“Expert Team Three! Expert Team Three! Report to ambulance 844-01! Crisis on Green and Queen Victoria! Expert Team Three! Report to Report to ambulance 844-01 immediately!”
I wake up to the blare. Great think I got about 20 minutes sleep after calming my nerves from the last call and grabbing a bite from the delivered ‘za. I grab my gear, my jacket, start for the door but quickly realize I forgot the stupid DocWagon baseball cap. Where is the damn thing… oh right, I’m wearing it. I run to the Citymaster and promptly fall asleep again. I hear some voices in the background a minute or two later.
“Most of the few people I can see are lying still on the floor – it looks like the cock tree paralyzed them when they escaped…”
I kind of shake my head to wake up a bit and turn to André, “Cock tree? What the hell?”
He kind of grins at my groggy misunderstanding, “Cockatrii. I’m guessing it is the plural form of Cockatrice which is a big genetically modified chicken.”
“I’m really hoping they don’t fly”, I shut my eyes again until the van comes to a stop just outside of a big warehouse.
Alan rushes out to a side door and waits for the rest of the team to approach. I cast my fly spell and follow. A few seconds later, Alan and I burst in. He rushes to the far side of the room where one of our clients lies paralyzed. He shoots a couple that have become interested in him with gel rounds. I try to remain mostly motionless on one of the stacks of crates as I start moving all the paralyzed folks to the door one by one. I hear the sounds of gel rounds and tasers going off by the door we’d come in. It seems like Sanjay got hit. He’s fallen to the ground right behind Jax. It might just be my imagination but he seems to have a slight smile on his face. Guess he’s enjoying the view of Jax’s curvaceous ass in her tight pants.
We manage to save all but one the warehouse workers. But we did successfully rescue our two clients and the lady who called. Jax managed to talk a few of them into becoming clients. Who knows if they’ll actually end up signing up or not.
While Jax is talking to one of the patients, I turn to the back of the ambulance where Sanjay, still paralyzed, sits. I tell him, he may as well grab a bit of sleep. None of us have had much recently. I reach over and close his eyes.
“…and I was starting to lose my grip around his chest”, I hear Alan say, “I was slipping down and grabbed on to his belt. I can’t say hanging on to a flying person is my favorite mode of transportation and I saw a little more of that man’s posterior than I would have wanted.”
André is trying to keep from chuckling.
Once we get back to DocWagon, we all head inside. Sanjay still isn’t feeling all that well and heads to the washroom to clean up a little bit. I’m talking with Gavin the homosexual dispatcher that Jax had tried getting some information out of.
“What do you think of the new management at Navigaytion?”, I ask.
“I don’t think the night club will ever be the same. I miss Cardel. He had style.”
As Sanjay exits the washroom, both Gavin and I turn. Gavin breaks out in laughter and says, “That’s bold!!”
Sanjay looks puzzled. He looks at Gavin then at me and sees my smirk. He turns and heads right back into the washroom, looks in the mirror and sees on his forehead, “I ♥ cock” underneath in much smaller letters “tree”.
That water activated ink, well worth the ¥…