Hiding out

Memories come flooding back to you in a rush. Walking down a long narrow hall lit by flicking fluorescent lights. You'd had to leave your piece at the door and you felt almost naked without it.

You're a man with a target on his back You'd managed to piss off the head of the Burnetti mob and you knew it was only a matter of time before the Don's goons caught up with you. Your mom always said your wandering eye would be the **** of you it was starting to look like she might be right.

Finally, you reached the door at the end of the hall. The door opens and an old man introduces himself as Professor Hans Neudman.

The Prof explains he's developed a way to get you out of town and more importantly to make sure the Don never finds you for the right price.

Well, you couldn't say no to a pitch like that. You agreed to pay his eye-watering fee without bothering to ask too many questions. Not that you understood much of the answers to the questions you did ask. Some nonsense about neural mirroring and quantum states. In the end you agreed it would be best if he just showed you.

Next thing you knew he was strapping you into a weird contraption, something like a cross between a dentist's chair and an explosion in a hardware store, and then...

And then nothing, darkness, the void, then here.

"Oh shit," you breathe finally recognizing Professor Neudman "It was you! You did this to me. Um, what exactly did you do anyway?"