Terminal Velocity - Day 5

I woke up with a slight headache; a strange thing, in a strange room.
In front of me was a strange man. I was lying in a strange bed.
"Mr Welks" the man said and leaned forward to look into my eyes. "Are you all right?"
"What?" I replied in a high pitched voice.
What the bob? Something odd was going on here, the last thing I could remember was a blinding white light and the peculiar sensation of feeling my body being ripped apart. Now I found myself in a strange room (I believe I mentioned that), being addressed by the name of my attempted assassin and speaking in a squeaky voice. I also had a headache, something which I hadn’t experienced in a very long time and, unusually, I felt incredibly heavy.
I eased myself up and looked down at my fat body, then back into the questioning face of the man; most notably at his white coat with the company logo above the pocket.
Gratackan.
Mr Welks?
I tried to think of something witty or amusing to say, but I couldn't so I settled for
"Eh?"
"Mr Welks, we found you in the wreckage - or rather we found a burnt corpse. The brain was preserved inside a Gratackan survival unit, it was badly charred with the ID unrecognisable, we had to assume it was you."
"Any others?" What I wanted to know was whether Welks was dead was he being revived also?
"One of the others also had their brain in a unit. It had been destroyed in the explosion. No doubt an inferior model."
"Mmmph" I almost smiled at that. I'd had my unit encased in Raddlers shielding, which must have burnt off and that Raddlers was tough stuff. That must have been some bomb!
"How's the shop?"
"A two mile crater now exists where it has been"
Shit! When Welks set out to blow someone up he certainly gave it his best shot.