The door to the inner room creaked slowly open and the Doc emerged.

"Very good Cadet." he murmured quietly, almost in a whisper. "Very good, and right on time, hehehehehehehe".

Tank supressed the urge to sneer. This lil' guy was creepy. But orders were orders.

"Now Cadet, remove your shirt and sit in the surgical chair. It seems you need a (*cough*) vitamin shot. Just a booster you understand, nothing to be alarmed about."

The only thing that could alarm Tank right now was that strange smile on the Doc's face. But he had his orders and off came the shirt.