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<blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 908782" data-attributes="member: 9942"><p><strong>Ben Taub Hospital - Parking Lot</strong></p><p><strong>Houston Medical Center</strong></p><p><em>6:40 pm</em></p><p></p><p>The start of surprise she felt as the noise flooded the interior of the car caused Amy to apply much more pressure to the pedal than she had intended. The car all but screeched out of the lot, rattling past the man and leaving the mysterious agents behind, if not banishing their memory.</p><p></p><p>Embarrassment crept up on her unexpectedly, bringing blood to her cheeks and a sickly heat over her body. How quickly she had just panicked! Rationally, she knew she'd seen far worse on the trauma wards, worse than that on case studies. Yet all it took to reduce her to stark fear was three well-dressed men in a dark garage and some vague passive-agressive macho bullsh... She shook her head and let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding in.</p><p></p><p>The heavy bass bled through every inch of the car and Amy considered briefly hitting the wheel in sheer frustration. <em>Keep your head, Dr Nguyen.</em> She could turn off for gas and lose the sound, then. Maybe make those calls, too.</p><p></p><p>Distraction accomplished, she fumbled in the bag for the atomiser, a few pumps dispelling the subtle scent of her sweat. Questions whirled about that researcher's mind that Amy had cultivated over the years. Who was the director, and what was so important about the West Nile? Why did they want Carlos and her? The CDC? Dr Munguia's passionate refrain kept returning to her; "People. Will. Keep. Dying!!!"</p><p></p><p>She frowned. They had to discuss this, and before tomorrow morning too. She didn't want to monopolise the dinner conversation, but it looked like there could be no choice.</p><p></p><p>The face that gazed out at her from the garage foiled her plan of stopping to turn the racket off, and the shiver she felt as he stared at her... mind tricks, the result of too much adrenaline, and she'd not eaten well since breakfast. Still, there was something disquieting in those eyes that held her attention.</p><p></p><p>And then he was gone.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Between HMC and the Fifth</strong></p><p><em>between the ticks</em></p><p></p><p>The car slid on, dappled sunlight at the end of the day painting the interior with strips of light and dark, towards safety. And a home-cooked meal. The cholesterol would be worth it this time, though, Amy figured, even if she'd be working it off for the remainder of the month.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>T-Bull's House - Front Door</strong></p><p><strong>Fifth Ward</strong></p><p><em>7:15 pm</em></p><p></p><p>Around the corner from the Roosevelt house, Amy pulled over and checked herself in the mirror, concentrating on her breathing and scraping a loose strand of hair back under control. "I will not sensationalise this." Her eyes stared back at her in reflection, and she didn't flinch. Determined. Professional. In Control. Taking the car back out of park, Amy drove the remaining distance, and pulling up into the drive, got out of the car and approached the door.</p><p></p><p><em>I wonder where Jess' car is?</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Catulle, post: 908782, member: 9942"] [b]Ben Taub Hospital - Parking Lot Houston Medical Center[/b] [i]6:40 pm[/i] The start of surprise she felt as the noise flooded the interior of the car caused Amy to apply much more pressure to the pedal than she had intended. The car all but screeched out of the lot, rattling past the man and leaving the mysterious agents behind, if not banishing their memory. Embarrassment crept up on her unexpectedly, bringing blood to her cheeks and a sickly heat over her body. How quickly she had just panicked! Rationally, she knew she'd seen far worse on the trauma wards, worse than that on case studies. Yet all it took to reduce her to stark fear was three well-dressed men in a dark garage and some vague passive-agressive macho bullsh... She shook her head and let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding in. The heavy bass bled through every inch of the car and Amy considered briefly hitting the wheel in sheer frustration. [i]Keep your head, Dr Nguyen.[/i] She could turn off for gas and lose the sound, then. Maybe make those calls, too. Distraction accomplished, she fumbled in the bag for the atomiser, a few pumps dispelling the subtle scent of her sweat. Questions whirled about that researcher's mind that Amy had cultivated over the years. Who was the director, and what was so important about the West Nile? Why did they want Carlos and her? The CDC? Dr Munguia's passionate refrain kept returning to her; "People. Will. Keep. Dying!!!" She frowned. They had to discuss this, and before tomorrow morning too. She didn't want to monopolise the dinner conversation, but it looked like there could be no choice. The face that gazed out at her from the garage foiled her plan of stopping to turn the racket off, and the shiver she felt as he stared at her... mind tricks, the result of too much adrenaline, and she'd not eaten well since breakfast. Still, there was something disquieting in those eyes that held her attention. And then he was gone. [b]Between HMC and the Fifth[/b] [i]between the ticks[/i] The car slid on, dappled sunlight at the end of the day painting the interior with strips of light and dark, towards safety. And a home-cooked meal. The cholesterol would be worth it this time, though, Amy figured, even if she'd be working it off for the remainder of the month. [b]T-Bull's House - Front Door Fifth Ward[/b] [i]7:15 pm[/i] Around the corner from the Roosevelt house, Amy pulled over and checked herself in the mirror, concentrating on her breathing and scraping a loose strand of hair back under control. "I will not sensationalise this." Her eyes stared back at her in reflection, and she didn't flinch. Determined. Professional. In Control. Taking the car back out of park, Amy drove the remaining distance, and pulling up into the drive, got out of the car and approached the door. [i]I wonder where Jess' car is?[/i] [/QUOTE]
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