"Alright. I'll do my part but you need to do yours."

"And what is that?" Eric asked.

"You need to take care of yourself."

Eric stood and walked away from the screen. "What the hell are you talking about, Hanson? I'm fine."

"You are NOT fine. You've been up for three days. You're stressed out and you look like hell," Whitley said sternly.

"What makes you think I've been up for three days?" Eric spun around and looked curiously at the screen.

"I've got eyes everywhere."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I also know that the doctor is currently in the facility. I want her to take a look at you right now."

"Later," Eric replied. "I've got things to do."

"They can wait. See the doctor. That's an order. I'll take care of the satellites. Let the doctor take care of you." Whitley stared at Eric and asked, "Deal?"

Eric stared back for a moment, then said, "Deal."

As Eric walked toward the door, it opened and Victor stepped inside. Eric walked past him.

"I thought we were having a conference call. Where are you going?" Victor asked.

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