The Tribulation of John Michael SteeleChapter 24
I answered the door. Two white clad medicos stood there staring at me smiling. The one to my right was wheeling a wheeled case of some sort. “Mister Steele,” said the fellow to my left. “Yes,” I said. “We’re from GMC. Doctor Metcalf sent us. We’re here to help you with your new prosthesis,” he said. He nodded toward the case the other man had been pulling along. “Doctor Metcalf? She sent you here? I thought I was supposed to come there to do this?” I said. “Yes, well, yes, but she heard...