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<blockquote data-quote="Victim" data-source="post: 903111" data-attributes="member: 78">OOC: Sorry, my Internet access has been down awhile.&nbsp; Also, Security was heading back to his headquarters, not just idly flying around.Well, the security systems and hopefully secret location of this place ought to keep my armor safe.&nbsp; Unless Mike was tracked here and followed.&nbsp; But the cold, sparse concrete cave was no refuge for an injured person.&nbsp; In his apartment, though, he probably had enough medical supplies to treat himself.&nbsp; He had a well stocked medicine cabinet; you could never really be overprepared.&nbsp; It was less than a klick away.&nbsp; The distance was normally trivial.&nbsp; But not now, even though the wounds seemed to pose no immediate danger.&nbsp; And it would probably be best to conceal his condition from security guard too.&nbsp; Suddenly aquiring weird plasma wounds at night tended to raise annoying questions.&nbsp; Hopefully Apollo didn't have an unlisted number - it'd still be possible to dig it up, but the task would be a time consuming complication.Carrying some disks with the recording of the &quot;mission&quot; and his original info file, Mr. Evans sets off into the Freedom City night.&nbsp; There appeared to be some weird lights in the distance, in a richer part of town.&nbsp; Hmm, that fast kid said that Apollo was some kind of rock star.&nbsp; He wouldn't. . .</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Victim, post: 903111, member: 78"] OOC: Sorry, my Internet access has been down awhile. Also, Security was heading back to his headquarters, not just idly flying around. Well, the security systems and hopefully secret location of this place ought to keep my armor safe. Unless Mike was tracked here and followed. But the cold, sparse concrete cave was no refuge for an injured person. In his apartment, though, he probably had enough medical supplies to treat himself. He had a well stocked medicine cabinet; you could never really be overprepared. It was less than a klick away. The distance was normally trivial. But not now, even though the wounds seemed to pose no immediate danger. And it would probably be best to conceal his condition from security guard too. Suddenly aquiring weird plasma wounds at night tended to raise annoying questions. Hopefully Apollo didn't have an unlisted number - it'd still be possible to dig it up, but the task would be a time consuming complication. Carrying some disks with the recording of the "mission" and his original info file, Mr. Evans sets off into the Freedom City night. There appeared to be some weird lights in the distance, in a richer part of town. Hmm, that fast kid said that Apollo was some kind of rock star. He wouldn't. . . [/QUOTE]

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