2877/A Second Opinion

A Second Opinion
Date of Scene:	11 August 2020
Location:	A greasy spoon in Secaucus, NJ
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Doc Samson, Bruce Banner

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Doc Samson has posed:
A booth in the back of a greasy spoon in Secaucus, NJ:

Leonard Samson sits with his back to the door, hunched over, his long green hair tucked up into a cowboy hat. It doesn't quite go with his outfit--which looks more like 'business casual' for someone used to bespoke suits, a polo shirt and crisp khakis.

He glances first at his wristwatch and then turns to look over his shoulder, sighing. A waitress passes by, pausing to see if the patron needs something. Samson shakes his head. "Sorry. Just looking for someone."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Certainly not the worst place to have a meeting. Its low key enough that nobody would recognize him unless they REALLY looked and its quiet enough that nobody would get suspicious.

Running made Bruce careful, so after doing some minor scouting, he walks into the little diner. He wears a flannel shirt with baggy pants and a beat up Yankees cap. He looks around a second before he spots Samson, approaching with a careful step so as to not attract attention.

"Hi."

He takes a seat at the booth. "Sorry I'm late. Never know who's around the corner."

Doc Samson has posed:
Nodding as Bruce sits, Samson clears his throat. "Been a little while. You still ..." he pauses a moment, "... on top of things?" He tilts his head slightly to one side.

"You know, I was visited recently by an organization that had some, ah, interest in you. Said that you were off the grid. I hope you'll trust that I didn't try to help them locate you." Samson exhales through his nose.

"I don't want to nudge you toward any sort of particular action in response to that statement," he adds. "But I feel compelled to mention it regardless."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce gives a little nod to Samson in return before he speaks. "Yeah. As best as I can, anyway. The other guy makes it hard." Bruce replies in a serious and mild-mannered tone, as he always has. Though as he's given information about thi mysterious organization, Bruce leans forward, resting his hands on the table.

"What did they want?" He asks, as if wondering if they have a use for his mind or if they intend to try and weaponize the Hulk as so many others have done in the past. "I'd rather stay out of it. I've been hunted long enough, but until I find a cure, I'm not safe." he answers Samson.

"Did they try and attack you?"

Doc Samson has posed:
The psychologist shakes his head. "No. Not at all. They came to me looking for insight into you, actually." Samson takes a sip of the water sitting in front of him. "They wanted to know why you'd decided to go into hiding ... and, of course, how to track you."

He rubs the underside of his chin. "I offered some general information about what your motives likely were, but I don't think they understood--or were interested in understanding. Although," Samson adds, "speaking of which ..."

Samson clears his throat. "There's a patient that I'm concerned about. I've been unable to reach him, and I worry that he's gone missing in pursuit of a disturbing goal. He wants to become a Hulk and take out his anger on the world."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce tilts his head. "Why would they want to know 'why' I went into hiding? Isn't it obvious that its-" Banner takes a moment to breathe, a moment of frustration flashing by in the blink of an eye before he takes a deep breath.

"Well, thank you for just keeping it light about my whereabouts and information. I attempted to...well, find a very radical cure. Thankfully, I was talked out of it -- the chances of it killing me or making my condition worse were high. I'm happy I had friends to talk me out of it."

When Samson mentions he has a patient he's concerned about, Bruce narrows his eyes. "He what?" there's no anger, but rather genuine curiosity. "Its a curse of strength, not a gift."