I wake up on a bed in a room I don't recognize. I feel for my gun and find it missing.
"I took it. Your gun I mean. I had to take precautions. I've had dangerous people here before, but none of your caliber. You understand." Said a voice by my bed. I look over and see a man in a lab coat sitting next to me in a chair.
"Give it back to me." I said.
"No. I'll give it back before you leave, but until then, I'm keeping it." He injected me with a clear serum and I passed out.
When I woke up again the doctor was gone. I sat up and looked around the room. Small, clean, and empty except for some medicinal supplies. From the looks of it, probably underground. I get up and walk to the tray holding his tools and take the scalpel. I walk up the stairs to the door and walk out into a kitchen.
The doctor is eating at the small table. "You're awake? That should have put you under for at least another hour. You need the rest."
"I'm not tired." I respond. I sit down at the table.
"Well if you won't go back to sleep, you should eat. You must be starving."
I nod and he makes another bowl of oats for me. "Thank you."
"So... are you really... Zen? As in the Zen? I thought you were just a myth."
I look at him over my bowl. "Yes. I am."
"Holy shit." He responds.
Then I notice the little boy spying on us from behind the door leading outside.
I get up and quietly walk to the door, keeping out of the little boys sight. I open the door and catch him as he falls into the room. And place the scalpel to the boy's throat.
"Simon! What are you doing here? And whoa. What do you think you're doing?! He's just a little boy!"
"So what? He's going to tell the rest of the village I'm here. I can't allow that. He has to die."
"No! Would you really take a life just like that?"
I stare at him for a hard moment.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. Let Simon go. He won't tell anyone. Right?"
"Y-Y-Yeah! I won't tell anyone! I promise!" Simon says franticly.
After a moment "Fine." I drop the boy and walk back to my food, handing the doctor the scalpel on the way there.
"Thank you." The doctor says with a sigh of relief. "Simon, what are you doing here?"
"I fell and scraped my knee up. Mama said I should come to you to get it checked out. So it doesn't get infected."
"Hmm... okay. Let me see." He responded. After a few seconds of examination he walked over to a shelf and pulled down a small spray bottle.
"Ow!" the boy yelled as the doctor sprayed his scrape with the contents of the bottle. He then cleaned it off with a wet rag and sprayed it again.
"That should be good. Off you go."
"What? No bandage or anything? Just a spray and go?"
"Bandages are expensive. You know that."
"But you gave him a whole bunch of them!" Simon yelled, pointing at me. "That's not fair!"
"That's different." The doctor retorted. "He needs them. You don't."
"You're just selfish! You'd rather help criminals than us! And it's because that's what your sister is huh? She's a bad guy and that's why you help other bad people!"
