Opening one eye slowly, then the other, Leer began to look around the room he was in. He was in a hospital, there was no mistaking the tiny holes repeated over and over in the ceiling tiles. He'd been in dozens of hospitals across half as many galaxies and at least a third of them had the same ceiling tiles. Gus was over in the corner using some medical shears he had found to open a candy bar wrapper. Leer didn't know Gus. He looked in the other direction to see Samuel, equally beaten, still unconscious and reclined fully upon his hospital bed. He was having trouble remembering who Samuel was. He decided to close his eyes and think about things for a minute before letting anyone know he had awakened.
Slowly his memory returned. He had planned to be badly beaten, it was his own idea. The guy in the bed next to him was the one who did it because Leer had told him to. No one else could know any of that information. What everyone else was going to hear about the beating was part of a much larger plan. A plan that involved a bunch of rookie actors, an incredibly valuable shipment of JumpJuice and a natural disaster which Leer had barely survived, roughly thirty years ago, that was going to occur in less than seventy-two hours. Leer only hoped that Samuel would remember what he was supposed to say when he woke up, otherwise Leer might not live to see the natural disaster he survived thirty years before.
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