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@Profgast________
The van responded to your urge to run forwards, the gearbox dumping a gear and revving high to provide a nice kick of torque from the diesel engine.
You felt the bumpy road slip by under your wheels but you weren't surprised to see a response from your pursuers. A couple of the heat signatures stopped for a few seconds as they clambered onto blue-hued frames which suddenly flared with heat signatures of their own; given their size and shape, they could only be motorbikes of some sort.
Your options changed in a flash, it was late, you were on crap roads, didn't know the area and your pursuers were on much more nimble craft and had the upper hand on local knowledge...
They might not even be outright hostile?
@Lumen________
The three tuns was pretty busy, pre-match build up for the Man City vs Spartak Moscow in the Europa league dominated the trid as you walked in.
It smelt heavily of cigar smoke and the troll behind the bar clocked your face and pulled you a pint of ale as you walked in. They were well in with the Clerkenwells, always had been.
Paid their dues on time, every time.
<<Change of plan; Oil depot, Thunderer lane, Dagenham. Come armed and ready for a scrap. Don't be late.>>
You're in downtime now so if you wanna do any healing/prep/purchasing you've got a few hours. otherwise feel free to skip ahead.
The old oil depot was on the boundary of Clerkenwell and Maxwell territory, You'd only been there a few times and it was usually as a staging ground before something big kicked off or as a rally point after a big bust up.
You knew it was probably going to be serious so a couple hours to yourself was a good way to get in the zone.
@Zwei_____
She nodded as she left and you pushed your way through the registrars and house officers in their blues and headed to the large elevator, absent mindedly swiping the AR terminal for the neuro wards.
The sister greeted you warmly as you headed through the double doors and up to the nurses station;
Ah, we'd been wondering when you were going to arrive. We've got some good news; your mum had a really settled night and her bloods showed good signs of stabilisation this morning. The doctors are on their way down now and will start to lift the sedation. We obviously can't make any promises, but it looks good so far. If you want to head in, they'll be along shortly.
The ward was like a different place entirely in the daytime. It bustled with activity, cleaners going to and fro, nurses answering call buzzers and the background hum of trids on in patient rooms gave the place a nice atmosphere, homely almost. The sight of a pair of physios supporting an elderley looking patient in a walking harness down the corridor highlighted your concern though, just how much damage had been done?
You pushed through the door to her room and were pleased to see an auxiliary nurse bed-bathing your mum with the help of a student. They looked up sheepishly at you as you entered, hesitantly deciding whether to stay or leave them to it;
Won't be a minute love, just wanted to get her ready for her big afternoon.
The auxiliary spoke with a warm northern accent and smiled as she pulled your mother's gown back on and tucked her sheets back in around her before leading the student out. A small speaker set had been placed on her side table and played soft music.
A half smile had wrought its way onto your mum's face, crooked though it was; the right side notably lower than the left.
You had a while to "catch up" with Mum before the docs arrived and a stern looking asian bloke in clinical uniform led a gaggle of registrarsmid-level doctors into the room unannounced.
He barely nodded at you before addressing his reg's, giving them the clinical presentation of your mother before quizzing them on various aspects of their medical knowledge of her condition and proposed treatments.
The tone was officious and they showed no level of empathy for "the patient", your mum, just pure clinical fact. No names, no personal touch. She was just a bag of meat with a problem, something about their way really griped at you, infuriating you with their lack of compassion.
@Saithor___________
You take it to that.. bastard Vory {spits on the ground} cunt and you tell him no. NO. NO DEAL.
This wasn't part of the plan... it all just registered as wrong to you. Your part of the deal had been completed and it was really unlike Callie to drop you in the shit like this, well, it had never happened before anyway...
