LOS ANGELES—PHOENIX REVIVE LABS
Dr. Jackson Fredricks looked up from his desk as two holoimages appeared in his office. Thorpe appeared seated in an easy-chair, and mustachioed Braxton was standing leaning comfortably against a counter.
“Gentlemen,” Fredricks said reflexively.
Both of the holoimages were dressed casually, but one seemed to have a red aura, whereas the other was more blue. “Thorpe,” Fredricks said, nodding to the sitting image. “Braxton,” he said, nodding to the one with the mustache. They could be twins, he thought. No! They’re more than that. “Thanks for the mustache and the red-blue overtones,” Fredricks said. “I’m not sure I could tell you guys part, otherwise.” Fredricks stood up. “I would offer you coffee, but…” He grinned. “What’s up?”
“We need your advice,” Thor
