Day 50: Intercom, Evening

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As expected, after the allotted amount of time had passed, the nurses started to move through the waiting rooms to inform the visitors that it was time for them to leave, whereas in the Sun Room King Kong was turned off and the staff quickly sprung to action to put the equipment away.

Meanwhile, the sound of intercom turning on cut into the hustle and bustle, but it was Lydia's voice which came through. "Mr. Landel is taking a quick nap," was all she said by way of explanation, as she seemed to be beyond making lengthy excuses for the man. "Nurses, once the visitors have said their goodbyes, escort the patients back to their rooms for dinner. Tonight there is steak and fries on the menu, with a slice of cheesecake for dessert and vegetarian options if requested.

"Enjoy your food and have a good sleep." Keeping it short, the intercom then turned off.

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Re: M55

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"Well, I'll be sure to keep an ear out for any information about the scrapyard or Tiphares or whatever it's called," Bucciarati said, putting a french fry in his mouth, "I'm sure you'd do the same for me, and besides, two people looking for something have a much better chance of finding it than one person."

Hearing Sechs talk about where he was from couldn't help but cause Bucciarati to think about his own past. Bucciarati hadn't exactly been lying when he had said that he was a fisherman. Whenever someone outside of the mafia asked him what he did for a living, that's what he said, and fishing had always been dear to Bucciarati. It reminded him of the blissful days of his childhood and afforded him a rare moment of peace and tranquility in the otherwise tumultuous life that a career in Passione entailed.

How would Bucciarati be able to explain his career to Sechs? There was no doubt that he would eventually discover what Bucciarati actually did. Even the best kept secrets eventually weaseled their way into the public eye. the only question was when would this particular fact be revealed? If Bucciarati was going to pretend to be "Michelangelo," he would have to come up with an entirely new past as well. Having a stand didn't make this any easier, but Bucciarati was sure that he would find a way.

Bucciarati's thinking was interrupted by Sechs' question. If only his father had been able to retire.

"He didn't retire. He was killed by the mafia." Bucciarati said quietly, cutting a piece of steak, "I'd prefer not to talk about it."

Re: M55

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Blinking, Sechs' chewing came to a complete stop. Geeze, nice going there Sechs! Giving condolences wasn't something he was used to doing; the deaths of others didn't matter much to him -- at least that was until he ended up in the institute...

"Oh...! Um..." Disgruntled and somewhat abashed, he slowly gulped down his food, keeping his eyes away from Mike until he managed to quietly grumble, "Uh... Sorry..."

So this guy's father was killed by some mafia, huh? It somewhat reminded him of that shrewd businessman Vector back in the Scrapyard. A broker of illegal body parts, Vector had ties with Tiphares for his shipments of stolen human organs, and he was one hell of a powerful guy. Not many people dared to screw with him...

Sechs began tearing away at the last piece of steak. Unable to stand the awkward silence that followed his (admittedly stupid) question, Sechs scrambled to come up with an unrelated and hopefully better topic. "So um, was there anything else you did besides fishing?" he asked, "Are you a fighter by any chance?"