Matters of the Heart

Johny leans on the side of the black truck, a cigarette dangling from his lips. In his hands is a paper magazine of some sort. If you got close enough, you'd see 'JUGGS' as the cover. The darkness in the area is pervading, the sort of thing that swallows the night in itself. Isolated, away from the rest of the world. Helicopter parked off to the side, cars everywhere, it's like a high tech rednecks paradice. And in that moment, JOhny looks like that high tech redneck.

Slinger rolls up in his SUV, with somebody in the passenger seat. The vehicle glides through the forested area toward the meeting spot, designated to him on the phone, and he scans the area before he finally climbs out of the SUV, turning to say something to the person beside him. When he emerges, he pauses to light up a cancer stick, inhaling deeply, before he casually meanders toward the redneck in question, and stays close by Orpheus. A definite protective air in his posture, the way he stands with the other boy.
Slinger is also wearing his best ganger gear. Including a pair of honorary wings he got given by one of the Saints lieutenants for one of the favors he's done. He's got a little cred in that part of town, after all.

Wearing a somewhat punkish outfit matching the same one Slinger wore, Orpheus steps out of the SUV along with Slinger. Orpheus was pretty young looking, and the outfit might in fact be wearing him a few years awkwardly. Unlike Slinger, Orpheus had no cred worth speaking of. More or less an unknown factor. Usually the type of factor that needed help after all.
As Orpheus walks, his eyes peer around the 'redneck trailer partk haven' a little warrily, somewhat trepid to be so out in the open. Felt quite out of place to him. He has no idea whom the person they are meeting looks like though, so his wandering gaze accomplishes little more than giving him an eyesore.

Johny tosses the JUGGS magazine in the open window of the Road Master. "Okay Slinger." Says Johny then, looking over Orpheus. "Lets go inside… get warm, out of this cold… and get your buddy here looked at."

Slinger nods, keeping quiet until we are more securely inside. He still stays protectively close to his young friend, taking a drag from his cigarette, the pack proudly in his ratty shirt pocket. And he follows Johny inside, his arm gently giving the other youth a gentle nudge on the shoulder. Only once inside does he speak more freely. "This's Orpheus. Friend of mine. Rescued him recently. He's got an Aztlan tracking device in him somewhere… and we'd like it out of him. Also got some other things to talk about."

Orpheus steps inside with the others, giving Johny a nod in greeting along with a destinctly Spanish greeting, "Hola," he says with just a tad of reservation in his voice. As Johny and Slinger talk business, he wonders idly in the back of his mind if he'd have to be awake for it.. His mind wanders some more and he wonders if the thing might have a BOMB attached to it or something..
"Whose going to do it?" he asks, piping into the conversation a moment. ".. I'm not entirely sure what kind of device it is… Only that it's in me somewhere."

Johny grimaces. What is it with people and shoving things in other people in an unwelcome and unamusing context? Now, don't mistake; Johny's all for surprise Buttsex or some other comical impalement, but this crap where people get unwelcome shit put in them is just wrong. "That would be me, Kiddo." Says the thirtysomething man in jeans and flannel. "In we go."

Slinger stays close with Orpheus, following Johny along. Gives his young friend a reassuring squeeze to the shoulder. "You can trust him with anything," he tells his young friend. "Anything you've told me, you can trust him with. Seriously. Especially about what happened this morning. You ain't a girl, so morning sickness like that ain't normal. That, and the nightmares. All of it. Better it come from you."

Johny glances over his shoulder, eyeing Orpheus now. He bends then, to grab a ring in the floor, pointing down, "In to the Celler."

Orpheus comes out from a trapdoor in the floor.
Orpheus has arrived.

Slinger comes out from a trapdoor in the floor.
Slinger has arrived.

Yeah, Orpheus wasn't usually one to pass on judgements about surprise buttseckx either, but it was a little disquieting to have a device in you that could potentially lead a throng of angry Aztlan SWAT teams into your door to do bad things to you.
Of note, Johny's use of the word 'kiddo' elicits a slight sneer from him, though he keeps his mouth shut out of respect to the fact this was one of Slinger's friends. Slinger obviously trusted him a lot though, else he wouldn't be talking about all /that/ stuff so openly. Orpheus regards Johny again with more due respect.
"I don't really know what more to say.. I've had nightmares lately, nausea in the morning. Something to do with what Aztech did to me.. A week ago I was a lotal Aztlan soldier, now my own country would have me dead. They used some kind of brainwashing on me.. I suspect since I was younger." Course, he already looks kinda young as it is, and a little tired just talking about the subject. "Don't know anything more than that."

Johny flicks his gaze back to Slinger as he heads on down in to the Cellar. Which, despite apparences, is where a very compact, exceedingly so, clinic is located. Complete with a surgical bay. No, don't ask me how, but it's there.

"And you trust this guy, Slinger? Aztech Mojo is crazy shit, Man… dunno if it's wise to be mixed up in all that." For that however, he doesn't seem to eb shirking away.

"That's why I said, as far as it's possible to, mano," Slinger replies. "There's no way to be one hundred percent sure. And like you said, could be he's brainwashed all to hell and back and is going to win my trust and slay me in my sleep. I hope not. I'm not into that kinda thing," the young mage admits with a grin and a light punch to Orpheus's shoulder.
"Anyway, you think you can get the thing outta him? And maybe help with the dreams and stuff? I've been able to pull out little bits of info from his past, help him remember a few things, but it's rough going.

In response to Johny, Orpheus is quick to respond: "I don't have anythin' to do with Aztech no more." Orpheus' accent comes a bit thicker now, clearly Spanish; just like all the natives to Aztlan. "They cast me aside and tried to have me killed." Orpheus sneers again with a venomous — and very pained— look that would be more intimidating likely, on someone elses face. Honestly, Orpheus can't blame Johny for feeling that way. He probably wouldn't even let himself in either — Aztlan kid suddenly turns sides conveniently when his country abandons him? Yeah right, chummer!… but he REALLY needed this transponder out of him, and was going to put up with any mistrust to have it done.
"Do this for me an' I'll owe you," he adds firmly, his voice a bit huskier than Slinger is probably used to hearing. Orpheus shoots Slinger a somewhat apologetic look at mention of being slain in his sleep.. He wanted to be hurt by the insenuation but — again — he could understand it still.

"Dreams and stuff…" Says Johny then… "Requires a psychologist." He moves over to a small bank of scanners, a portable Xray tool. Miniaturization; it's awesome! He steps back over to Orpheus, letting the paddle sized tool warm up. "Two things you need to know, son." Says the older looking man. "One, is that Aztechnology is never done. And two, is you need to be naked."
Johny clarifies then; "NOw."

Slinger chuckles. "I can wait outside, while you're getting all naked and stuff," he offers, after giving Orpheus a warm squeeze on the shoulder. "Could use a smoke anyway, and most of the time we're not s'posed to smoke during surgery." He grins impishly and releases Orpheus, preparing to step away.

Orpheus shoots a non-descript glance over at Slinger.. then just does as he's asked, steeling himself as best he can.. He relies on some of the very same brainwashing that made him who he is to block the obvious, reering embarassment from his mind that wanted to say 'Fuck no, dinner first at least dude!'..
He begins working out of his black hoodie, setting it wherever is convenient.. Off goes the t-shirt under it.. Off goes the stylized, studded belt, studded choker, spiky wrist band.. Accessorizing today huh? He unbuttons his pants, then stops a second to look at Slinger..
"Uh, you don't have to…" he says, some of his more usual, softer voice coming through in these words.. He gets the punk pants off too.. Sighs.. Then pulls his boxers off along with his socks and is now standing completely naked in the room..
Overall, Orpheus' physical appearance was healthy.. but rather smallish. Well. Mostly smallish. He does his best NOT to blush or do anything else that will make him look like a wussy idiot. "Kay.. Now what."

"Well, given that this is real life and not a porn trid, Kiddo." he raises the paddle. "And this is a portable scanner, not a dildo… I think I'm gonna play doctor. Only in that not-so-fun adult way, that when it requires lube, its even less fun."

"I'll be whereever you want me to be," Slinger promises, with a glance at Johny to confirm that's all right. And he waits quietly, just watching. Staying close to his young friend, projecting reassurance as best he can. "I have the frequencies, if that helps," the youth comments, reaching into his pocket for his pocsec. He opens the file with a few stabs at the keypad, then turns it around to face Johny, in case he needs it.

Orpheus has to focus not to say.. SOMETHING. "Just do what ya gatta do," he replies succinctly, eye developing a very milkd twitch all the sudden as he stands there, folding his arms over his chest and casting his head down toward the ground somewhat. "Just be careful.. I don't know if the thing is rigged or not," he admits.

"Nor do I.." He says, starting the scan, using one hand to show Orpheus to hold his hands to the side. "Until I get a better look at it… so lets find it. And any of its little friends currently having a luau in your body." He glances to SLingers datapad, then back to Orpheus. "SLinger, get me some rubber gloves, fourth cabinet, 5th bin. A small thing of lube, they come in little single serving packets, same cabinet, 9th bin…"

"Kinky," Slinger says with a smirk. Even when he's supposed to be reassuring, his true nature comes through. He pauses at the sink to wash off his hands, sanitize them, just for the sake of feeling a little more like a professional, and dries them off, before he complies. Fourth cabinet, fifth bin, got them. Lube, 9th bin… got it. He pulls up the items, making sure the rubber gloves snap, and keeps an eye on his young friend as he walks forward behind the other boy, handing over the items and trying, for just a moment, to look solemn.

Orpheus does as asked, arms relaxing at his sides while Johny begins doing.. whatever he is doing. Slinger's use of the word Kinky makes the boy give out the faintest of little groans… but he wasn't ganna wuss out and act like a little crybaby, huh uh.. Anyways, whether he remembered it or not, he's been in this same situation more than once. Probably why it felt familiar enough not to make him act out overmuch.

JOhny turns to slinger, showing him how to hold them so he can slide right in to them himself. "Thank you Nurse." He says with a grin, flexing his fingers in the gloves to sinch them down. "Just relax kid." He says then, turning back to Orpheus. "I've done this hundreds of times. I'm a professional."

Slinger sticks out his tongue at Johny in a most unsanitary way, but does hold up the gloves as instructed. "Not a nurse. I'm not even a medical clerk. My interest in the metahuman body is purely… aesthetic," he comments. And then he steps aside to give Johny access, instead standing in front of Orpheus, a few feet away — and reaches out a hand toward him, quietly, gently.

Orpheus musters what little good humor he has in him to answer Johny, "A professional what?" His humor quickly fades a bit and he returns to just hoping that this ends soon so he can have the damn thing out of him and be done with it.. In any case, he does relax as best he can under the circumstances, his muscles loosening a bit. He waits.

And now the scanner comes to live, showing a real-time image of the interior of Orpheus's body, like a micro MRI machine, showing the flexing and bending of blood vessels… "A professional. Doctor. Lawyer. Psycholoist. Computer Programmer. Security specialist. Actor. Stunt Man. The usual stuff."

"My friend here has led a very interesting life," Slinger remarks. And still hasn't given Johny's name. He'll leave that to Johny to give. "But I've known him… a long time." He fidgets, hand moving toward his cancer sticks, and he finally smirks, shrugs, and pulls out the pack. As Johny told him — he's a Shadowrunner. He's a badass. He can smoke where he wants.

Orpheus's innards look pretty typical. Insofar that he appears to be a healthy member of the Nobilis class of Homo Sapiens for his apparent age group. "You forgot veuyer," Orpheus adds with too little humor in his voice to make it sound like a joke. Just comes out flat, with just the tiniest hint of shattered dreams, humiliation, and lost innocent if one listened hard enough.
Orpheus looks at Slinger manuevering the cigarettes around like that.. Perhaps coveteningly.

"No, that comes with security specialist." Says Johny without missing a beat. "So what do you do for a living, Mr. Orpheus." He continues to move the scanner, now over the shoulder. He's being methodical, slow, not hurried… yes, the bug may be in the gut, but he's making sure everything else is copacetic.

Flame licks over Slinger's cigarette, and he inhales a deep drag, making sure to show the pleasure on his face. Teasing Orpheus with it, it looks like, before he takes a step back and leans casually against something that doesn't look /too/ expensive. Mostly he's staying quiet, just letting the two talk. He has little to add at the moment. He does blow Orpheus a kiss, though, when Johny isn't looking.

This blown kiss comes a little too late perhaps, to spare Orpheus from full despair? In fact, he's just about damn near sneering at that kiss, as though it mocked him.. His sneer comes out a little too cute and pouty to look menacing or venemous though.
So far, Johny's search procures no meaningful results.. Nothing out of the ordinary.. Though It's pretty obvious that the boys left arm is fully cybernetic when he does end up over there a ways. It was pretty hard for Orpheus to really answer Johny's question though.. sarcastically OR seriously. "M'good at getting into trouble," he says finally. "An' pretty good at getting back out of it," he adds to that, voice still low, subdued..

Orpheus pages: When you decide to spot it, Johny will see it's in the boys heart. /in/side, I mean.

"Lookin' at getting him into our line of work," Slinger comments. "He's young, bit of a newb in some ways, but I've seen him keep his head in a fight. Good head on his shoulders. And he's got some decent gear," he remarks. Another drag on his cigarette, and a small, pouty smile to his young friend — not mocking at all, genuine sympathy in his face. He's only staying back so he doesn't interfere with the scan.

"Gear is nothing." Says Johny then, pausing on the cyber arm. Now thats interesting. He comes back down along the line of the mans chest. He pauses then, at the man's chest.. "Hrm." He says quietly, gesturing for slinger to come on over. "Look here. See that mass, the pulsating one?" A pause. "Thats his heart. Now, we flip from ultrasonic to flesh-penetrating radeon imaging… and… there." The item, whatever it is, shows up now, suspended in Orpheus's heart.

"Have you been short of breath, tired, fatigued, Orpheus? This thing is interfearing with your blood flow… making the heart work harder than it needs too… this thing stays in, and you'll have a heart attack inside a few months."

"His heart," Slinger repeats. "And it's throbbing. Imagine that," the young elf quips, unable to be serious. Though he does move to peer at the screen, cigarette sending smoke spiralling into the air. And then he frowns more. "The thing is in his heart," he repeats. "Any sign it's got some kind of explosive or something? Can you get it out?" he wants to know, with a concerned look at his young friend. Heart attack in a few months. That is /bad/.

Orpheus would feel resent at Johny's comment, except, he had no real reason to. Wasn't technically 'his' gear per se. Technically, it was all Aztlan's. .. He probably needed to check all that for bugs too actually.. "It's where?" Orpheus asks suddenly, a little disheartened(LOLOL) to hear this bit of news.
Come to think of it.. Orpheus did mention he was feeling a bit fatigued.. and certainly short of breath!(Though prolly more cus of smoking). Tired, for sure though.. The dark circles under his eyes was a good indication of that. Maybe explained his vomiting in the morning.. Orpheus looks down at his own dark-skinned chest worriedly for a moment.. "Puta madre malditos. Dios mierda… /MIERDA/..!!" Orph mummbles all this under his breath.. and from the tenor in his voice, he isn't composing a haiku for the one he loves.
Orpheus pages: It does have an explosive rigged on it.

Fuck protocol right now. Slinger steps forward and places his hand on Orpheus's arm, and tightens it around his friend's slender but strong body. "I'm… Gods above, I'm glad I brought you in," he whispers. "The tiredness, that coulda been from the brainwashing, but when you threw up… " He closes his eyes, then nods to Johny. "Lemme know what it takes, what I can do. I'll take care of it. But would rather it could be done quietly. Don't need Aztlan getting wind of it."

Johny puts one hand on the boys shoulder then, completing his scan. Completeness. Never cut corners, never assume. Never ever assume. It ends with people and burst hearts. "It's alright, kid. Just relax. It's nothing. We can get it out without issue. Come in along the major artery.. pull it out. Just like that. You go to sleep… wake up… and go back to living your life."

Orpheus sighs a nice, lonngggg sigh. He'd grumble at being called a kid, but.. No point in it now. "Is it rigged?" he asks, as Johny had eloquently ommited that little bit of information. Probably it was better not to ask questions like that, but he /had/ to know. "Be honest," he adds, sounding as tough as someone with a ticking timebomb can. Dont have it removed? Aztlan finds you and kaks you.. Or you die of a heart attack. Try and get it removed by anyone but a professional? Let's just say that you'd better find a nice heart transplant doner in about ten seconds.

Slinger has another thought. "Stupid thought. How long has that thing been in there? Can you tell?" he asks, glancing to Orpheus. Put another way — how long has this been happening? Maybe the boy isn't as weak as he thinks he is. He crushes out his cigarette on the floor, then picks up the butt and drops it into a trashcan. Or maybe one of those biohazard things — that could work, too.
Orpheus's question does draw Slinger's attention, and he nods once, wanting to know that piece of information as well. His arms wind around the other boy, leaving no doubt at all about their association, or at least the budding feelings. Forget trying to act tough, Slinger is there for his companion.

"No. It's not rigged. It's a tracker. We're going to remove it. SLigner, move over to that control pannel there and call up configuration 132, Cardio-bypass surgery." A pause as he looks to Slinger. "Please?"

You paged Slinger with 'Sam is lying.'.
Slinger pages: How would Slinger know? :)
You paged Slinger with 'He's projecting that to slinger. Ever see someone lie, directly, then turn to give you a signal?'.
From afar, Slinger nods. Gotcha.

Slinger nods once, and takes a deep breath, squeezing his young friend's shoulder — and treating his torso with nervous care. As Sam says that, Slinger breathes a sigh of relief. And… then turns a shade or two paler, his eyes widening. But then he swiftly nods, all traces of his usual grin gone as he moves to the control panel, and starts punching buttons. Which… takes a few moments. Not something he's done before, assisting with surgery. At least not as a participant. He's the band-aid afterward.

Orpheus nods to Johny.. But somewhere deeep down.. He had a feeling that the guy was bullshitting. Couldn't be certain by any stretch.. but he could feel it. He hides that thought though, braving it. "Cool," he says, finally mustering some toughness again.. "Good. I'm trusting you," he adds, prepares to go wherever Johny asks. Johny, would would today be his savior(theoretically speaking of course). ".. No problem," he adds, whispering these last words with some unease. He'd just be put under and.. then wake up and everything would be fine.

Johny gestures to the cigarette now. "Kill it." He says, moving over to the sink to scrub up. "Put the kid to sleep." Says Johny then, turning on the water with a foot pedal.

Slinger smiles gently to Orpheus. "Remember what I said? About doing my best to make sure you are safe? Well, this is the man I go to when /I/ need to be safe. I trust him completely, with my life." He breathes out slowly, then goes back to selecting the profile, triple-checking, and then nods. "One-thirty-two," he repeats. "Cardio-bypass surgery." He turns back, tilts his head. "Is this really a fully bypass?" he wonders. He joins Johny at the sink, after giving Orpheus's hand a squeeze as he passes — and then goes ahead to don gloves as well, after sanitizing. "How do I do this?" he asks, realizing that he's going to be assisting. He doesn't faint at the sight of blood — his own or others… but has never tried to do anything like /this/ before.

Johny gestures to a cabinet. "In there. Look for the hypo-needle labeled [shit that knocks people out]. Set it for his weight and genus, which would be Nobilis and about a buck and a half…"

Orpheus' takes his seat.. wherever it is he's going to be laying for the operation. He lays there looking up at the ceiling and wondering to himself how he got into a situation like this. Most people could look back and think to poor descisions made or things they regretted.. Orpheus.. Didn't remember anything that wasn't put there by Aztech.. and so had no context withwhich to berate himself with. So here he waits, with a bomb in his heart in some secret beta clinic being operated on by two highly respectable people. Both pretty cute, too. Good right? Normally.. He waits for the sedation.

Slinger pads toward the cabinet obediently, and starts looking through the shelves, moving upward. Under A… Antiviral, Antiseptics, Antihistimines, Anaesthetics — there! He pulls open the drawer, checks the labels of the various hypos, then brings over the appropriate one. "Race, Nobilis," he repeats. "Mass, sixty kilos is my guess. I've had to lift him," Slinger points out. He waits until the item is ready, breathing a little harder. "Should I grab a mask or something?"

You say "Not until we engage the sterilization field. For now, make him comfortable." Says Sam as he removes his shirt. Sam is built like the proverbial brick shit house, ripped and well toned. He slides in to a gown then, then starts to set up the tools needed for the job coming up. Fiber optic camera, sutchers, all that medical crap you see on HOUSE, ER and Doogie Houswer."

Orpheus is still just waiting as patiently as he can, staring up at that ceiling, contemplating his life.. Contemplating what may be the remainder of his life. What what? Sixty Kilos! Oh come on! Orpheus is shocked! He couldn't be a kilo over 59!
Hey don't forget the hydromagnetosphere sub-derminal imaging scanner or the doodlethingy majiggerstuffs, Johny. What kinda second rate ripperdoc are you?..

Slinger gently pads over toward the table, and reaches down to grasp Orpheus's hand. "You're gonna be fine. You get the easy part. You just gotta lie here. I'm gonna mojo-heal you after it's done, so you ain't even gonna have a scar. Most you'll be is a little woozy when you wake up. And thirsty, if I remember when I had my bioware put in," the kid remarks witha grin. "Fuckin' thirsty as hell, and all they'd give me was some ice to suck on, the bastards. And then I get to pamper the shit out of you for the rest of the day," he promises. And then, he leans over and gently places a kiss on Orpheus's lips. And in Spanish, with a hint of an American accent, he adds, "I will protect you, my love. I promise."

He glances over at Slinger, an eyebrow raising. Kids. They're so cute. He sets out the Sonic Colonic Occilator, the Hypno-Duadnum Spreader, the Anal Retinal Scanner (Thats for really, really bad cases of Glaucoma). "Get him ready and put him on the bed. I'm about to engage the sanitation field. Then maybe I'll reroute the warp coils to create a positronic field that will collapse the Jeffries tube, creating an inversion of the matrix polarity, resulting in a new universe being born. And us growing goatees."

Orpheus cranes his head to look at Slinger as he steps in.. There is obvious worry on the boys face. It was hard for him not to worry, even if just a little bit.. But he puts on his tough boy face for Slinger. "M'not afraid," he says, half-truthfully. "After this is done, I'm ganna run laps around the Free Trade Zone border," he says whistfully.. The kiss though.. that makes him blush thoroughly.. Surprised, pleasant as it was.. still surprised.. He returns what of the kiss he can. 'Course, blushing is the cause of increased blood flow to the head and the rest of your body.. which means Orpheus' heart is now pumping overtime, feeding all the blood vessels in his body thoroughly .. Naturally, this only makes the device in his heart get that much irritated and finicky. Not to mention it makes him REALLY need something to cover himself with now.
Nice job Slingy! Way to make things easier on Orph! At least he can rest on a dream now.
Wait what? Goatees? SWEET! Orpheus never was able to grow body hair!

Oh yeah and when did Slinger learn spanish? "S-Slinger .. Cuanto tiempo, sabia usted?" (How long have you known Spanish)? He's clearly confused at that.

Johny doesn't bother popping Slingers bubble, smirking slightly as he waits for the kid to fall asleep.

Slinger can't help but laugh softly at Johny's comment. "You've been watching way too many old two-D's," he points out. But he does stay back out of the way when you mention the field, assuming he needs to be clear of the field when it engages. The question from his young companion draws a small smile. "Learned it over the last few days, when you crashed out early. I learn fast," the youth admits, with a warm smile. "Figured… I ought to know it, so I can understand your cursing." This in Spanish as well. He releases the other boy's hand only reluctantly, then dons the gloves once again, making sure he's still sanitary. Never a bad thing at all. "All right. I'm ready. Just know I've never done this before, so you gotta tell me exactly what to do," the youth comments. Maybe he should wait to admit this until /after/ Orpheus is knocked out.

Now that the drugs are administer.. Orpheus quickly begins to nod off.. "That's sweet.." he mummbles quietly to SLinger… Then his mind swims happily.. He mumbles one last thing before crashing out, touching on a random subject that floats into his head.. "M'not… a kid…" and he's completely out now. No going back now people. Put your doctor faces on(or failing that, your street doc faces.. Failing that your chipjacked faces).

Johny nods to Slinger. "Your basicaly going to be handing me shit." He says, engaging the field. When Orpheus is out, he steps closer. "Kids got a bomb in his heart. I didn't want to tell him on the chance it would raise his heart rate and fuck with his blood chemistry. That does all kinds of shit to anesthesia and how quickly it wears off." He moves in, strapping Orpheus's arm in to place; he'll be going in through the arteries in the arm pit, a direct line in to the heart. "I would usually teach you here… but I just don't have the fucking time on this. Open that window over there… when this thing comes out… it may arm. We need it out of here as quickly as possible."

"Roger that," Slinger says, padding over to do just that. He slides the window open, peering outside, just to make sure of the lay of the land. "I've got a spell that can move it damned fast. Faster than I can run, anyway. Lots faster," he promises. Then he's back by Johny's side, waiting for the next instruction. "I think he figured it out, you know. You might be a good liar, but I'm a shitty one," he admits. And lets out a slow sigh, gazing at the naked body of the boy who, mere hours ago, was occupying Slinger's bed.

"its one thing to suspect." Says Sam then, pulling up the trid-HUD, giving him a three demensional overlay of Orpheus's body. "It's another thing to know for certainty. It's the difference between hearing a gunshot and having a gun point at you."

Orpheus probably prefers Slinger's bed overall.. More comfortable and used for more pleasant things. In either case, Orpheus was in the hands of Johny and Slinger now. Tread carefully! I'm just crazy enough to let Orpheus die you you botch your rolls horrendousely. I'm crazy that way. :)

"Yeah," Slinger murmurs. And he looks at the items around him, just in case he has to grab one in a hurry. Trying to make sure he knows the names. Not that he /does/ in many cases. Whatever that widget is that looks like either an obscene sex-toy or a medieval torture device, or both… what the heck is that called?

And then Surgery begins in earnest. To some degree, it's very non invasive, you know, for pulling something out of someone's heart. It's pretty Awesome, really. Sam is a machine, his mouth moving and explaining what he's doing even as he does it; How he's moving the camera through the blood vessels, how he's rerouting the blood flow from Orpheus in to a blood circulation machine, how he's temporarilly shut down the the boys heart and lungs, letting machines take care of that so he can work without the body moving… all these things, while he never stops working.

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery.":
1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP1":
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 9 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP3":
1 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 13 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 1 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP6":
1 1 1 3 3 3 3 8 8 8 16 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 2 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP10":
1 1 1 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 2 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP15":
2 2 3 4 5 5 5 8 9 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 3 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP21":
1 1 3 3 4 5 5 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 4 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP28":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Biotech (Implant Surgery) + Task Pool: 3 - 4 vs TN 10 for "Lets do some surgery. KP36":
1 1 1 2 3 3 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Medicine (Surgery) + 3 (Clinic) vs TN 10:
1 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 17 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Medicine (Surgery) + 3 (Clinic) - 1 vs TN 10 for "KP 37/45":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Medicine (Surgery) + 3 (Clinic) - 1 vs TN 10 for "KP 40/45":
1 2 3 4 5 5 5 8 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Medicine (Surgery) + 3 (Clinic) - 2 vs TN 10 for "KP 44/45":
1 1 2 3 3 3 4 9 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 4 + 7 (power focus) vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 9 17 = 8 Successes
«OOC» Johny says, "How long do I have?"
«OOC» Orpheus says, "Hmm lets see"
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 3 for "F3, +2M drain, 3M drain":
1 1 5 5 5 5 7 8 8 11 = 8 Successes

As soon as Johny indicates that the thing is out, Slinger has a spell ready, ready to grab the thing as soon as he can see it. As soon as it's clear. Sweat is beading on his forehead, and his gaze is locked on the wound in the side of his young friend. Even if it goes off… he can heal it. But not the damage to the clinic. He can't afford a beta clinic…

As Johny discovers, the thing was pretty firmly implanted into the boy's heart. It was partially organic, like any decent cyberware would be.. but this thing has obviously been here for a while as the tissue surrounding it is very well-developed. It's practically 'part' of his heart now. From Johny's experience with electronics and demolitions, he knows should he so much as think about it's mother the wrong way, it'll activate and explode in moments.
The procedure is gruelling.. not so much in it's difficulty; all you had to do was sever the tissue around the device without damaging Orpheus' heart, and catch the thing afterward to make sure it didn't dift off down his artery and blow up anyway. For that one, tentative moment, Johny has to determine the exact final point at which the tissue will be freed enough to dislodge the device, and only when it HAD, catch it with the extraction tool and yank it out.. To say the least, it was a /prescision/ surgery that only a handful of medical professionals could have pulled off without beforehand knowing the frequency or code to disarm it beforehand.
-CLICK- Beep! The thing activates as soon as Johny grabs it with the extraction tool. It rapidly begins chirping a shrill noise.. It's going to blow in seconds. As Johny rips the thing out you can't be sure how long you have, but time was absolutely critical, and theres no telling the payload of this thing.

Johny grunts quietly… "Beginning extraction now… I've separated it from its suspender.. Can't just yank this thing out… Shit shit shit shit." He says, starting to pull it as quickly as possible, without damaging the channel or losing grip on it. "Do not want, do not want… come on… just a little farther… just a little more now… aww shit… make sure the windows open…"

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Throwing Weapons + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Sure Shot Processor. Smartlink for throwing things.":
1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 = 7 Successes

Johny hurls the thing, and it hurtles out the window — and just at the top of its arc, Slinger's spell grabs it and lifts it straight upward, away from anything. Buildings, trees, anything that could be harmed by the blast radius of the thing when it goes off. It quickly is out of his line of sight, but once the magical link is established, the young elf concentrates on sending it ever upward… until the telltale sound of it going off tells him it's time to stop.

Sam doesn't stop to follow the arc after he threw the damn thing. He doesn't even REALLY turn to look where he was throwing it. He has a full 3-D map of the room in his head. He knows slinger would catch his slack if, god forbid, he missed. Instead, he's back to repair the damage done by removing it so quickly. The channel is angry, a few places where the artery (not currently in use) was ripped… a few sutchers, a few microweaves…

As both members work together to get the thing OUT of the clinic — out the window and up up and away! Moments later the telltale sound of demolitons are at work as the thing errupts into a small fireball somewhere many meters in the air. The explosion is not small.. in fact, had it been inside the clinic, the damage would have probably been extensive. It's shockwave is great enough to make the house lightly shake.. plus the thing makes quite a nice BOOM outside. So thorough is the explosion that the entire thing is pretty much disentigrated entirely mid-air. Had this thing gone off in Orpheus, he wouldn't have survived; period. No heal spell, organ transplants, or science would have spared him from the blast. Fortunately.. that ended up not being the case.
Compared to what just transpired, the following clean-up procedures are childs play.
It's now over. Orpheus is safe, as are Johny and Slinger. And the Clinic! Though you might have accidently killed a bird up there.

Fuck the wildlife. Sam's no tree huger.

Slinger is passing whatever Johny needs to him, letting him finish this part of the surgery. And only once it is finished does he take off his gloves, and gather his own energies, getting ready to send the healing touch into the beautiful boy's body beneath him. "Here goes," he murmurs quietly, not quite yet breathing a sigh of relief…

«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 6 + 7 (power focus) vs TN 8 for "Heal, F6, damage level S. TN is 7 base, +2 from body index, so TN of 9.":
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 7 9 9 10 11 11 14 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls 13 vs TN 9 for "KP 1/21":
1 1 1 1 2 4 4 4 4 5 9 10 10 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls 10 vs TN 9 for "KP 3/21":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 10 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 3 for "Force 6, (DL) draincode, 3S drain.":
1 1 2 2 2 3 4 7 9 16 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Slinger (#69) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 3:
1 2 2 3 4 5 9 11 = 5 Successes

Johny starts to withdraw his tools from Orpheus now… slowly repairing damage as much as possible on the way out so that when he floods the area with blood, blood does not flood out of the area. Hemmoraging is such a bitch.

The young mage sends his energies flowing into the warm body of his young friend, the touches gentle. And he goes all out, dumping as much of his energy into the healing as he can — and holding nothing back for himself. Orpheus is too important. And in scant seconds, before one could easily count to ten, the wounds have completely closed up, with not even a scar to note their passing. Even so, he leaves his hands on his young friend, gently stroking and murmuring quietly, before he looks up at Johny. "Is now the right time to talk about health insurance?" he asks, with a lopsided, relieved grin.

Slinger answers an incoming call on his cellular phone.

(Directed into the phone) Slinger says, "Yo!"

Johny glances to Slinger, an eyebrow raising. "Is that, perhaps, GOD, SLinger?"

(Directed into the phone) Slinger says, "Heya! Not bad. S'up? I'm a little busy, by the way."

Slinger rolls his eyes at Johny and shushes him.

Slinger also gestures to Orpheus. "How long'll he be out?"
(Directed into the phone) Slinger says, "I can talk for a few. S'up?"

Johny looks at his watch… "Another half hour. Maybe less… that took longer than I wanted."

(Directed into the phone) Slinger says, "All right. I'll drop you a line tomorrow, 'k?"

Orpheus drowses on the medbed unaware of the amazing surgery that had just taken place. Completely oblivious that his life was SO close to ending in a most horrifying way .. And what the hell at amazingly well-timed phone call of doom ever. In any case, he's obvlivious to all this. Let sleeping boys lie after all. Good work everyone! Orpheus will live to fight, love, and live another day.

Slinger snaps the phone closed, and shakes his head. "Jeez. Have fun, she says. It's a laugh a minute over here, lemme tell you," he comments with a chuckle. And then he gently strokes the other boy's shoulder, and smirks. "We got any ice for him to suck on?" he wants to know. And he reaches for his pack of cancer sticks. Right now, he needs one. Bad.

Johny gestures to a recessed fridge.. "Over there. Ice is in the top shelf." He says… "Who was that? Do you answer the phone when you're fucking, too? I mean, shit man.." He offers with a grin. "When he wakes up.. just tell him it was a tracker. No need to alarm him."

Slinger presses a button on his phone to end the call.

"When it's work related, fuckin' A," he smirks. "And the surgery part was over… all the hard stuff was, anyway." He pads over to retrieve some of the ice, leaving a trail of cigarette smoke in his wake. "I owe ya big time for this. What're you chargin' for, you know, saving his life?" he asks, with a small smile on his face. One that may disappear when the fee is mentioned.

Johny shrugs, finishing up the external sealing of the wound. Stitches are so last century; we use super-nanosealing shit now. But we still don't have transporters. Or goatees. "Learn how to tunnel. No, really. You're going to love what I've been working on.." A pause as he glances at Orph's vitals. "For the watchers."

Slinger chuckles softly. "Yeah. Someday I'm gonna be good enough to actually join," he remarks, as he stay close to Orpheus's bed, watching his vitals. He draws on his cigarette, knocks his ash off somewhere safe and relatively sanitary. Just because he's a badass addicted Shadowrunner doesn't mean he has to be a slob.

"But seriously…" He says, looking to slinger. "I don't charge my friends. It's alright. Now, you say ya love the guy… seems a little soon for that, but I've come to the conclusion that gay magi are just… faster on the draw about that kind of thing. If Kass and ally blather about their wedding one more fucking time, I'm gonna go rogue and kill everyone on Elf Eye for the Troll Guy. Every goddamn one of them."

Slinger sighs. "It's true — I do love him. Like I love you, 'cept, well, a little more attracted to him. Since I know you don't swing that way. I dunno if this is love-and-get-married love… but I know I'd be damned sad if anything happened to him." He sighs, shrugs one shoulder. "I know he's sweet as hell and hot as hell… and the feeling seems to be mutual." He flicks his gaze toward the monitors again. "I promise not to babble about a wedding. If anything silly like that happened. I always thought they were kinda silly affairs, especially for guys. I mean, who throws the bouquet? I hate flowers, anyway," he smirks.

Johny chuckles. "I hear you. Weddings are just ritual. Ritual is impotant… it binds the person to the social compact of society in a viceral fashion. No matter what the ritual is.. it marks."

Bout now Orph wakes up.. why? Cus I said so.. He yawns, groans a bit and rubs his chest thoughtfully. "Whose gettin' married?" he asks drowsily, a bit out of it.. The meds were still makin' him woozy, but he healed recovered fast. His body was quickly pumping the drugs through and metabolizing them.
He sits up, wincing a little as he does from the effort.. Looks to either Johny and Slinger.. Looks down at his body which had no visible stiching or.. anything actually. "You guys even start yet?" he wonders.

"OH SHIT HE'S AWAKE!" Calls out sam. "Quick! Get his heart restarted! Get the anal probe out!" He pauses then, looking at Orpheus. "We're done, actually. Just fine. Get up, when yhou can… but don't rush it."

Slinger is right there, giving his young friend's hand a swift squeeze. "Hey, you. Yeah, it went just fine." He glances at Johny, and then back at Orpheus. "There's a dead bird on your conscience. We pulled the thing out, it went boom. Managed to throw it outside, and we're pretty sure it blew up a bird. I'm not kidding." For once, his face is dead serious. He glances to Johny, shakes his head. "I know, I know, but he has a right to know what the hell they had in him," he points out. Then shakes the cup of ice. "You thirsty?"

Johny just shrugs, stepping away to start to clean himself up. He's got blood all over him. Because the human body is full of it.

Orpheus' lip upturns a bit at that. Though with some very drug-induced humor to it. "Yeah yeah.." He breathes a heavy sigh, rubbing his eyes a bit and letting himself reorient a bit before trying to move move.. Course, when Slinger mentions all this.. It was FRIGHTENING as hell to know that.. but Orpheus, finding some hidden reserve of willpower and tapping his youthful energy manages a smile. "Awesome!" he says at that. "I'll run two laps around the FTZ now," he says, then accept the cup of ice from Slinger. He reaches in and pulls one out, popping it into his small mouth and sucks on it suggestively. (suggestive if you were looking for it!)
Despite his bravado.. Orpheus felt a shiver run up his spine.. A deep, hollow fear rushing in and out of him suddenly as he fully contemplates his all-too-obvious mortality and the strings of fate that leered over us all, waiting to bring us to an untimely and gruesome end.. But Orpheus had cheated that fate for now.. "I owe you both.." he adds.. Looks up at Johny a moment, "Remember what I said.. I owe you for this." He looks back at Slinger.. then goes to hug him, arms wrapping a bit weakly.

Slinger took this opportunity to put out his cigarette, though he still very much smells of it. The blood really didn't get on him — after all, he wasn't actually doing the surgery. So all he got as a few spatters from when the missile was hurled past him out the window.
He lovingly hugs the other boy, clinging tightly, and buries his head in Orpheus's shoulder, smiling. "Glad you're okay. It was… that was scary. And that thing's been in there a while. But…" He glances over his shoulder toward Johny. "Why was it in there? You said he had a few months left to live. Why would they have their own troops self-destructing?" he wants to know.

Johny answers that pretty smoothly as he washes his hands again. "In the service, he would receive regular tuneups. Keeping it secure and in place. It wouldn't be an issue. But when he runs… that tuning and knowledge is lost." He looks back to Orpheus now. "Why did you run?"

Orpheus pulls from the hug long enough to answer Johny's question. "I didn't," he explains. "They abandoned me for dead.. Turned me over, even. Betrayed me.. As I've learned, I was an unwitting pawn of theirs." He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts somewhat, voice obviously unsettled by what he was describing.

"Then they figured their little remainder would take care of the lingering issues." Says Johny, removing the gown now and putting it in the incinerator box. Half nude again, he moves for his shirt.

Slinger chuckles, but keeps one arm around his young friend. "So… anything he's not allowed to do for a while? That was some powerful mojo I dumped into him. Just don't tell me you're gonna turn into one of those doctors who's all about eating right and not smoking and shit," he teases Johny. He nods quietly, not looking at Johny's half-naked body. Wouldn't do to stare at his friend who, well, isn't interested in boys. Instead, he has a naked bronze-skinned elf to stare at instead.

Orpheus wonders at that, eyes downcast a bit.. "Perhaps so.. I do know they fucked my memory somehow.. How badly.. I'm not even entirely sure." He lays back against Slinger now, relaxing his naked self against him. Fortunately he didn't have to worry about privacy at this point.. He's been naked for the last hour and it's not really bothering him at this point.

Johny slides his tee-shirt back on. "Don't uh… well, pretty much anything I say, a boy of his age is going to ignore. So go drink beer, smoke and get your dick sucked. You may die a few days sooner than not, but you'll enjoy life more in the interim."

Slinger chuckles. "Seriously, man. Thanks again." And then he half-lifts his young friend upward. "C'mon, you. Let's get you home and get you in bed. Bet you sleep better for a change," he comments. And between the two of them, it shouldn't be too hard to get out to the SUV… and from there back to the apartment.

Johny waves off the thanks… "You guys have a good night. I'll clean up here, then head on back to what I was doing."

Orpheus raises a brow at that one. ".. In that order?" he asks wryly, squeezing out that last moment of victory humor before him and Slinger haul their sorry asses back to the apartment.. Back to where Orpheus can rest knowing he doesn't having something in his heart that's going to kill him or summon Aztlan bad guys to do horrible things to his body that.. would.. hurt. "Thanks again," Orph adds, bTW. He's thankful.. yes.

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