Agent Six Fanfiction: Third Part

More, more! Sorry if this version of Six sounds a bit like cardboard.

Written by Tiny Tomo @ Agent Six of Hearts - The Fansite.

Six stepped into the Deck’s foyer. The other agents did what they always did: studied him, recognised him, then returned to their conversations. No-one seemed to notice his windblown hair, nor did they seem to notice the limp arm hanging from Six’s shoulder.
When he approached the receptionist’s desk, Grysat smiled up at him like always. Six ignored him, like always.
“Buzz me in.”
“Is your arm alright, Six? Should I get it seen to?”
“It is fine. Buzz me in.” Six kept his face emotionless.
Grysat didn’t budge. “I’ll call an expert to come down and take a look at it.”
“Don’t: I can take care of myself. Grysat, will you please buzz me in now?”
The receptionist sighed. He fiddled with a few keys on the keyboard of his computer. “You’re in.”
“Good.” Six turned and left, cape billowing in his wake.
*
Six walked into the Diamonds’ research centre and down the hall. Ace’s clinic was at the end of the hall, next to the elevator doors.
He knocked politely on the door with his good arm.
“Who is it?”
“Six.”
There was a scuffling of footsteps. The door opened.
Ace stood there in a casual pose. She rested a clipboard on one hip of her lab coat, holding the door back with the other.
“Come in,” she said. Six stepped through the door as Ace closed it.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Ace rested her chin on her hand as she thought.
“My arm-.”
Six was interrupted by Ace. “Don’t say anything. I like to figure things out myself.”
Ace gently picked up Six’s limp arm. “I guess I found it,” she said grimly.
“I tore it in a fall. I tried to grab a railing, but I was going too fast, and-.”
Ace interrupted again. “You fell off a building and tried to grab a railing. Six, there was a reason they invented parachutes.”
Six was getting a bit annoyed now. “I didn’t have a parachute, obviously. If I did, this would’ve been so much easier.”
There was a ripping of paper. Ace had torn off the top sheet on her clipboard and was scribbling on a new one.
“Well,” she said. “I suppose we’ll have to fix this arm, then.”

By the way, I don't own any of these characters. They're Jack Heath's characters, and great ones at that.