FTEC -- Saturday, 10 May -- Evening Shift

May 11, 2008 06:40

Igor spent a good long time familiarising himself with the clinic, tsking over some of what he found and nearly swooning over others.

Eventually, though, he settled behind the front desk, the better able to observe people as he came in. There was a jar of greenish liquid on the desk in front of him. Sparks occasionally arced through whatever the liquid was, and the round shape floating in it spun idly as Igor watched it, making notes.

gaspode, igor

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