway through the first glass when the manager of the hotel approached my table. "Mr. Burke, Mr Sanchez is on the way over. He wishes you to wait for him here." Ordinarily I would tell you to get screwed but I do want to talk to him. Tell him I will be right here through one more lemonade."Sanchez made it before I finished the second one, but not. I think it's a risk worth taking." You know," I mused, "there might be a way to help bring him out of hiscoma, if these suits can do more than we know. I mean, they can healus, so why couldn't they help heal somebody else? I'm gonna search thedatabase in this one tonight and see if there's anything that'll help.Hell, maybe we could stuff Dr. Fine into one of the newer suits and letit heal him, or regenerate him, or something." I briefly chuckled at the thought of Dr. Fine, stuck in one of. Thinking about the pair and remembering that he still possess inside his Blue Stone the hexagonal token with two letters printed on it in Netherling, “S.C” Rockwell gave him following the invitation to join Sinister Chain, Zax also recalled the same reckonings he made back then for either becoming part of a criminal organization or a Geared mercenary band.“I’m not good with taking orders”. He wanted to negotiate his terms of service. Requests were one thing and being constantly told what to do.