Rifling through papers, he has an unending scowl on his features. Michael didn’t understand why Grey Mann had the nerve to hire a Medic FOR them. He had it under control. But no, instead the Mann Brother walks on up to him and shoves the paperwork into his chest. And now, he had to go meet with this new Medic.
God Michael already missed Roderick.
The paperwork seemed to be train wreck. Nothing neat about it, that’s for sure. And he really wasn’t liking what he was seeing. Unauthorized surgeries, crazy experiments, and other unexplainable shit up the wazoo. Nothing like that ever happened in the Classic Base back in the day....well, except for a giant, living Venus Fly Trap.
But that story was to be saved for another day.
“Alright, let’s get this shit started.” Michael starts, strutting into the room without even knocking. “I don’t give a shit what Grey Mann said. If I don’t like you, then you’re out of here. Got that.” It’s not really a question. More of a demand really...