Travis followed Mr. Risk down the hallway until they reached a door labelled Transfer Room 1 in black lettering.
"All right, Travis. Please go ahead on in and a nurse will be in shortly to begin the exam. There should be a gown inside to change into while you are waiting." Mr. Risk spoke cheerfully while opening the door with his right hand, using his left to usher Travis inside.
The room was quite while. Inside there was a number of large electronic medical-looking devices. In the center there was two metallic exam tables with white gowns draped across. The only door was behind Travis and he heard a click as it swung shut.
With a shrug, Travis walked over to the first exam table and lifted the hospital gown. Nothing particularly remarkable.
Deciding to get this over with sooner rather than later, Travis stripped down and slipped the gown on, taking a seat on the end of the table. The took a moment to look over all of the peices of machinery arrayed in the room. There were many lights, displays, and controls. It was all rather overwhelming. As he sat and waited, he could hear some noise from the hall that seemed to be getting closer. One voice was loud and argumentative.
"I payed a great deal of money for this! I don't understand what has taken so long to get this procedeure ready! For this kind of a price one shouldn't have to wait!"
"I'm sorry, Mr Baxter." The calmer voice that Travis now recognized as Mr Risk replied gently. "It's difficult to get suitable applicants in. We are just about ready, though, so you'll only need to be patient for another hour or so at most..."
The door swung open and a nurse stepped in quickly, shutting the door quite deliberately behind her. But not before Travis saw Mr. Risk in the hall with the argumentative short older man whom he had heard, a thick gray moustache trembling with anger on his lip highlighted by the red on his cheeks that spread up and over his bald head.
"I'm sorry, Travis" The nurse spoke with a pained expression "We'll have to do this fairly quickly since Mr. Baxter is getting impatient."
She reached over to a side table and picked up a syringe.
"Just a quick little prick. We'll need to get some dye in for a body scan."
Travis looked away from the needle jabbing his arm. There was a little pressure as some fluid was pushed in, and then he felt it moving away.
"There we are." The nurse spoke almost happily now. "If you'll just lay back for me on the table for a second. Note the indent. We just need to start a scan now."
Travis glanced behind him, only now noting the imprinted outline of a person in the table behind him. He lay back. Noting a warm feeling starting to emanate from his arm.
The lights above were glaring down into Travis' eyes. Oddly, he was feeling quite relaxed, though. Maybe too relaxed. His head was starting to feel a little fuzzy and light.
"Umm... " he began, but was quickly cut off as a set of restraints actually came through new openings in the table and held his limbs in place.
"Well, that was easy." Said the nurse's voice, as if through a large distance, through the fog in Travis' head.
He heard a switch thrown and suddenly the room moved as the table moved into a more upright position, Travis still pinned to the surface. He saw the nurse head to the door and walk through. "He's ready for you now, Mr. Risk and Mr. Baxter."