I have my psych appointment on the 23rd of Aug at 2:00. Dr. Springer’s office is in a small group practice building in Renton (a middle class neighborhood). I need to make some preparations to try to keep my ass out of jail and alive. I grab my commlink…
“Hey Wolfe, need a bit of help to make sure Mazula’s not arrested as soon as he goes to see the shrink, can you have a watcher spirit scan the area and keep a watch on it until he get out of there? Ok, thanks.”
Its not like I’ll even know there’s a spirit there, so he may as well of said yes even if he doesn’t actually do it. Next up K-Bunny.
“Hey there K-Bunny, mind helping me out with a quick hack job? Mazula’ll pay you whatever you think is appropriate. Mazula just need some info on some security cameras of my shrink’s building and let him know if about any movement around and in the building. Specifically related to Lone Star… Yeah, ok, no problem. Thanks.”
Sounds dumb even to me to walk in the clinic unarmed, but that’s what I’m doing. I’ve already sent a message to Lone Star with the details about the map where the explosives were supposed to be planted by the Caribana group and letting them know about the quantity of C4. I’ve also taken a bit of video of myself planting some C4 around town just in case Lone Star does manage to get me.
The front door of the clinic building opens into a short hallway with what appears to be a real wood door at the end. Beyond that portal is a small waiting room with plush chairs, a variety of plants and some artwork that is far beyond Mazula’s ability to appreciate. A middle aged woman in a business suit sits near another door in the far side of the waiting area, scanning something in an AR display window.
A young blonde woman sits behind a recessed opening in the wall with a small office behind her. She smiles brightly at Mazula and checks her AR display.
“Hello, sir. I’m Julie. Nice to meet you. Please have a seat, Dr. Springer will be with you in a moment.”
Mazula’s commlink pops up windows asking for banking confirmation for the consultation fee to Dr. Springer, quering approval of release of basic personal/medical information to his clinic file and providing a summary of clinic guidelines including fees for missed appointments, confidentiality guidelines, and emergency contact information.
After a few minutes, the second door opens and a young brunette woman steps out, greets the middle aged business woman, and they both go back through the door.
Moments later, the door opens again and Dr. Springer emerges and looks at Mazula, checking his commlink.
“Mr….Colston. Please come in.”
Springer’s office is quietly appointed with dark wood paneling, several run of the mill house plants, and a large bookshelf. Two large, identical leather chairs dominate the room, with a small work desk and computer terminal in the back corner. A small table with a pitcher of water and two glasses sits between the chairs.
Dr. Springer gestures to the chairs and sits after Mazula selects the one he prefers.
“So. Where would you like to start?”
“Guess you’ve heard about some of the ummm… difficulties Mazula’s been having. Well since then, he’s either sleeping too much or having trouble sleeping. You know kind of low on motivation and depressed. Then something will happen to kick him into gear and he’s in the moment, all energy and determination. Its like a rush, you know?
Lone Star doesn’t seem to be on top of the Tempo situaion. Then the Greenwar/Caribana stuff hit the fan. Mazula and some friends put the breaks on their plan to set off some C4 all over town during the festivities. Maybe he just need a new job, maybe he has too much on his plate already, maybe he just needs to get laid. Got any advice?"
Dr. Springer looks at Mazula and replies, “But how do you feel about all that?”
“Hmm, how does Mazula feel about being depressed? Well you know kind of melancholy, sad and frustrated. You know depressed. Maybe this would work better if you avoid talking.”, I stand up.
“So. Where would you like to start?”, I say while pacing back and forth. I then head back towards the couch and sit down.
“Mazula’s starting to think that maybe he should just go out and do stuff like get laid, finally go see a Mariner’s game and start looking for some new guns.”
I stand back up and resume my pacing, “But how do you feel about all that?”
I wonder towards the couch and sit back down, “Like Mazula has a plan, ball game, steamy sex and some new weapons. What’s not to like?”
I get back up, start pacing again and glance at my commlink, “Oh, wouldn’t you know it, time’s up.”, I start heading for the door, “See ya later Doc.”
I get back to the waiting room, “Hi Julie, you want to catch the baseball game after work? Mazula knows the game will be a waste of time but we can leave early and go have some steamy sex.”
“Pardon, me ma’am”, I say as I step around the old lady sitting in the waiting room and head out the door.