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Heimdall	Feb 25 2009, 03:54 PM
Forum Regular Posts: 106 Group: V.I.P Member Member #169 Joined: October 15, 2008	October 30, 2004 (my bad on the bad dates before) Day 39-1 “What do you mean my insurance card is no good?” Ben asked incredulously to the lady at the checkout desk. “I’m sorry, sir, but it appears that someone in administration revoked your coverage.” “I work for the company!” Ben insisted. “I’m sorry,” the pretty blond girl said. “This says you’ve been fired.” Damn Goodwin. “Fine, I can pay cash. But I want a copy of those films immediately.” “Very well sir,” she bristled back. Then, with a streak of defiance, she said, “That will be 970.76 pounds.” Ben sighed. She was giving him the standard rate, not the discounted government rate. If it wasn’t Widmore’s money, Ben would fight it. But as a wise economist once said, people are seldom as careful with other people’s money as they are with their own. Ben handed her the credit card, secretly gleeful at spending Widmore’s money. The young woman went into the back and handed Ben the MRI films. “There’s a disc inside as well.” Ben simply nodded to her and walked out of the Mittelos Radiology Center. “Hello, Benjamin,” Eloise Hawking said to him. “Hello, Eloise,” Ben drawled back. “Do you have the films?” “I do,” he said, holding them up to the light for her. Eloise did not touch them herself. “Show me the other ones, the laterals, I mean, the side views.” Ben complied, fumbling through the multiple large films. “I have them on disc as well. Do you want me to send them to you?” “No, this is fine. Actually, yes. I am limited in this capacity somewhat,” she confided. “Do you see there?” she asked, pointing at the right frontal part of his brain. There was a circle there in the middle of his brain. It was about a centimeter wide, and it was surrounded by a dark black line that gave the impression it was eating the surrounding tissue. “Is that what I think it is?” “It is,” she said simply. “Notice how on the other view, though, it is smaller.” “Why is that?” “The magnetism. It either enhances the lesion, or limits it. My guess is that the second picture was taken second, and the tumor shrunk after being exposed to that much concentrated magnetism.” Tumor. She said it. Ben shook his head slowly. He was off the island for three days and he already had a brain tumor. “I need to get back to the island then.” “I agree. As soon as possible, Benjamin. This kind of tumor grows quickly. And damage to the brain is often irreparable.” Ben sighed. “Very well. My daughter is in San Diego with Karl Arzt and a few others. They are performing a mission for me. Can you check in on them?” Mrs. Hawking looked pale. “They are in danger then.” “Why is that?” Ben asked. “There is an agent of the Bekowr here. He has been trying to find me and the lab for quite some time.” “The Bekowr? I thought they were all dead.” “They are,” Eloise said succinctly. “That’s never stopped them before.” “He must not find you. If he does, everything may be lost.” “What about your daughter? And Mr. Arzt?” “The Bekowr is not known for senseless murder, at least. They only want information. And neither Karl nor my daughter have any. It is my suspicion that they will be left alone.” “Unless they the children are to be used as hostages.” “If they advance things to that level, then heaven help them.” “They don’t need heaven’s help,” Eloise said. “They’re already dead,” she said as her presence faded away and Ben was left alone in the room with his MRI films.


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