Some much needed R&R

First of all, my apologies to all my regular readers for not putting up any posts for the last few weeks. It's a little joke in the business that getting shot is the surest way to collect on the vacation days that you've got coming (especially if you get killed, in which case you'll get them all and then some!) So as I hit the floor, the first thing that went through my mind was "Boo-yeah, a little R&R". Well, that was after, "You dirty, rotten, back-stabbing she-devil..." Anyway, you get the picture. Needless to say, I took full advantage of the down-time, and didn't pick up my computer aside to look at satellite images of topless sunbathers (of course, I've got the hi-res version of this little toy, so it's a bit more titillating.)

So my time at the secret hospital was, as Zulu described, pretty freakin' awesome. Mother Mayberry and Zianthura, the two old birds that run it, know how to take care of an agent when he's in most need, and do so in the manner that we're accustomed. When you live the life, there are things you just kind of come to expect, like that when you get a new car that there will be a rocket launcher, or that a hospital will be outfitted with nurses that could have been hand-picked by Hugh Hefner himself (actually, in many cases they have been, as in a side deal Zianthura has arranged to be Hef's virility specialist in exchange for some side perks for our agents). Anyhow, the girls this time were wearing furry go-go boots and 6" mini-skirts. Let me tell you, a catheter change goes a lot easier with that kind of service.

The other cool part about the hospital is that they're totally in to healing effects of psychoactive drugs, so when you're not getting sponged down, you can be sitting around tripping out on the peyote. The other cool part about that is that they have this experimental device that can record your trips, and then you can play them back later and have a good laugh. Check this one out that I dreamt the other day.


Anyway, I'm all healed up and back on the beat. Guess I've got a few loose ends to tie up now... especially with Sierra. I definitely do not view her little story as bringing resolution to this issue. She and I are going to have words. And by words, I mean bullets... or words. Words and bullets are pretty much interchangeable in this line of work. Both can really hurt.