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you won ’ t be the last. I have to hand it to you, though. Something must have changed you. You used to be rude, self - centered, careless, crass and, well, let ’ s face it, an all-around ass. But here you are, in the slums, offering free care. You ’ ve changed a lot, as have I. It ’ s good to see you , doctor. Who would have ever thought, Max Hall! MD! ”
    “ Speaking of change, you got gene spliced with a cat? Really? ”
    “ Yes, really. Not a cat, though. It took a lot of work, but I got my hands on the genetics of a cheetah. Don ’ t ask, I know most of them died out in twenty-sixty-four. Anyhow, can I go now? I feel I ’ ve played your little game enough. ”
    “ You can go any time. I can ’ t detain you… A cheetah? How? Never mind. Like I said, you are free, but still, my questions—Psyker Scream, the modification to the bots? ”
    “ Look, it appears you ’ ve changed, but people still think I am as crazy as I ever was. You want answers, come to a Psyker show tonight. Come see what you hear. They ’ re playing in town tonight; not many people know so the crowd won ’ t be too big. Show me you ’ ve got an open mind and maybe, just maybe, I will let you know more. ”
    “ Come see what I hear? I think you ’ ve forgotten something. I provide the enhancements. I don ’ t have them myself. ”
    “ And you forget, neither do I. Guess you don ’ t truly want answers…too bad, ” she said nonchalantly as she began to saunter toward the door.
    Max was going mad with questions; he had more now than when Zarfa had left his office. He wanted to pull his hair out. He had a bit of a temper and wanted to tackle Crimson and interrogate her. He would lose, if he could even catch her.
    “ Crimson! ” he shouted eagerly.
    She paused and turned her head with a devilish smile. “ Yes? ” s he questioned , cocking her head to the side.
    “ Where is it? What time? But please tell me, what do you mean by come see what I hear? ”
    “ Eleven tonight. I will be by to pick you up and you will just have to see what I mean, if you can see it. ”
    “ I close the office at seven , so how— ”
    She cut him off again. “ I know where you live; be home. ”
    She was out the door quicker than he could say another word. If she had stayed, he would have been asking a myriad of questions. How did she know where he lived? Who was this girl?
    He wished he had never been a jerk to her as a child. It seemed like she was over it, but he couldn ’ t help but feel that this was all an elaborate ploy to get back at him. Who would get spliced with a cheetah? Even eerier, he thought, how? His mind started to simmer down as he was still standing behind his desk, befuddled.
    He looked down to see the coffee he had spat out all over his desk and, suddenly, felt a wave of embarrassment. He didn ’ t think he even stood a chance with this girl once she reminded him of the school days, let alone the fact she had probably seen him jump out of his chair frightened as a schoolgirl who found a mouse.
    He was wondering by this point if he had spat any coffee on her… He didn ’ t see any, and she started off a good distance from him, but in a time of shock and fear, who knew how far he could spit? His heart was still throbbing. This was, by far, the most excitement he had had in a long time, all in one day.
    Any semblance of calmness was now completely out the window. Any concentration he had on a single subject, shattered. Even if a patient were to come in now, he would probably misdiagnose them and be guilty of malpractice . He hated abusers, but he was in need of a serenity boost. He opened his stainless steel desk and pulled out a syringe; the fluid inside was only point two of a cc.
    Holding the syringe, he stood up, walked over to the door, and locked it. He flipped around his little sign that said “ out to lunch ” and walked back to his desk. He sat in his leather chair and stuck the boost in his arm. After five