Modified Operator

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I was in a car, a very out of control car at that. My ears were ringing and my stomach was bleeding.

"Come on dad! Wake up!"

I drifted off again. The subtle beeps of a heart monitor woke me up again. I looked over to my left and saw my daughter hugging my arm. I squeezed her hand.

"Dad?"

"Hey *cough* kiddo"

"Shhh you shouldn't be up!"

"I shouldn't be alive at this point"

I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was in a very bleak white walled room. A post it note was the only splash of color. It read: Jack when you wake up call me! -Kayla.

I grabbed my arm off of the side table. I slowly worked it on, it suddenly clicked and I could use my arm again. The doctors had never bothered to take my legs. I made sure I was wearing pants before I stood up.  I looked at the large amount of stitches on my stomach. The door slid open and Frost, Hibana and Kayla walked in.

"Jack!"

"Hey guys"

I slid a T-shirt on and hugged them all.

"So how do we get out of here?"

"Dad! Bed rest!"

"Emma, out of hospital"

"Dad"

"Emma"

"Jesus Christ you are related"

"Wow I couldn't tell!"

"Emma the sarcasm is my job"

"Sorry dad but had to take it"

Then the doctor walked in.

"Sir you're free to go due to a "request" from all of rainbow team"

"Okay then, Where do you all want to go now?"

"We have work to do Jack"

"Oh terrorist are at it again?"

"Jack, work isn't always terrorists"

"Yeah it is Hibana"

"Shut up"

I put on a jacket and opened the door.

"Oh by the way Jack Operator Kayla (Saint) reporting for duty"

I hummed before asking her a question.

"Oh okay what's your gadget?"

"It's like Pulse's but you can't move it."

"Okay"

We walked out of the hospital while still talking about gadgets and whatnot. Emma went to school again, said something about missing a week of it and many oh shits were said. Hibana was fixing her gadget and I was now doing routine maintenance on my arms in my own personal workspace. (Like in the video The scalpel and the Hammer) I had locked the cage door. I tugged on my robotic arm and it popped of with a click, the black steel had red stains on it and some rust in the joints. I sighed before putting on the table and grabbing a bucket of soapy. I washed my arm and polished the arm. The black metal shined under the harsh UV light. I stood up and changed the lights to check for bacteria or viruses on it. Instead when the blacklight came on I saw writing on the arm 32-24-90 and harder to read little numbers.

"Hey Jack we need to do some training you up for it?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out"

I made a small mental note to check into the numbers later. I stood up and walked out of the door I locked it and slid the bolt shut as extra protection. I walked out of the lockers and stood in front of Craig.

"Alright Jacky boy let's fight!"

"Yeah!"

I got into a fighting stance Craig followed suit. I raised my left arm he caught the weak swing but I followed up with a hard right hook to his gut. He groaned before trying to hit my head, I leaned back and flipped him over my shoulder. I used my elbow to jab him in the gut. He quickly yielded to me, tapping my arm. I picked him up.

"Craig you need to rely less on that gun shield and get better at close quarters. That fight didn't even last a full minute."

"Yeah I know Valk has been telling me"

"Then why don't you listen?"

"I just don't want to be weak"

"Not listening to your team makes you weaker than following advice Craig"

"Thanks Jack"

"For what saying the obvious?"

"Yeah I guess"

I laughed before heading to the dining hall.