Neon Haze: Snakes and Roses by Chris Sherrit

Author:Chris Sherrit [Sherrit, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Regaining consciousness in a blur of confusion, Dixon lunges up, pointing the mag rifle at the first figure he sees. Holding his arm as best he can, if a bit shakily, he blinks, clearing his vision, the figure reveals itself, Jimmy stands looking back with a smile of relief. Dixon lowers his arm, realising now that he also doesn’t have his mag rifle.

He looks around, lying in a bed, still wearing his boots, jeans and shirt but his jacket is gone. A throb of a headache reminds him of what transpired. He wasn’t hungover, this pain wasn’t as bad as some of the hangovers he’d had. Running his hand across his head he wonders where he is.

“Jimmy?” He asks, still looking around the dark room.

“We’re at the nearest stitcher I could find.” Jimmy rests his hands at the end of the bed. “Thought you’d lost too much of your juice to come back. You’re pretty tough to kill, you know?” Jimmy says, hiding the choked up feeling in his throat.

Dixon frowns as he squints, focussing his vision as best he can. The room is tiled like a hospital surgery, but this is too dark to be a professional environment like that. It appears clean enough, but the back of the room suggests a seedier tone. Fake body parts hang on a wall like an armoury’s selection of weapons. Posters litter the walls near the entrance to the room. Seeing the staircase through the doorway, Dixon understands fully where he is.

“A god damn stitcher, Jimmy?” Dixon flexes as he starts to lean up. Jimmy raises his arm to calm him.

“Dix, don’t get up, you’re going to want to stay lying down for a bit.” Jimmy circles around the bed, resting his hands on Dixon’s chest, halting him. “I know you don’t like these guys but the nearest hospital is twenty miles away. You’d have bled out long before we got there. Besides, this guy’s got a good range of stock.” Jimmy looks down at Dixon’s arm.

Dixon suddenly remembers losing his arm. He twitches his fingers on his left arm, they move. He can feel some adjusting movement, but it isn’t the same as he is used to. Raising his arm, his eyes widen sharply in awe. A prosthetic arm extends from the stump, partially carbon fibre, partially titanium in its core. The parts that aren’t exposed to see the inner workings, are covered by expensive looking white material. Replicating the look of muscles it is lined in blue, wrapping around the stump and up towards the elbow. Dixon notices the logo at the wrists.

“Halo” he grits his teeth, then laughs through his frustration. “Isn’t that ironic” he looks to Dixon.

“I spent a good chunk of my retirement fund on that for you. It’s top of the line” Jimmy’s face twitches nervously. “At least you don’t have a cheeky Irish girl giving you a hard time?”

“RJ?” Dixon looks back to his arm, noticing now that he doesn’t have the display staring back at him.

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