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Then the craziest thing happened. A golden retriever walked up to me with a stick. He put it in my lap and I faded out in a blinding white light. I woke up with my arm bandaged in a brightly lit, but eerily silent room. I try to move my arm. "Shit." I reach over with my other arm and push the button to tilt up the powered gurney. "The fuck..." as I sit up and look more closely, my arm has actually been converted into a fully mechanical cyborg arm with what appears to be a modified belt fed StG 44 mounted to it and loosely wrapped in bandages. As I wince in pain, the door flies open. Two thugs dressed in black barge in holding a scruffy doctor by the collar. One points his pistol at me. "There's that motherf--" an eruption of gunfire occurs. I look to my left and there's a smoking hole in bed pillow behind me.

After the smoke clears all three men lay on the ground. I drag myself out of bed and kneel at the doctors side. He has a wound in his abdomen. "Your friend.. they have him.... And his family" he says with some effort. "Where?" I demand. He points to one of the slain thugs. A phone protruded from his hip pocket. I unlock it with his thumb print. GPS coordinates. I stand up, the sound of spent shells rolling on the ground and my new arm whirring. Looking at it, I know what I must do now. I pick up the ammo bag next to the bed and sling it over my shoulder and walk out the door.