Excerpt from Officer Venski’s Report: June 2019
A helicopter embellished with the giant White Cross customary to London Medical arrived just in time. The Jackals and CDA had just gotten over a bloodbath in the underground subway, and the Dirty Bomb incident had enough victims to keep the world’s doctors and scientists busy for decades. Several CDA officers and a few grunts rushed to the helicopter. Me? I wasn’t too eager to help unload yet another helicopter, my arms were sore from holding a gun and a clipboard for so many weeks, and medical helicopters don’t carry any special weapons I could possibly have gotten anyway. Maybe that’s why he chose to talk to me instead. He made sure he wasn’t the only one looking for work…
Several men in Medical outfits poured out, but he caught my eye. The man had the look of a demon, and his instant stride was longer and much more determined than the other medics that were stretching out cramped muscles from the flight. His glare seemed to peruse the entire scene before settling on me in a wide display of irreverence. Upon looking at me, he strolled right over to me, and again I noticed something was wrong with his attire compared to the other medics. He wore a synthetic canvas-y looking poncho, and one of his legs, well, it’d been replaced by something mechanical rather than organic. It also looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and he wore gloves that reminded me of a baseball team.
“Where do I… apply?” he said in good English with a hint of Spanish dialect. His tone was complete business however, so I didn’t make a joke at it.
“If you got in through the helicopter, then you already have.” I motioned to a crate with defibrillators, and several more with medical supplies and equipment. “It’s all there if you need anything additional. You can start with the civilians in the central lobby of building 3 until supervisors can tell how good you are.”
“I think you misunderstand. See, I come from… was in the Madrid Medical Council, am good, but not here for trivial doctor equipment. I cure what Doctors call, VERY dead.” He dismisses with an arm the crates I’d just motioned to.
“Excuse me, but, you’re a medic, and dressed like one too. I don’t understand what you’re looking for.” The man’s face flickered with frustration.
“I said, where do I apply? I wish to shoot people, and I heard that vosotros necesitais… combatientes?” He seemed both upset with himself, and at me. He looked me dead in the eye. “You know, I don’t like it when people denounce my abilities.”
“I wasn’t trying to sir, but if you’re looking for contractors, the biggest company right now is MercServ. They handle freelance work. Not sure how much use a medic like you wil-” a pistol immediately found it’s way to my throat, almost from nowhere. The Medic’s arms were unfolded completely, with his other hand at his side. He held a near perfect shooter’s stance, and he nudged with just enough force to close my mouth.
“Silencio. Now.” I gulped. “Gracias.” and with that he removed the gun and turned away. I don’t know where he put it, nor do I care. All I can assure you of is that I’m sure that that man had the capabilities to take my life… and many more.
… Oh! And one more thing, he stole a Defibrillator.
Guys, more is coming, and edits will come later too. Don’t get too crazy. Viewpoints will also change.
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i like the mention of turtle being missing for over a year XD