After sleeping through much of the previous day, the party members are up bright and early. With their agendas now clear, they are free to concentrate on shopping and all their other business that they travelled halfway across a subsector to do.
Max’s job for the day is to get the best price he can for the Princess’s air/raft. Arvor is going to call around grav/vehicle customizers to order a grav/van which meets all their needs. Will investigates cybernetic companies to find one with a good reputation which can see both him and Max as soon as possible.
By mid-afternoon, Arvor has located a company that can customize a van exactly how they would like for Cr. 786,850. Delivery should be in two to three weeks. Arvor takes the shuttle down to Glisten City to pay a deposit and sign the contract. Grim goes with him to check out the mechanics and engineers at the company to insure the job will be done well.
Max comes back late afternoon looking glum. “Glisten must be the worst place within two subsectors for trying to sell a Collacian air/raft,” he explains. “Glistenites think that they are primitive and it’s hard to get spare parts for them. I won’t tell you what I was offered for it because it’s an insult.”
“Better to keep it for the moment and sell it on some low-tech planet where it should fetch a much better price.”
“So we might as well divvy up the cash right now if we’re keeping it for the moment. Right, so after payment for the Grav APC and Will’s Medikit that leaves Cr. 2,520,658. I was hoping that we would leave MCr. 1.5 in the kitty, but there’s not enough now. Hopefully a mill should be enough to get us through though. I won’t be spending all my personal cash anyway so can lend the trading fund some cash later if needs be.”
He divides out the cash. “So that’s Cr 100k each per share.”
“I called the local branch of New You,” Will says. “They can see us later this evening for a Pre-Med where they will tell us how long it should take both of us to recover. They can fit Renee with a new leg at the same time.”
“What about you, Jie?” Will asks. “Are you joining us?”
Jie looks uncertain. “Well I guess it won’t hurt just to meet with him.”
Will resuscitates Renee but, not really wanting to go into lengthy explanations right now as to where she is, who they are and why one of her limbs has gone missing, he gives her a shot of medical fast to keep her knocked out a while longer. Will, Max and Jie head down to see the Head Surgeon at New You.
He examines the three of them carefully and tests them to see how dexterous they are to start with. He looks mightily underwhelmed when the results of the tests come through.
“Mr. Shaunnessy, I foresee no major problems with your upgrade. You should be fine and fully trained-up inside 28 days.”
“But, Mr. Fowler – you’re quite a heavy smoker, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Max confirms. “But what’s that got to do with anything?”
“I’m afraid you’ve got quite a bad case of lung cancer,” the doctor replies. “I highly recommend that we whip those out and give you a couple of new ones before it spreads.”
“Oh bollocks,” Max says. “I suppose you’re right. So how much more is that going to cost and how long in total before I’m all fixed up with everything?”
“Another Cr. 100k for the lungs and, in total, it will take you 49 days to be fighting fit again.”
“Awww crap,” says Max with disappointment.
He looks over at the others:
“Oh well, Glisten is a big place. I’m sure you’ll find some way of amusing yourself for three weeks while I am still recovering.”