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So. The way I understand it, I've been out of commission a couple days thanks to some sodding bastard who decided my arm was a tea time snack. As such, I come back to find my DI in battle with something that can't possibly exist. So what I want to know is, where are those damn twins and that Goddamn Frenchie bastard? I've got some unfinished business.

And Tyler, I expect my things sooner rather than later. Get your ass moving.

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You're so thankful! You know it usually takes a lot longer to revive someone but we pulled out all the stops for you! Sam works for us now, yes~ His first assignment is coming up. And well...when people are revived, we can't out everything back the way it was exactly.

[and yeah, Gene is angry for them involving Sam, so he steps forward and grabs one -- doesn't know nor care which, really -- and yanks them close, surprised by the weight -- and the fact he can lift it easier than he remembers being able to do so] You listen here you piece of shit! Tyler is my DI and I don't remember giving him permission to work for anyone else! I'm not letting him 'work' for anyone on my behalf, are we understood? [shoves the twin away from him, glaring] So what didn't I get put back, you bleedin' bastards?

[the Twins glare and stand closer together and this time much farther from Gene] Sam agreed! A deal is a deal! And geez, we're not going to hurt him. We just want some help around the shop. He gets paid and everything. [cheeky grin] We're not slave drivers. Anyway...some of your memories might be foggy. And we kinda tweaked a few things here and there. And... [>_> not mentioning the blood]

He agreed because he's a bloody moron, you useless gits! [have a massive glare] And you could have him picking daisies in the park and I'd still call bullshit on your claim, you little shits! [sooo angry] And I remember shit just fine, Goddamnit! What the hell else did you do?

[bliiiink] You sure you remember everything? You might not notice if you forgot. And we just fiddling with your physical settings. [take out a clipboard] Standard procedure. We flushed your body of diseases - your lungs were a mess and don't get us started on the rest - and increased your natural strength, endurance, all that.

Of course I remember! I've got everything right up he -- [cuts himself off as he taps his skull, frowning, because, wait...why did he join the force again? and shit, his wife's favourite colour, what was it again? how long had he been married for, anyway?] ...you...! [aaand grabs at them again, lunging across the space between] You put me back the way I was you bleedin' bastards! I don't want your damned charity, give me my memories back! Those were my lungs, you little shits!

[eeek, pop out of reach and pop back onto the plane behind him] Trying to kill us while asking questions is counterproductive! The memories can come back! That's up to you, though. You just have to reorient yourself. And too bad. Your lungs are better now. We're not diseaseing up a new body for you.

I'm not trying to kill you you sodding little bastards. I'm trying to wring your necks! [glares] Reorient myself? And how the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? You should have just brought me back the way -- new body? What do you mean, new body?

That sounds like trying to us! [pout] Well, just...go about your life like you normally do. And maybe talk to others about your life and see if they can fill in anything or jog memories. And uhm, well. It's pretty hard to use the old body, so...

Stop moving and it won't be trying, you bleedin' faeries. [huff huff angar] I'm not gonna run around asking other people about my life, especially when they've got no reason to know a damn bit about it. Gene Hunt doesn't need help remembering his past, damnit. I don't do hand-outs. [looong breath, then snatches for one of them again] My 'old body' was just fine, you sodding freaks! So what, you're saying I'm not even me anymore? Bullshit!

[manage to avoid him this time and glare] Stop that! [cross their arms] Fine then! You figure out how to get your memories back and you can stay in that body, which, by the way, is your old body more or less so you're welcome.

I will, damnit. And I heard that! What the hell did you do to my body that you aren't telling me, you Goddamn freaks?

[both grin wickedly] We guess you'll find out soon enough~ [and drop off the plane 8D]

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