Re: It\'s a psychiatrist thing

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Four security guards pounding down a hall looking for Cerebrum. A man
stepped in front of them, pointed and said. "I think I sam him going
that way."
The security guards turned and pounded off in the direction indicated.
"That was a close one," Cerebrum muttered, adjusting his nose glasses.
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"Stop of trouble." Asking behind Cereburm in a cold tone that was
more a statement then a question.
Cereburm turned to see Cain standing in the middle of the corridor
with his arms held behind his back.
"Like I said before," Cain began to explain, "the offer still
stands. Work for my department and no one will be able to touch you."