After weeks of researching a variety of locations and intensive interviewing, I finally decided to accept the position as medical supervisor here at the secret bunker. Though, now that I've arrived and gotten my first look at the facilities, I have begun to think that Iron John exaggerated ever-so-slightly in his description.
Either that, or "The latest in medical equipment and technology" doesn't mean what he thinks it does. Alas, it is too late to return home as the house has already been sold and the cross country train tickets were one way only.
The lab is a mess and covered in what appears to be a combination of badger hair and human growth hormone. There are broken test tubes everywhere, stains on the walls, and a generous coating of dust over everything. Clearly there is much cleaning to be done before I can even begin my real work.
Evie has already put on an apron and pulled out a pair of yellow rubber gloves. The way she cleans a microscope reminds me why I fell in love with her mother. She seems determined to make a home here, brave soul. Ah, what would I do without her?
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Bear in mind, Dr. Judgemental, that there are scores of legitimate doctors who would sacrifice their own children for an opportunity to work for me. I didn't make you do that, so count your lucky stars. So if you want to ever see your wife alive again, and in one piece, you'll change that attitude post haste.
I meant no disrespect, I assure you. Evie and I are settling in quite nicely and I'm sure repairs to the lab and medical offices will proceed with all haste.
Wait, does that mean you've seen wife? The last I knew of her, she was in the Alps with that accursed do-gooder, The Amazing Steve.
If you seen her/have her captive, tell her I still love her and I forgive her.
Yeah, don't worry about Amazing Steve. He's, as one might say, not so amazing anymore. ;)
But seriously, you're still in danger of never seeing your wife again.
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