Talon had passed out before the individual addressing his wounds could finish.  He had lost alot of blood and despite his fight or flight mechanics kicking in was not prepared for anything less than anti-grav in a sensory deprivation capsule.  During the time he was blacked out he dreamt of soft white sand beaches and a lush jungle cruise.  His dream state was awoken by a jolt to his sternum and the flash of lights until all went quiet again.  

	He squinted his eyes open to discover that he was face down on the ground and had a mouthful of dirt.  He used his one hand to push himself up to his feet and steadied himself on the disposal truck as he caught his breath.  He looked up to see the driver fumbling to open a storage compartment.  Talon tried to stumble towards the individual leaving a bloody streak on the side of the truck.  His ears still ringing he saw the storage door open.

	The driver began talking and had his hands up but for what reason Talon did not know nor could understand.  He slowly kept creeping towards the driver and began to get weaker.  He reached for his belt and keyed several buttons on it for an emergency call to his home.  He stumbled missing a step as the blood loss began to overtake him and he reached out to grab hold of the individual however he dove to the ground which put Talon on a collision course with the ground.  He landed in front of the storage door with no arm to brace himself.  The pain sent a shock through his body, but before he passed out once more he was able to see a lone figure rolling and then running away with what seemed inhuman speed.