When Samson finally found Sam Richter, the Corporal was sittin on the ground near the front door to the barracks, drafting a 'request-for-transfer' letter.  When he saw Samson approach, Sam put the pencil and paper down, and looke dup at his boss.<br/><br/>"I'll probably get the use of this eye back...  that's what the doc says."  Sam said, quietly.  "It'll take a while, though.  I know our suits can accmodate someone with this issue, but the thing is, I'm pretty sure you  don't want a one-eyed gimp on your team."<br/><br/>Sam's expression wasn't so much of anger or hardness, now.  What was visible of him was showing true fear, and nothing else.<br/><br/>"The doc said he did what he could, but there'll probably be some scarring."  Sam continued.  "Thing is...   I'll probably be pretty hideous, now."