Cal went into surgery quickly the doctors blocking all visitors as they peeled off his armor cut him open. Near half way through it Cal some how woke up, the anesthetic wearing off. He screamed, the shout of pain echoing out in to the halls before they managed to get him back under. His mind plagued with night mares of missions past and the Simulation debacle. At one point he even cried in his sleeps the doctors documenting how he mumbled his fellow agents names and cried in his sleep.

After hours of surgery and four more hours of bed rest Cal blinked his eyes open feeling naked without his armor he tried to look around. He hoped someone was around so he could ask how he got back first, then how the others were, and lastly if they still had his death robot... He really needed a name for it.