After Carl and the others left the hospital, they first headed to Viktor's clinic. They still couldn't quite put their minds at ease about Arasaka.
A few hours later.
"These cyberware pieces really are among the best on the market right now. Some are even internal models that corporations don't sell publicly. What exactly did you do this time? Carl lost half an arm, and then got fitted with something that doesn't even have a backdoor. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The craftsmanship on this installation is no joke."
Ripperdoc Viktor lowered the raised screen beside the operating table, marveling at Carl's new hands.
"Old Vic, haven't you seen the videos everyone's been sharing around the city these past few days?"
Jack pointed at the computer on Viktor's desk. "Search for mercenaries and ACPA, and you'll know what Carl ran into."
"ACPA? You ran into one of those things too?"
Viktor adjusted the data as he spoke. "Then you were lucky to make it back alive."
"Tell me about it."
Oliver supported himself at the waist with one hand and yawned. "For the past few days, all I've heard in my dreams is gunfire."
"Want me to prescribe you something to calm your nerves?"
"Better not. I think I'm almost getting used to it by now."
While chatting with Oliver, Viktor completed the final data calibration.
He set down the data pad and looked at Carl. "All right, you can get up now. The checkup's done. Nothing's wrong. You're healthy as can be."
"Thanks, Old Vic."
After thanking him with a smile, Carl climbed down from the operating table and invited Viktor, "Want to come over to our place tonight for dinner, a movie, and some drinks? We can celebrate making it back safe."
"Tomorrow works. I've got another patient later today,