He was sitting in the corner, facing away from everyone when they entered. Three punks decided it would be a good idea to rob a Burger King while the Doc was enjoying his lunch. Sylus was just taking a bite of a double whopper with jalapenos when he heard the distinct sound of a shotgun, most definately a pump action.

In an attempt to sedate his excitement Sylus puts his double whopper with jalapenos gently down, intent on saving it for later, and raises his surgical mask to his face. A small band wraps around each ear, holding the white cloth-like material against his face. His eyes turn slowly to the right, followed by his head and finally his body. He stands to face the desperate men with his mint green surgical scrubs still stained with constellations of red dots. His bare feet are now dry, but they still leave a slightly pink aura wherever he steps.

He slowly joins the men at the front counter where he finds himself with a dilemma, use one of his trusty scalpels of which he has several or use one of the two flash bangs previously snatched from his fun in the cubicles of doom.

In a flash he decides on both. He pulls a scalpel from his breast pocket and flicks the plastic cover off with his thumb. His left arm sends the scalpel into a man's left kidney. The man screams in pain as Dr. Feelgood draws the blade across the man's lower back in an S and connects the two kidneys.

Without slowing his walk he continues moving forward where he pulls one of the two flash bangs from his right pocket and smashes it into the now serveying man's face. It connects with the cheek and releases a series of cracks as it punches several fractures into the maxilla and zygomatic bones. At this point the scalpel has been withdrawn from the now dying thug and swings forward into the abdomen of the second man. It lodges itself deep within the intestines where Sylus turns it sideways and rips it from the man forcefully, leaving a gaping and blood gushing wound. Dr. Sylus then places his scalpel into the pin and yanks the pin free, flipping the lever off with his right thumb. He drives the flashbang into the vacant cavity where a digestive track used to be. With both men crying in pain the third gunmen looks into the eyes of Dr. Sylus and immediately runs for the closest exit. He stumbles on his own clumsy feet as he falls through the door and a muffled bang forces the second man to fall over. The two men in lateral recumbancy lay in pools of their combined blood as the surgical mask flexes out and bows in with Sylus' breathing.

Dr. Feelgood bends down and picks up the 12 gauge Remington 870. He drops the scalpel and checks the parkerized metal tube of death for ammo. Eight. He looks around and counts the employees and customers. Eight. It was just meant to be. He moves his right hand down to the satin wood and pumps a shell into the chamber with his left.

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Thanks to Genkai for the Sig