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(Setting) Hokisho Hospital
| > Tensions still high in the wake of the upcoming Kira Miki Concert, a couple of armored "guards" lingered about the hospital's entrance and the nearby streets, patrolling in order to keep unwanted passerby out and get injured and refugees in. Among them, completely out of place, stood a lone, young man of what appeared to be Indian heritage, clutching a briefcase sporting a bullethole amidst the words "Medical Education and Research Center".
| > The man however had problems with pressing the briefcase against his chest: His left arm had been put into a sling and his shoulder was clearly bandaged up completely, indicating that he had been injured recently.
> With sunken eyes that yet darted around nervously, the spindly human scanned the area for /someone/ in particular, every now and then glancing at his phone - an act that forced him to let go of the briefcase, with still stayed attached to his wrist via cablebinders.
| (Okay, sheesh! I think that's enough from me. I hope.)
| >Rather than burning more gas for a flashy and quick entrance, Bunker simply walked to the Hospital in all it's... Glory..? The place was kind of a dump. He turned on one of the many lights on his armor and angled it down at the ground ahead of him. He walked around the building until he saw a young man with his arm in a sling. Probably MERCurio waiting. He did say his arm was in a sling. Bunker squeezed the trigger in his gauntlet very slightly to let a little pressure out.
| >The familiar hiss was calming, oddly. Considering he'd be running around at night with a crippled escortee... It'd be safe to say he was in for a long night.
"MERCurio? It's me, Bunker. Let's get going."
>Bunker had already plugged the coordinates of the destination into his suit's GPS. If they went at a decent pace it wouldn't be that long of a trek. If need be he could also get help from Blake... If she was still offering.
| >Despite expecting to see something as imposing as Bunker's armored form - and expecting him in general, the man can't help but twitch heavily in response to being called out, a foolish reaction which was immediately answered by a jolt pain, forcing him to grasp his shoulder with gritted teeth, cutting his surprised gasp short and bringing his addled mind back into focus at the same time. For a moment he simply stares at Bunker, eyes wide despite how tired he looked in general.
| M-MERC...
>His voice breaks halfway through the one word; the man swallows audibly as he glances down at the briefcase - and the writing on it. Only then does he look back up and nod, before actually bowing - or at least as best he could, given his condition: A tilt of the upper body, about halfway.
Yeah. That's me. Thank you for coming, really. I'm not sure how well I'd make it alone.
>Wincing as he rights himself, he takes a step forward, already looking past him, at the streets.
| I-i just hope I'll won't keep you long. I'm sure others need help. Protection. Need it more than me.
>So up close, the state of his clothing becomes clear: Dirty, torn, bloodied. Obviously he hadn't been able to get change of clothes, but he seemed to have sustained more than just a beating - and a gunshot - during the chaos.
I'll be right behind you. Maybe. Hopefully.
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| > A dilapidated building stands amongst dirty, damaged streets. Despite being a government sanctioned building, Hokisho Hospital looks about as rundown as any other building one could find near or inside the Slums of Glitch City.
> Normally, one would be wary to walk about these streets at night; but now, in the wake of the recent riots, local vigilantes and a self-made militia - if one could call it that - turned the hospital's block into one of many safe zones.