
Hana appeared suddenly before Zane, pixelation sharpening to a crystal clear image. It looked like a real person was standing before him. "Mark, it's been 4 days since you last moved is everything alright?" She asked showing genuine concern for him.

Zane opened his eyes. He was hooked to a chair. Wires, tubes and other stuff hooked to his back into random ports. They kept him alive, healthy, and updated his memory on recent events. His mind was always surfing the net. The thing in front of her was almost more machine then man. He stretched his arms out to the side, "Yes, I am alright, I appreciate your concern." He said laying his hands back down to a resting position.

Hana didn't looked to satisfied. "Well, I'm beginning to worry Mark, I've put your ID back on the Bounty Hunter list. Soon, we will be getting orders in again. I suggest you ready that body for movement." She said putting a hand up to her hair playing with a random strand.

Zane nodded, "Very well, I have rested long enough." He said and at the end of the sentence steam shot out of either sides of the chair as tubes became unhooking. Hana came over and helped them unhook, wires coming out of holes in his arms. He got up, more wires coming out of his back and spine. He stood for the first time in four days, his joints creaked and whined, high pitch noises coming from the metal against metal bones. He stretched hard, the metal tendons creaking. "Well lets get to it." He said.
(Waiting for bounty contact.)