l1ttle_billy | New Jersey, Thursday Late Morning/Early Afternoon

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New Jersey, Thursday Late Morning/Early Afternoon

Five police cars, one fire truck, and two ambulances arrived. Uniformed police got out of the cars and began a sweep of the immediate area. The first man out of one of the cars however, was not wearing a uniform. Well, not a police uniform at any rate.

The man in the black suit strode purposefully towards Snake-Eyes.

"What in god's name happened here? Scarlett said you and Billy were going to rescue Storm Shadow. She didn't say anything about a pitched battle in the middle of Jersey with the Dreadknocks."

Snake-Eyes could only shrug, and started signing an explanation.

[Live play of the aftermath of Billy's plot. For those who are already involved, and NFB due to distance. Small OCD ~~coming~~ is up.]

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Billy was clinging to conciuosness like a life raft. Because he was rather afraid that if he did allow himself to fall asleep, he'd never wake up.

Through the haze of pain, hurt, and blood loss, he found he recognized a few of the new arrivals.

Like the head fireman, wasting no time in organizing efforts to put out the fires. His thick Boston accent very out of place.

Or the EMT who was even now making his way towards Billy and his friends. He carried himself with all the poise and efficiency of an experienced Combat Field Medic.

"Billy!" he shouted in alarm. "What happened?"

"Is anyone else injured?" one of the others asked.

Billy was rushed to Surgery, and others who needed attention were getting it. Meanwhile, the others got to wait.

~~If you wish your character to get medical attention, especially you Liz, start a new thread with At the Hospital-(your name here) in the subject.~~

Edited 2008-01-31 21:58 (UTC)

Billy was out of surgery, and expected to survive. But it had been touch and go. Now he was getting the good drugs. He's mostly awake.

Anemone growled softly, stepping between Billy and the oncoming stranger. The sight of unknown medical personnel was raising every 'flee' instinct she had, but her conditioning refused to let her run from a fight. It's not that she didn't trust Snake-eyes' judgement, it's just, well, strangers.

"You are...?"

"Lifeline. Please let me by Miss." He could see she was nervous, but he didn't have time just now to calm her. From what he could see, Billy needed immediate care.

Liz was supporting her broken arm but she didn't speak up. She mostly just stared at the ground in shock over what had just happened.

One of the EMT's noticed her and hurried to her side. "Miss are you injured? Are you okay?" She seemed to be in shock.

"Next time, we come up with a better plan than 'Shoot Everything That Moves And Then Shoot It Some More'," he said, almost to himself.

John was busy looking inconspicuous as only those who have been detained several times can do.

Okay, he was running around like a mother hen making sure everyone was okay and that people were not getting hauled off into a paddy wagon.

Billy turned his head slightly. Between low energy and high morphine, it was hard to do much moving. "Huh?"

A few of the cops looked at him questioningly, but Snake-Eyes waved them off. He pointed to Billy's companions and signed to the spook, that they were the good guys.

"Jesus kid." one of the fake cops sighed. "What are you doing getting involved in this crap?"

Liz gave a soft barely audible murmur, which was the closest thing to speaking that she was capable of. It indicated that she was far from okay though.

"Next time, duck?" he said. Easier to process. "Morphine kick in yet?"

The medic got the message loud and clear. "Sit down." she urged Liz soothingly. "It's okay, it's over now." She touched the girl's hand. "May I see your arm?"

"I'm merely an innocent bystander, Officer," he said with a straight face.

Please ignore the obvious bulging of weaponry and blood on his hands.

"Sumfm like that." Billy agreed. "Thk so. Don't hurt."

Yeah, it kicked in. "Sounds like it. Get some rest, dude. I'm going to check on the others."

He was worried about Liz. And Anemone.

Liz half collapsed, half sat down. She held out her arm, wincing slightly as she did so.

She gently took Liz's arm, and probed ever so carefully with her fingers. "I'm afraid it's broken." she said calmly. "But not too badly." They'd have to do x-rays to be certain. "Do you hurt anywhere else?"

The man shrugged. He'd been vouched for by Spooky McNinja over there, and that was good enough for him. "You see where any of the bikers went?"

"Not exactly. Burnout patch says the North road there," he pointed in the general biker direction. "Be a real shame if those boys managed to pancake on a semi."

"It would for the semi." he said. "Hell of a cleanup at least." He got on the radio and called in the info.

Liz slowly shook her head. At least she didn't hurt anywhere else physically.

She only hesitated for a moment before stepping aside, still watching him carefully. The mad-scientist types didn't usually call people 'miss', at least none that she knew.

Cradling her injured wrist, Anemone moved to the other side of Billy to watch. She really hated feeling helpless.

Lifeline knelt at Billy's side, and began examining the wound. "Whoever did this field dressing probably saved his life."

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