Marco's eyes slowly opened, he was laying down on a bed facing the ceiling. He tried moving his hands, but he felt metal restraints on his wrist pinning him down. His memory was foggy, unable to remember the last thing he did before he fell asleep. He looked down at himself, completely naked. He panicked, looked around the room, it was a dark gray with rows of overhead lights, he looked up, there was a rectangular window he couldn't see through and a singular door at it's side. He tried standing, but his ankles were also held down to the bed.
"Hello?" he yelled out, his voice echoed across the room, no response. The door clicked and swung open, two men in white hazmat suits entered the room with a trolley. He looked through the door, he saw Arthur staring into the room. He had a hat on, a single light over him completely shadowed everything from his neck up. He couldn't see any details on his face other than the fact that he looked like a mix between pissed and sad.
The two men in hazmats didnt speak, their faces covered with the same reflective glass as the guard who received them. From the trolley, one of them pulled out a drill and tested it in the air, it whirred loudly for a second. About as thick as his index finger, he pressed it onto Marco's chest.
"Wait wait wait!" Marco pleaded, he couldnt think of how he ended up here. He felt the drill spin up as it pierced his skin. He yelled loudly as he thought back to the days prior.
Port Arthur was comprised of 4 main buildings. The docks on the south, academic building on the east, corporate west and receiving north. They were all L shaped, forming a rough rectangle about a mile long in the center. It was basically it's own little small town, underground railroads and golf shuttles above ground moved people from where they needed to go. The courtyard was large and spacious, almost scenic, trees dotted the place with many spaces where people could hang out, play games, and even do stuff like barbeques outside.
Marco and Darren both sat in a bench overseeing a small pond with fountains that shot water into the air from time to time. Marco sipped on a milkshake he had bought from a nearby stand, his aviator glasses reflecting the sunlight from the dark lenses. Darren leaned back on the bench, taking in the view with nothing on his hands. Darren turned to him and said;
"Physical's in two days, what are we gonna do?" He hunched over and looked at Marco from the side, the sound of the slurping of the milkshake almost distracting him. He sipped for a long time and let go with a deep sigh, he eyed the tall cup and hunched over as Darren did. "We? Or you mean Tyson?"
"Tyson being involved involves us, we are his supervisors after all." Darren replied.
Marco stood up and tossed the cup in a nearby trash can. "Let's go talk to him."
Tyson was inside his apartment in the southern building. He drank from a bottle of beer as he lazed around, watching TV. A knock at the door surprised him, he stood up and walked to look through the peephole, the two of them were standing outside. They knocked again "we can see youre there, open up." He opened the door and bowed a little as they walked in, looking around, it was well decorated with movie and anime posters. There was a large couch and two smaller ones that half circled a table which faced the screen. The table was full of empty snack backs along with bottles of liquor and beer.
Tyson paused the movie he was watching, some thriller. Marco sat down on the smaller couch while Darren sat on the same side of the bigger couch. The place was dimly lit, most of it coming from the large glass door that lead to a balcony. "What's up guys?" Tyson said as he sat on the other end of the couch.
Darren and Marco looked at each other before Marco leaned in and said, "Let's cut to the chase, you know physical is in a week, right?" Tyson nodded in return, "yeah, aptitude or whatever." Darren rubbed his chin as Marco continued, "What will they see when they look at the scans?" He took his sunglasses off as he stared at Tyson.
Tyson thought about it and swallowed hard, he leaned back on the couch thinking, "Im not sure." He thought back to what he showed Marco in the cruiser. Ripping his chest open to reveal nothing but a crimson mass. Darren leaned forward and spoke bluntly, "This is pretty much the only way you can get caught in the moment, what will you do if they do?" Tyson thought again, putting his hands over his head in an almost worried motion.
Marco picked up a bottle of liquor from the table in the center, it was high in alcohol and empty. "Tyson are you drunk right now?" He moved his mouth, his mustache moving along with it in almost a wave. "No sir," "How old is this bottle?" Tyson looked at the table. "All of these are just today sir." "How much more can you drink, kid?"
A couple of hours later, Tyson was hunched over on the couch, sipping down the last bit of a large bottle of rum. The other two stood by his side, watching down intently. Tyson burped, he turned his head slowly to them and said "I'm fi-" before bending over and hurling into a trash can they had placed in front of him. Marco looked at the table and it's surrounding, a pile of boxes and bottles bigger than Tyson himself.
"Impressive" remarked Marco as he looked at Darren, the sound of Tyson vomiting constantly interrupting him. "So what is the plan here exactly?" Darren remarked as he covered his mouth, not in disgust but in awe, "you gave him enough liquor to kill a horse, so what?" Marco looked down at Tyson, who wiped his mouth with his forearm.
"We get him so sick he CANT take his physical yet." Darren turned to Marco with a confused expression. "And how exactly is that supposed to help us? Then what? They're just gonna put off the date to a future one."
"Tyson, can you control your insides? I know you can move your cores around and whatnot, but what about everything else?" Asked Marco, Tyson threw up inside the bucket again before looking up. "Yes sir, to some extent." Marco nodded as he turned to pick up all the bottles, near the door was an instrument case in which they had brought all the alcohol in. As he picked him up, he remarked, "You're gonna have to learn to conceal your cores from scans and replicate a good Xray." Darren's jaw almost dropped as he looked at Marco, Tyson looked up in just as a confused expression.
They both waved off as Tyson closed the door behind them. They rolled the trolley as they wheeled the cart down the hallway. "Learn to conceal- for god's sake Marco what's the plan here?" The elevator door dinged as they stepped inside, the cart rattled with the sound of bottles inside. "If he can control his innards, he can control what happens in them, right?" They stepped out of the elevator, as they approached the main door, there had been a security guard swap, the new guard stepped in front of them as if to check the cart. Marco flashed his badge, "Cruiser inventory sir." the security guard scoffed and walked back to his post, they were at far too high of a standing for him to be checking.
The sun beamed overhead, Marco put on his sunglasses again and turned to Darren, grabbing him by the shoulder and speaking, "Marco had cancer treatment before going to the void." He walked away, wheeling the cart around the building. Darren stood in front with a frowned face, not from the sun, but from the utter confusion.