Log of the HIMA Tesla
Monday, February 15
Forenoon Watch: Five Bells
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“Er ...” The man rubbed his head as if it pained him. His Efingers moved around from his forehead to the side, causing him to wince. “Sins of the saints—that’s a hell of a goose egg.”
“You’re injured? We didn’t see any signs of that. Allow me to look,” I said, cautiously moving around to his side. I held the Disruptor firmly in case he was attempting to fool me, but he made no move other than to duck his head when I gently parted his hair.
“Careful. I don’t know what happened to me, but it hurts like hell.”
I sought, and found, the source of the pain—a lump on the side of his head the size and approximate shape of a quail’s egg.
“What’s the fancy dress about? Ow! That hurt!”
“I’m sorry.” I stopped gently
