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down at his hands on the covers Brian asked for some time to think about it, knowing that there wasn't a real choice. He suffered and tried or other people died because he didn't. What else could he do really? He just wanted to take a little time to mourn for his life, as stupid as that sounded. No matter what, he was functionally dead.
    Brian had to accept that.
    They left, saying they'd be back in a few hours. He nodded and tried to give them a smile, which made the doctor wince. She obviously got some of what would be going on in his head. Of course, she also knew that he didn't have a choice in this, Lancaster had to know too, working with people like him all the time. He'd try to save people if he could. It was his thing, his "first mode" the agent had called it.
    Brian didn't cry, having lost all his tears days ago. In its own way, the beatings and pain the police had put him through were kind of a blessing, weren't they? He'd already known and accepted he'd die. Going back to the idea felt a lot easier now than it had the first time.
    Brian just sat with the idea. He was dead. Nothing would change that. He couldn't run from it and no one in the world could bail him out. But he had a chance to make his death mean something, which was a lot more than most people got. Wasn't it?
    Yeah, it really was. What was he doing with his life anyway? Eating himself to death?
    Brian tried to let everything go then. The old life, his hopes of finding love, or at least a woman that would sleep with him before he died, the dreams of making something of himself, which probably wouldn't have happened anyway.
    Let it all go, he told himself.
    Dreams like that were for the living. A strange feeling came over him, a feeling of peace, like nothing could touch him now. Not really. He could be hurt, or humiliated or even fail, but it didn't matter. Not now.
    Lancaster came back into the room first, carrying some clothes for Brian, which he got into without needing any real help, his ribs ached, but it was a dull pain, nothing had shattered there, just cracked, so they were mainly healed he'd been told. Or at least would be in about six weeks. The bruising had faded a lot too. It still hurt when he tried to put on the light blue t-shirt that said IPB on the front, but he did it without complaining. The sweat pants, a dark blue, fit easily. He didn't have underwear, but decided not to worry about it. That kind of thing didn't matter now, right?
    A pair of white socks finished the look, with some running shoes, probably Lancaster's own, they looked and felt well worn and were at least five sizes too big for his feet, looking a little like clown shoes. Brian smiled down at them.
    He waited for Tull to come in before he said anything about what he wanted to do, no need to repeat it twice.
    He spread his arms, his hands just hanging, half closed still, "Right. Obviously I'm going to try and help people. You both know that already... I don't know what I'm supposed to do next. Are you two going to train me? Do I stay in the hospital or something? I... don't think Doug, my roommate, is going to want me to come back now and his girlfriend Carla would probably shoot me if I tried. If she can get a gun, which, if we have any say in, we should prevent. She really hates Infected people..."
    Lancaster shook his head and smiled, clapping Brian on the shoulder, "No, there's a whole facility for this kind of thing. You'll see the Doc here sometimes, once a week probably, because you're going to need to have your head shrunk. Don't take it personally, everyone has to see someone in this branch, at least part of the time. The team you're on has a trainer and a couple of assistants that will be in charge of making sure you learn what you need. Hard core athletes and hard cases that won't put up with any pansy crap and special forces guys for weapons and combat training. Don't worry, we'll get you ready." The man squared his shoulders and grinned.
    "Some of the