[color=ed1c24][b]Ace Makovich – Salem[/b][/color]

The doctor asked Ace to have a seat as he put on a new pair of rubber gloves. Ace found that strange, as it was rare for a wasteland doctors to take time to do such a thing. However, Ace disregarded it, and was happy to be before a doctor concerned with hygiene. 

The doctor then spent the next hour or so cleaning and dressing Ace's head wound, and wrapping it in a clean bandage. He then checked Ace’s coordination by having him walk in a straight line and had him repeat tongue twisters. He also, checked his sensitivity to light by flashing a light on his eyes. 

Next, the doctor had Ace remove his shirt and thoroughly checked him out for other injuries. It had been a long time since Ace had had a proper physical. Last time was in Hidden Valley after the Brotherhood had been routed from Helios One. As he was reminiscing about his former life, he noticed the doctor become fixated on his left arm. A chill ran down his spine, he had forgotten of the tattoo he had gotten when he finished his training as a young man. 

The doctor was finished examining him, and Ace quickly began to put on his shirt. He was too worried about the tattoo to notice or pay attention to what the doctor had said. Ace walked backwards to the stairs as he attempted to list to the doctor. 
  
Ace clasped his hands and nodded, “Well doc, its been a pleasure. Please come down to the diner when you get a chance so I can pay for your services and offer you a free meal.” 

Ace turned around and headed down. He had always kept his background secret, not even Barney knew of it. The Easter Brotherhood had done an awful job making friends in the commonwealth, and most wastelanders wouldn’t be able to comprehend that he once belonged to a different faction.  

He lit a cigarette and headed for the diner. He unlocked the door, and headed for the cellar and brought some of the meat upstairs to the prep area. He then went p the main switch and turned on all the lights and the jukebox playing Diamond City radio.

He finished smoking and started prepping the food. As he was paring some of the radstag meat, Barney came into the diner and took a seat on stool at the counter. “About time you opened up. Damn place is more often closed than opened,” Barney grumbled as he lit his pipe. Ace rolled his eyes and got back to work.