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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 879150" data-attributes="member: 1255">&quot;That's odd,&quot; Daunte frowns, biting his lower lip as he moves to the trash can.&nbsp; He's never seen anyone throw away a briefcase before.&nbsp; Fishing around for a moment, he grasps the handle under the sea of papers and pulls it free.Examining it for a moment, he moves back to the others.&nbsp; It was best to not be alone in the darkness here, in this rest stop where winter itself seemed to walk.Crouching beside the others, he placed the briefcase on the floor, and attempted to open it up.&nbsp; It seemed weird to be focusing on this only slightly odd thing out of all the weird things going on in the last half-hour, but a man needed to focus on something.&nbsp; Anything other than the dying man right before him.&quot;So, where you from, BJ?&quot; he asked idly, the nervousness still powering his mouth.&nbsp; &quot;You're a doctor, right?&nbsp; Or a paramedic or something?&nbsp; Basically, you know what you're doing, right?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 879150, member: 1255"] "That's odd," Daunte frowns, biting his lower lip as he moves to the trash can. He's never seen anyone throw away a briefcase before. Fishing around for a moment, he grasps the handle under the sea of papers and pulls it free. Examining it for a moment, he moves back to the others. It was best to not be alone in the darkness here, in this rest stop where winter itself seemed to walk. Crouching beside the others, he placed the briefcase on the floor, and attempted to open it up. It seemed weird to be focusing on this only slightly odd thing out of all the weird things going on in the last half-hour, but a man needed to focus on something. Anything other than the dying man right before him. "So, where you from, BJ?" he asked idly, the nervousness still powering his mouth. "You're a doctor, right? Or a paramedic or something? Basically, you know what you're doing, right?" [/QUOTE]

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