First Round
He hated leaving parts of the city controlled by Slipstream, yet a patient was a patient & they all mattered in the end. Not that he thought he’d be paid for his doing here, at this raggedy old bunker that smelled of filth & death. He could only imagine how the Seeker came into ownership of it.
It didn’t matter. Neither did passing by the few occupants that occupied the bunker, movements firm & purposeful, only stopping to access the medical bay. Codes were all the same, the paranoid Seeker most likely never thought to change the ones inside, & that was fine. It made Ambulon’s life easier somehow.
He didn’t approach the patient yet, choosing to place his medical kit down on a nearby repair table. Then began shuffling through it as the doors closed behind him.
“My name is Ambulon,” he announced, setting up a few tools. “I am the head medical officer in New Vos. You are my patient & understand that anyone that is said & done is this room is between the two of us.”
He sounded bored with it, mostly as it was a script than anything else. “We’ll do scans & questions today, then set up an appointment to complete any repairs. The only reason this will change is if we find some sort of emergency situation. Do you understand?”