As Rom sprints, you see a man with a tacky red coat laying on his stomach begin to come up. Upon closer examination you see several bullet holes on his back, why he's on his stomach. He turns his head as best he can to Rom and mutters "Hey Rom". Roms begins to sniff Zhackie and whimper, he howls out of panic and looks to you, the Foo-Dog may not be able to speak words but his message could not be clearer:[i] [u]Help him[/u][/i]

[b]stops and gets off the bike and runs over to him[/b]

"I have 1,005 credits in my pad, take me to a clinic and use them to pay for my bill" He whispers, it's all he can do at this point."I'll owe you one"