Chapitre 17: CHAPTER 016(May 2114)
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Within a makeshift operating room, there are two men.
One lays face down, strapped to a soft massage table, his top bare, a rectangular hole running down the middle of his entire back, spine completely removed. Looking into the exposed cavity the soft beats of his heart can be seen thumping away.
His idle snores are soft and barely audible, and he feels nothing while the doctor works.
At a small table way from the man sits Horizon, the man's spine lay on the metal table.
The five bones at the base fractured and splintered, steadily being repaired and fused together.
Unbecoming of the miraculous operation that was taking place, the room looked no different than a simple bedroom. The steady beats of the heart monitor were barely heard over Horizon's humming.
His head bobs along to the tune in his mind as he casually performs the impossible.
Horizon was wearing an outfit many would consider ill-suited to this usually bloody operation. Thankfully his Quirk allowed him to remove only the spine. A simple white suit, his body glove showing the same color, black visor with blue eyes looking down at the spine as his hands moved about.
Tweezers in one hand and a scalpel in the other, carefully binding bones and nerves back together.
Thankfully his quirk allowed harmless and painless operations.
As he finishes putting the final pieces of this bone jigsaw puzzle back together, Horizon can't help but let a few words of the tune in his head slip out.
"Best to, give me your loyalty,
'cause I'm taking the world you'll see,
they'll be calling me, calling me,
they'll be calling me royalty..."
He places a hand on the now fully reconstructed spine and focuses his energy.
"Booster Shot," he mutters. He feels his stamina drain slightly as blue energy radiates from his body and flows into the spine. The cracks and fractures on each segment perfectly heals, he hears the heart monitor spike for a moment before it becomes stable again.
As the assembly is complete a clear rectangular casing forms around the spine, appearing and feeling as if it were made of jelly.
Leaning back in his chair he carefully picks up the spine, holding it delicately with both hands and rising from his seat, walking over to his patient.
"So this is what three billion dollars can buy huh," he chuckles to himself, placing the spine back into his patient as if he were assembling a basic puzzle.
The spacial casing of the spine -the jelly-like rectangular shell- perfectly slides into the hole in his patient's back. And as the pieces fit together, a blue sheen shimmers slightly as the jelly reverts into flesh and muscle, as if the back was never tampered with.
Law shakes his head, "one day I'll figure out how exactly that works," he mutters, placing his palm flat on the man's back.
SCAN
Remaining in physical contact he focuses on the man, scanning him down to a cellular level, searching for any abnormalities.
To search for such tiny abnormalities he needs to remain in contact.
If he were simply trying to rip out someone's spine, however, once his ROOM is open he simply has to SCAN them once by making physical contact, even through clothes. Locating such a normal and massive component would be easy.
Then he could walk away while focusing on them, and when enough energy is gathered, simply touch them once more and rip it out.
Unfortunately, the process would have to restart if the room closes, needing to restart the entire surgery also wouldn't return the energy he committed to it.
After nearly five minutes of searching, he perks up.
Finding what he was looking for Law begins focusing his energy, feeling a slight strain as he tracked down all the medication in his patient.
"Mes," he commands. Raising his hand from the man's back, beneath his palm a small sphere of white clear liquid rises up, coma-inducing medication torn out of the man.
"GAH!" the man startles awake, panicking and falling off the table.
Horizon stares at him, not expecting such a lively response. The table falls over as the man scrambles to his feet, looking around with wide eyes, not able to make sense of any of this.
"Where am I?!" he demands, speaking perfect traditional Arabic.
Horizon shakes his head and turns away, not paying the quirkless man any mind and moving to pack up his medical bag. As he begins sterilizing his equipment however a loud knock sounds from the double doors.
"We're coming in, 10 seconds!" a worried voice booms out, also in perfect Arabic.
Horizon pays it no mind and continues packing his things.
By the time the doors are opened and two men with automatic rifles enter, just one step ahead from a robed elder gentleman, brown skin and a thick grey beard, head wrapped and his outfit draped in so much gold that it screamed 'Middle Eastern Royalty'.
The man and his guards all freeze at the sight of the prince, standing on his own and staring at them.
The prince asks question after question, demanding to know what was going on.
Yet his father simply walked up and embraced him, holding his son close as both guards watch in amazement.
The reunion is interrupted when Horizon zips up his bag and takes out a notepad, writing something down quickly before turning to both men.
"This is doctor Horizon," the man says to his son. "He saved your life, please give me a moment with him, your mother and sisters are waiting for you upstairs." The man looks at his son once more and pats him on the shoulder, as if to check if this was a dream.
"I- what?" the prince asks, completely confused.
His father nods and pats his shoulder, gesturing to the guards, "I will join you shortly, please, go see your mother."
A minute later and only Horizon and the Sheik are standing in the courtyard, his medical bag already at his side.
Looking out at the garden the man wasn't quite sure what to say, so he simply spoke his true thoughts.
"I had my doubts about you, at least until now..." the Sheik says.
"You threw that much money on something you had doubts about?" he joins him in speaking Arabic, although with a heavy accent, not practiced enough to completely shake off the Japanese tones.
"Money is nothing," the man says. "When I heard he was in a car accident, that he'd never wake up again much less walk, it was the one time all my money and influence meant nothing. A dynasty that has controlled this region for hundreds of years...and we couldn't do anything."
Horizon nods, "money couldn't buy time...until me."
The man chuckles, "well said. And that is exactly why when I saw a person that sold time, I jumped at the chance."
"After the first few clients, seems everyone wants more time."
"We're only human," the man shrugs. "We may be the richest and most influential people in the world, but we all want more time. Your service will always do well."
"Better than I ever thought, honestly," Horizon admits.
"Time is the only thing we couldn't buy, so you can understand that we're quite eager," the man says.
"Mhm, and this is the part where you ask me to stay here?"
The man can't help but laugh at that, "so this happens often then?"
"Every time, without fail. Everyone wants a miracle in their backyard."
"And you always refuse?"
"Always, no matter the offer."
The man raises a brow at that, "I'm willing to bet that I can beat any offer you've ever seen."
"You can, but unfortunately I have a previous contract."
"Honourable in the face of great temptation, very respectable," the man strokes his beard and nods. "My family would likely be unable to enter Japan when you settle your practice there next year, so I had to make an offer now."
"I completely understand, but unfortunately Japan has the one thing nobody else can get me, and no amount of money can replace."
"Family?"
Horizon nods.
"I see...then I wish you all the best doc--- Horizon," the man corrects himself.
"Thank you, Sheik Amir," Horizon bows slightly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've never been to Dubai before and as this is my first day, I've made reservations to quite a fine establishment for later tonight..."
---5 Minutes later...
Sitting in the back of an armored black SUV, Horizon leans back and scrolls through his phone.
'That's all the clients in this region, time for eastern Europe... and I'll even have time for the Grand Prix before going to Paris,' he muses. Glancing out the window to see the massive skyscrapers passing by as he arrives at his hotel.
Putting his phone away he exits the vehicle and walks in. The valet immediately moves to take his bag, which only had a few medical supplies within, while another leads him inside.
They instantly recognized him by his visor, as expected when you rent the top suite of their hotel for the entire week.
Checking in he takes the elevator up to his suite and dismissed the staff, telling them that he'd like to rest from his flight into the country this morning.
He ignores everything around him and simply walks to a particular window, directly across the street is another hotel, smaller and less prestigious, but it had everything he needed. Leaving his bag and everything else behind he opens up a ROOM, large enough to reach across the street and into the other hotel.
SHAMBLES
He disappears, swapping places with a napkin of all things.
He reappears in the opposite hotel, in the penthouse suite.
"Finally," he breathes a sigh of relief and removes his visor, walking around the suite to the bedroom where he changes his clothes. He packs his metal case with his Horizon gear as Law Matani comes out once more.
"Ok, a week in Dubai was fun but time to get the fuck out of here, lots of things to enjoy elsewhere..." he says.
Exiting the hotel as Law Matani, who had been staying here for the entire week. He enters a limo, so over the top that nobody would ever expect him to be the mysterious doctor who the Sheik believed to have only arrived that morning.
And who wouldn't check out of the hotel for another five days...
Perhaps paranoid, but he wouldn't take any chances with having these two people connected.
When the valet places his bags in the limo he arrives at the airport in only half an hour.
Greeted by the sight of his very own private jet. Larger than the average passenger plane as it was a double-decker, entirely refitted to be as luxurious yet functional as possible.
Painted black with gold accents, and the word 'Matani' on the side in case anyone was curious about who owned it.
Law steps out of the limo to be greeted by the flight staff at the ramp, taking a deep breath he looks around.
Limo.
Private jet.
Private hangar.
'I love being rich...'
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