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In the basement of an unassuming building, at the end of a long whitewashed hall with rust stains on the ceiling, the criminal Underground does its business with the dead. It's tucked away, like most of the Underground's facilities, where people won't see. Bodies are brought in regularly, usually to be cut up, diced, dumped or burned. But one body isn't like the rest.

He was in his late thirties, but his hair was already gray. His clothes are foreign, and very nice. He was in excellent health, that is until someone put three holes in his chest. Now he's not doing so good. It's been almost 45 minutes since he started to cool to room temperature, and he's almost there. Other than that, it's been an uneventful day for him.

(( twisted ))

"You're talking to a guy who can feel people think. If we were followed, I'd have been the first to know."

Meanwhile, he starts to focus on Colon's EM field, just in case. With his senses specifically attuned Myles has an almost Zen awareness of Colon's nervous system and vital signs. If things start to get disastrous he'll know even before Colon does.

Myles asks Fritz, "You mentioned your boss had mind-control powers? I think I might have run into his people a time or two in Durem. Zapped a bunch of his henchies, my apologies if you were one of them."

Though he doesn't bear any resemblance to Aubrey, and he isn't wearing anything similar to Aubrey, he is wearing a series of trinkets that suggest he might be from the same country as Rose, Daniel, and Aubrey. But then again, Crosshaven gets a lot of visitors and tourists from that country.

There is one good thing, before he was killed, he was in perfect health, vital and strong. Other than that, the task of bringing him back to life seems utterly unrealistic.

He shoves Fritz away, feeling deeply annoyed with his presence suddenly, "I'm afraid it's not that easy." He was buying time, trying to figure out a plan, when it suddenly came to him. "Alright, I'm ready."

Removing his gloves, he lets them fall to his feet, placing one cold hand on the man's forehead, pushing his head back so that air could enter the lungs easier, and one holding his wrist, to feel for a pulse. At the instant his hand touches the icy skin; he feels his own life stir.

...
His hands fly up as though having touched a hot stove, and he places his hands onto the table edge, trying to catch his breath. "That...that...didn't go too....well." He slips down onto the floor, holding his hand up to stop anyone from saying or doing anything. "I'll try...again."

After a moment of sitting, he pushes himself back up, grabbing onto the table to support his weight. He places his hand back into their original position, gripping tight.

And then all of a sudden Myles sees it. The thing in Colon's head. The feedback loop set up by the flaw in Colon's Gift that the random fluctuation of genetics has saddled him with. The things Colon could have been capable of without it! Myles tries a resonant magnetic field to align Colon's and maybe, just maybe, compensate for the flaw a bit. He reaches out his hand and...

(( Hooboy. How to play this? I think I'll let you guys decide just how much it helps Colon, whether it just eases his pain a bit or whatever. In the meantime, I don't think something as powerful as this should go without consequences... ))

Damn! He didn't expect this! He gets locked into Colon's field, and drops to one knee with a groan as he suddenly shoulders a small part of the burden of the flaw in Colon's Gift. Electronic equipment in the room starts to malfunction slightly, metal objects rattle on the countertops, clocks and watches may stop, etc.

His fingers twitch, his eyes fly open to the whites, and his mouth opens, releasing a slightly voiced sound. Maybe it was the end of the last thing he was saying before he died. But these aren't signs of life, they are just involuntary muscle movements caused by the energy passing through his body.