however and seemed to have only made him a little stronger and more alert. Nothing Steve couldn’t handle though. The thick leather straps on the table were easily able to handle him. He reconnects the drip into his arm and walks to the metal locker containing the rest of the metal frame.
Individual sections for arms, legs, spine and neck sit on shelves inside. A helmet with cameras and small lights on the sides hangs on a hook inside the door. Each piece of the frame was separated but arranged in order on the racks from top to bottom. More toys from the array of weapons he had at his disposal. There were more on the island, much more than what was here, but he hadn’t gone there since he gave it to the guys. That’s what it felt like anyway, like he gave it to them.