There is a soft knock at the door of room #602 of the Lexington apartments in New York City.OnlytheStrong said:Dear Mr. Starkweather,
... My name is Wade Watkins. I was born in Boston, but moved to New York around 9 years ago. I am a physician employed the Mercy Hospital. I am skilled in first aid as well as surgery. I started out in the emergency room, so I have experience with emergency situations. I am also a bit of an adventurer, although it can be hard to find time. I have spoken with the proper officals and have managed to obtain some time off.
This leads to my proposal. I would like to join your party on their journey. I believe that a physician would be useful, especially given the shootings. I am not afraid of the danger or the work. I am an able body. If you would like further information, I would be happy to meet you at a place and time to be determined by you. I do not know if the members of your party are expecting payment, but I assure you, I do not require such. I will use my equipment, and my money for things that are reasonably seen as my responsibility. You may wonder why a doctor would not ask for money for his services, well the short answer is, I crave the adventure.
... I look forward to hearing a response.
1120 East 9th Street
Lexington Apartments #602
New York, New York
Through the door is heard a voice, "Hotel staff, sir. Dr. Watkins? I have an urgent message for you, sir."
Job (the tortured one).