Blackriver's Fostern Challenge
7/2/2007
05:32 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
[Timewarp: Back to the half moon, after Cole's fostern challenge.]
East Elson Commercial Sector and Waterfront
Motels, movie theaters with posters of scantily-clad women, and even a few posters of nudes, and bars are interspersed with stairways leading to dilapidated second stories or downwards into basements. Women saunter along the western streets of the district, around Third and Fourth Streets. In the area around Second, a profusion of graffiti markings of black knives or the words 'The Blades' are scattered along buildings and sidewalks. A little further eastwards beer cans are scattered around the entrance to one bar with, if one looks through the window, several pool tables in enthusiastic use for several hours a night and even occasionally during the day.
Contents:
Cole
Katya
Staceface (NPC: Myra and Gang)
Obvious exits:
Harbor Park The Underground North West South
[look Katya (homid)]
Here is the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing, straight out of Little Red Riding Hood. The copy, however, is imperfect, and only a small child might mistake Blackriver for anything close to a normal human. The woman's hunched over posture and overgrown, tangled, blond hair, are often the first things to be noticed about her, followed by the dirt on her skin and her earthy odor. It's hard to pinpoint it exactly, but something about this woman just seems wrong. Her blue eyes look anxious, and she is always moving, fidgeting with her hands, turning her head, looking very alert. Her actions and words are slurred sloppily, like a baby's, and either she's mentally handicapped, or something else entirely.
She's dressed in a relatively clean plain black shirt, covered with a light blue long sleeved blouse. She's also got on dark blue jeans and a belt, the jeans already dirty and starting to fade in color. Around her neck hangs a leather cord, supporting a litte white jade wolf. On the wolf's chest is carved a crescent moon, with two curved lines on either side: a carving easily recognizable by any Silver Fang as the glyph for the Crescent Moon clan.
Cole is behind the wheel of the Beemer that once belonged to Katya's tribemate. He looks over his shoulder to his Alpha. "This is the place. If we're going to find anyone..." He trails off, shrugging. He scans the area intently, as if an evildoer will just pop out of nowhere.
Katya is sitting shotgun next to Cole, clutching her packmate's handgun in her arms like it's the secret to life itself. She looks nervous, oh so very nervous and off-kilter in the unfamiliar scab.
Evildoers beware. As the BMW cruises down East Elson's blocks, it's clear that this is amongst the worst places to find oneself at night unless one knew the law. Of the streets. The Beemer gets eyes and attention from all corners. Women and men alike in scandalous clothing and excess make their way towards nightclubs and other places of disreputable business here. It's amazing to think that not very far away, there is a place of the Wyld and Gaia. "Hey baby, show me some lovin'!" calls out one nighthawk who spots Cole at the wheel. She flashes some fishnet legs and puckers out her lips at the Fianna enticingly.
Cole pulls to a stop, shutting off the car. "Don't want to be here long," he mutters to himself. "Get stolen right out from under..." As he's catcalled, he grins and holds up a hand in a wave. His most charming smile is offered. "Thanks sugar, but I'm a little busy right now. Maybe later?"
Katya pulls the gun more tightly to her breast. Her finger's on the trigger, and she's shaking, it's a wonder the thing hasn't gone off. "Go out? Find kill apes out."
The Fianna's charming smile is like honey for a fly. Instead of deterring the woman, she saunters up towards the car and deliberately presses her breasts up against the frame of the vehicle. She leans. "Aw c'mon baby, I promise I'll show you a /great/ time." Good thing for the Fang in the back, the woman doesn't see her yet. She's only got oogly eyes for the very, very attractive Fianna.
Cole winces at Kaya's directness. "Yes. But...try not to talk too much about 'killing apes', huh?" This is kept low. When the woman presses up against the window, he smiles. "No doubt, but no can do tonight. Raincheck though." He tries to tone down the charm and let a bit more of the dangerous air of the Garou show, trying to shoo her away.
Katya straightens up to look at the woman pressed up against the window, running over her with feral blue eyes. "Out go." She repeats, tugging at the door handle.
The prostitute frowns at Cole's continued rejection and pushes off from the car. "Fine, have it your way. You ain't gettin' none-a this tonite," claims the woman with a swift turnaround and slap of her ass cheek. It jiggles, just a little.
"Katya. No." The words come out terse from the Galliard, spoken from one corner of the mouth. "Veil." As the lady of the evening walks away, Cole pulls a face. "By Gaia's mercy alone," he mutters in quiet rejoinder to her statement. He falls silent, waiting for whoever's about to disperse for a moment.
Not too far up ahead, a slight confrontation begins as three figures approach another, blond haired teen on the street, who'd previously just been enjoyin' a smoke. The first, which seems to be the ringleader of the small group, is a scantly clad, brown haired, young woman, wearing cut-off jeans and a blue tank-top, flanked by two rather tough looking boys. All three have tattoos on their left shoulders. The four appear to be getting in a heated discussion, particularly between the woman and the approached kid.
"Katya. No." The words come out terse from the Galliard, spoken from one corner of the mouth. "Veil." As the lady of the evening walks away, Cole pulls a face. "By Gaia's mercy alone," he mutters in quiet rejoinder to her statement. He falls silent, waiting for whoever's about to disperse for a moment. And then the crowd catches his eye. He tilts his head, looking towards them, trying to make his movement visible and obvious to his packmate."
Katya stops at the command from Cole, apparently aware that, while she's alpha and he's beta, he's still Fostern. She too cranes her neck over to watch the crowd that her packmate seems so interested in.
The blond teenager is just on the end of his smoke when he's interrupted. Words exchange, and in the distance he appears to spit out the filter at the feet of the three before taking a few paces back away.
The woman gives a smirk as he backs away, her hands spreading in a mockingly helpless gesture. A few more words, lost in the noise of the street due to their low tone, and then she snaps her fingers. The two guys behind her move to grab hold of the other kid, to attempt to drag him into a nearby, dark alley.
"They're taking him," Cole murmurs, perhaps unnecessarily. Unable to give advice, he merely looks to his Alpha. "Here." He leans over Katya's seat, opening the door.
Katya slips out the door and slinks after the four into the alley, still holding her gun. She calls on her connection to Wyvern to give her added alertness in her task, and disappears into the darkness. She holds herself low, crouching, almost on all fours, eyes and ears straining ahead.
The kid (relatively, though he must be a later teen or even eighteen) almost makes a break for it, but gets his shirt caught and then his arms. He struggles, but appears to be no match for the pair of toughs. "Let go! I'm tellin' ya I didn't go to no cops! I ain't a snitch, goddamnit! I'm not--" Further in the alley, the blond gets a hard punch to the face to shush him. At least, for now.
The woman appears unswayed by his cries, her lips just twisting to a heartless smirk as she follows them into the alley. "That isn't what I was told," she can be heard saying sweetly as she pulls on a couple of black, spiked gloves. "Word is they even bought you breakfast. Tell me, hon, was the bagel worth it?" The two guys hold him fast while she aims a punch to his gut.
Katya stalks forward as close as she dares, crouching in the shadows and ready to spring. She continues to listen and watch intently, although there's no way she understands what they're saying, what with all the slang and all.
Just by reflex, the blond kid tenses before he gets slammed with the spiked gloves. She must hit hard, the gang leader. Coughing and gasping, the supposed snitch swallows down. "Everyone knows /shit/," he retorts vehemently between breathes for air. "I didn't go to the cops, and you know it. I'm straight up, I tell you. Fuck, I'm cleaner than your cootch." That earns him another hard knock from one of the gangers.
"Funny, they always claim innocence," responds the woman, her head tilting as she watches the boy's face. "Like they think I fucking /care/. What matters is what they /say/. And if you think I'm going to leave a 'snitch' walking," she chuckles darkly, reaching to grab hold of his chin, forcing him to look at her. "You're soooo wrong." The boy receives another punch after she pushes him away.
Katya wettens her lips and remains crouched, continuing to watch the four humans. She keeps herself at least a bit alert to the darkness behind her however, she doesn't want to suddenly be surprised from behind.
The blond kid stares at the woman, his face the expression of disbelief at her. Disbelief, and realization. "You wouldn't..." Oh, she would. With free rein, the two men holding him throw the blond further into the alley and start wailing on him. Punches, kicks, even though he tries to fight back, it's obvious he doesn't stand too much of a chance against three. It's rather reminiscent of a coyote amidst a wolf pack.
It's a bit chilling, the way the woman seems to enjoy beating on the much more helpless, outnumbered kid. She even laughs at his attempts to fight back. Eventually, though, she signals for the beatings to stop, pulling out a knife. "No one crosses us. No one crosses /me/."
Well, that's enough to get Blackriver moving. The other stuff, that was just taunting the omega. But outright intraspecies murder stirs the Philodox's sense of right and wrong. Rage fueled and hoping for the element of surprise, she races forward until she's mere feet from the woman, and shoots at her twice. Then she turns tail and flees, sending clear signals to Cole over the pack link to have the car ready for a getaway.
Pop, pop! These are firecrackers, but the sounds of gunfire as the Silver Fang runs up completely without warning and opens fire on the unsuspecting group. Though her first shot plugs its way into the woman's back, the second only grazes by, off-aim due to recoil and the sheer speed at which the Silver Fang moves. Caught surprised, even the blond kid can barely react, seeing only a blur as the philodox flees for the waiting Beemer. Cole is forced to move just as quickly, but cars don't start up with Rage. In the time it takes for the Fianna to get it started and hit the gas, one of the two thugs is out at the sidewalk and firing upon the Beemer.
Katya flattens herself against the car seat, hissing out ~Fast go!~ to her Galliard packmates as she glances at the thug.
The bullets miss the car, but ricochet off nearby buildings - a lot harder to hit moving objects than non-moving ones. The woman lets out a scream of surprise as she is shot, falling to the ground, the knife dropping from her hand. Even though she's heavily wounded, the woman has orders to give. The second thug grabs the blond, punching him one more time to knock the poor kid out before tending to his leader. Cole ducks in the car, yelling out something about the car Not being a rental, and speeds away before any more shots contact with the car.
Katya orders Cole to pull over once they're safely away, and waits for several hours. Then she tells her packmate to drive back to the original alley, hoping that the thugs will be gone by now.
It's one of those moments that one should question whether or not to go back to the scene of a crime. Going back though, there's a pool of blood where the woman had been, and bloody footsteps leading away. Seems the deed was unfinished.
Katya lets out a growl and tracks the footprints as far as she can. Every once and a while she glances around to see if people are around, and shifts into lupus to track briefly by scent, veil permitting.
Through the alley, there's no one to watch a shifter. There's just no one to actually watch the alleys in this neighborhood, /period/. The footprints lead out to the sidewalk, but the one biggest inconvenience about the city is its people. It would be unsafe to be caught out in the open in lupus. The sidewalk footprints disappear however, as does the scent (which is clearly overpowered by the city's own grody, grungy aromas) of the others.
Katya goes out into the sidewalk in homid, taking note of the direction the footprint pointed and walking that way. She pauses to slip out a piece of squirrel tail from a rope around her neck, letting out a gruff grunt in her human throat and kissing the tail. Then she continues along, looking for any signs of the four's passage. An errant drop of blood, the imprint of a shoe in the dust, anything.
[Katya pages to the room: That weird tail-thing was Hunting Prayer. It makes it a bit easier to hunt things.]
The Silver Fang is out of luck as far as finding clues on the ground. However, in her frustration, someone must be smiling down on her because when she does happen to look up, there is the familiar blond headed kid, stumbling against one of the buildingsides not too far away.
Katya heads over to the kid at a brisk pace, gun still in hand. She coughs out a noise to get his attention, and then walks up and slams him against the said of the building, using her body to pin him to the wall instead of her arms. "Woman dead? Where?" She demands, her 'accent' so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The teen's in bad shape, and yet, he's not about to drag himself to a hospital. Or perhaps he is, but he's just struggling. The attention getting cough is barely registered before the blond is smashed painfully against the wall he /just/ pushed himself off of. A cry of pain comes out of him. There is fear in his eyes, as well as confusion. "Wh-what? Who are you? Get offa me!"
Katya flashes her teeth and growls low in her throat. She repeats her question, shifting her weight so one side is pushed against the kid, and the other is free, the arm holding the gun waving around.
He said he wasn't a snitch. The blond's eyes attract up to the gun and focus there, and he struggles to breathe under the pinning. Another painful bout of gasping comes from him, until he finally gives. "She's gone! She isn't here! Please, don't kill me..."
Katya's eyes narrow as she takes a while to process this. "Where!" She demands, putting a bit more pressure against the boy, accenting her question with another wave of her gun.
"I don't know! I swear to God I don't know!" The boy's really staring at the Fang now, trying hard to keep himself from provoking the mad woman with a gun any further. "The... hospital's not here anymore. It's in Kent-- Kent Crossing. It's a clinic. Th-the guy who started it used t' help people for free." He winces again, flinching at the gun waving into his field of view.
Katya can't follow the string of words, and she lets out a frustrated growl. "Slow. Slower!" She hisses, pushing her face up to the boy and literally breathing down his neck.
"Wh- huh?" The youth gulps back his fear just long enough to figure out things, and reiterates. "They probably took 'er to Kent Crossing, at the free clinic! I, I don't remember the name," he whimpers softly. By now, there are a few more witnesses, a few more eyes. But none move to help. The beauty of the streets - like a herd of caribou just watching one of their own being hunted down.
Katya just stares at the kid, gears turning in the lupus' brain. "Cliiinic. Kn't Crosss-un." She repeats. "Da?" Her eyes dart momentarily to the watchers, but since they don't do anything she remains where she is, tense and cautious.
The blond just nods, even adding a quick, faint, nervous smile. Katya must not seem all that bright. And he just wants to be on his way.
Katya blinks as she works out that human gesture, holding the blond one moment longer, and then lets him go, turning and sprinting back to the car and Cole. "Cliinc. Knt Cross." She tells him. ~Go.~
Soon as he's let go, our Snitch takes off as fast as he limpingly can through the streets. Off to Kent Crossing they go, but there are many clinics in the somewhat small suburb. "Which one?"
Katya grits her teeth as her frustration grows, and she bites back the Rage that's beginning to simmer inside of her. She stares blankly out into space for a long moment, before managing to cough out. "New. Free."
That's less of a challenge, but it takes much of the night away, searching for the right clinic. New, free, not exactly the best of adjectives to search through. Eventually though, they come to a free clinic that posts later hours than the rest that are closed. Cole parks the car, motioning to the building. "This is it. Last one."
Katya gets out of the car and walks right into the building through the front door, gun still in hand, head swerving around as she looks for the woman she wants to kill.
Well, that's not the most intelligent of moves to be doing, pulling out guns and walking into buildings. Even Cole catches his packmate's intent and hurries out of the car to bark out a 'Stop!' at Katya before she gets to the front door. He doesn't say anything else, but the glare is obvious. Another 'No'. In fact, it doesn't quite feel right to just walk into any human den with a weapon exposed, deep down in the gut. Even Garou of the old days learned that. If that happened, people scream, and people die. Not always in a good way.
Katya's nose wrinkles as she thinks this over. But she trusts her gut feeling, and she shoves the gun into her shirt, burying it between her breasts and drawing her blouse over it, after much struggling with a few buttons. Then she walks in.
Well, that's a little bit of relief. Cole's relief is only mild, but this time he doesn't interfere any further. He does trail after her once the Fang walks in, coming in at seemingly a different time than the philodox. The clinic seems quiet tonight, but sitting in the waiting area are a number of possible witnesses. An elderly lady in a wheelchair, her family beside her. A young woman in pajamas with a hand around a wastebasket and another around her boyfriend. The clerk at the front desk glances up at Katya, blinking at her appearance.
Katya begins to stalk around the clinic, looking for the woman she wants to kill. If anyone tries to talk to her, she glares at them until they go away.
"Excuse me? Excuse me!" Katya might have free rein to wander in the waiting room, but she's noticed before she gets closer towards the patient's hall. The clerk has come away from the desk now, and is approaching. "Miss, I need you to return to the waiting room and wait there please. Miss? The waiting room."
Katya blinks at the clerk. "Looking." She insist, lips twisting into an unspoken growl and eyes flashing in anger.
"The waiting room, miss. You have to go back there and wait. Only patients are allowed past the hall doors," insists the clerk, although he does back up just a touch with her hostility.
"Looking." Katya repeats, obviously having not taken in what the clerk said. She tries to goes on her way despite his protests, letting out a snarl that just sounds /wrong/ in her human throat and straightening up to make herself look taller.
The clerk backs off another couple paces with the snarl, his hand going for a can of mace on his keychain. "Miss!" He too, /must/ insist. "I can't allow you to go back there!" And so, the clerk moves to put a hand on the Fang philodox's shoulder. The clerk's tensing tones draw more attention than the philodox's feral nature.
Katya shrinks back from the touch instinctually, letting out another loud snarl. Still bristling, she makes a break for the front door she entered from earlier.
The clerk's hand doesn't make any more insistence than it must. As the Fang shrinks away, he jerks it back in surprise and actually jumps back out of the way when she bolts for the front door again. No one tries to stop her, although Cole, who's waiting in the waiting room, quickly follows her out when she departs. The summary of that moment? Weirdest Outpatient Ever.
Katya lets out a frustrated huff and stalks around the clinic building, looking for another way in. Her face is set in a permanent scowl by now, and she even kicks at a bush that gets in her way.
The Silver Fang's trek around the building reveals another way in - a fire escape door that reads: EXIT ONLY in big, red, bolded letters. A couple of concrete steps lead up to it, along with a small railing painted a bright blue. Cole comes around the corner, shadowing the Silver Fang as well.
Katya can't read of course, and instead seems rather overjoyed that she found this door. She stalks up to it cautiously, however, peering inside and looking around before trying to pull it open.
The door is a solid fire exit, meant of course for exiting only, as it suggests in lettering on the outside. The one window that peers within to the hallway shows the way is clear at the moment. But, upon pulling the door open, the claxon alarms around the building sound. Loud, blaring, and piercingly loud, suddenly the sneaky way in is the most unsubtle of them all.
Katya freezes like a deer in headlights at the sound, and runs off a split second later. She dives into one of the bushes surrounding the building, and waits until the noise stops, peering out to see if anyone comes and sticks a pitchfork in or something. Poor Cole is left to fend for himself, although at least he knows what's going on.
The fire alarms keep going. Cole does find himself a place to disappear to out of view, but the bond of the pack lets the Fang know he's somewhere still close by. It takes five, ten minutes before the fire engines arrive and a fireman comes around the corner. In the dark, they don't see the Fang, but they do enter the building through the back door. One props the door open while the other inserts a key and shuts down the alarm. "Man, I hate these false alarms," utters one fireman to the other. "Better than it being real, right? C'mon, let's get back to the station." The two depart, letting the door slowly swing closed on its own.
Katya takes her chance, zipping up to the door and attempting to slide two fingers between it and the doorframe to keep it open. She nervously glances back at the firemen to see if they notice her.
Jamming one's fingers into a closing door isn't the brightest of things, but that does keep it from shutting. The Fang is in without incident. The firemen have left. Cole eventually reappears, coming out of the bushes and trees, brushing himself off. The Fianna offers only a small smile at the philodox.
Katya lets out a soft yelp at the pain, and slowly opens the door and slips in. In a bit of foresight, she takes off one show to hold the door open, ramming it in on the side to make it less noticeable. That gives her an idea, and she takes off the other shoe as well, the better for sneaking with. This one she tosses outside. Then, she starts her prowl around, peering into each windowed room systematically, and trying to duck out of sight when people come by.
The shoe effectively keeps the door from closing. Down the hallway, every door is neatly labeled and bears a glass window to look through. In each room is a curtain for patient privacy, but it's through one door window that the Fang spots one of the gangers from before, sitting fast asleep in his chair.
Katya walks up to the room and tries to get a closer look inside the window, peering this way and that to get the layout of the room and figure out who's in there. Naturally, she tries to keep from being seen through the window as best she can.
The room's simple layout reveals just the bluish green curtain drawn to cut off much of the view. The ganger playing guard sits on a chair on the edge of the curtain, and overall, the room couldn't be more than the size of a small bedroom. The clinic /is/ free after all.
Katya slowly, oh so very slowly, turns the doorknob of the room and creeps in, trying to slip past the guard and get to the curtain.
The guard doesn't snore. Nor, though, does he wake. It is a good thing her shoes came off, as the barefoot approach makes things silent as the grave. The curtain is the only thing left in determining if the Fang's target lies just beyond.
Katya slowly pulls back the edge of the curtain and peers in, quickly darting inside if there's no waking person on the other side.
The guard doesn't wake, no, but the girl within is awake. The young brunette woman lifts her gaze as Blackriver enters, her eyes narrowing proudly. There is an edge of fear about her, although not the slightest bit of apology. "Here to finish the job?" she whispers. "This is not the end. No one just kills Myra Barron. I'll see you in hell."
Katya walks swiftly over to the woman, staring at her straight in the eyes. It's not usual for her to see a human that's not cowering in front of her, and something in her senses the gravity. Still, she has a dilemma to solve: she fires a bullet and everyone in the clinic will hear. As quickly as she can she takes her left hand and presses down on Myra's chest to hold her in place, and shoves the gun into the woman's mouth. But she doesn't fire, she rams it down her throat and waits for Myra to choke to death. The terms were 'kill a human with a gun,' not 'kill a human with bullets.'
There's a flicker of surprise in Myra's expression when Blackriver doesn't just shoot her. Glaring up at Katya with a look of defiance and pure hatred, she does attempt to struggle as she's held down, hitting and scratching at whatever she can reach of the lupus in an effort to get out of the grasp.
Katya lets out a grunt of effort and keeps pushing down, climbing up on top of the woman and sitting across her to pin her arms down. Always, she keeps the gun rammed down Myra's throat.
The commotion makes the bed squeak a good deal. Consequently, there's a few sleepy murmurs of the guarding ganger coming out of his unconscious state. Fortunately for Katya, the grogginess doesn't immediately wear off. He rubs an eye. Meanwhile, unfortunately for Myra, all that movement makes her wounded back spasm and lance with pain. Nevermind the thin wisps of air she's getting, it's now more the lupus sitting atop her chest that's preventing breathing.
Katya rams the gun down harder and with more urgency, hitting it like a hammer and shoving it into Myra's windpipe. She looks around for a window she might be able to jump out of, should that become necessary.
The only windows here are barred windows. Such are the precautions necessary, even for a small Kent Crossing town. Eventually, even though she fights like an injured wolverine in her state, Myra's strikes and scratches all start to lose their power. Her face is pale, blue with the lack of air. In tense moments, it's all over and a thin death rattle issues out of the woman. Her eyes glaze, but that doesn't prevent them from being still a little creepy, still a little filled with lingering hate. The deed is done. The guard? The guard's fallen back asleep. He snores, even.
Katya removes the gun from Myra's windpipe, and slowly gets off the woman's corpse, trying to avoid the creaking from the bed. Then she tip-toes back across the room, eyeing the sleeping guard anxiously.
Remaining fast asleep, the guard doesn't wake as the Fang makes her way through the room. Everything inside is pretty regular. Just a closet, a sink with a small mirror, and tile floors. Everything is just quiet.
Katya slinks back down the hall. And out the door (leaving the shoes there). And down the fire escape. And back to Cole. She hands him his gun. ~Yours.~ She grunts.
The Fianna waits just outside the fire escape door, tense enough as it is and keeping a watchful eye. When the Fang returns, his relief is quite visible, but his head quirks to a side at the gun being offered back. The galliard takes it back, and thus motions for them to leave. The pair leave, and leave a pair - of shoes - to be found later in the night.
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Message: 11/117 Posted Author
Forest of Hope Murder Tue Jul 3, 2007 Sai
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July 3rd, Day before Independence Day. Time: Early Morning News. Place: Local television stations.
The morning news in St. Claire reveals for one of its highlighted stories, the mysterious death of a young brunette woman named Myra Barron in Kent Crossing Forest of Hope Health Clinic. Though Ms. Barron was reported to have come in with a gunshot wound in her back, she was found pale and dead this morning, most likely from external suffocation. One man was taken into custody by police, as a murder suspect, but he claims his innocence though he was actually sleeping in the same room when the murder occurred. Actual motives for the murder are unknown, but earlier today, reports of gunfire on St. Claire's East Elson block near 3rd and 4th Streets were filed, and the police suspect escalating gang violence to be the cause.
Kent Crossing Forest of Hope Health Clinic was opened in 1990, designed to help the medically underserved and the uninsured. Millions of Americans today remain uninsured, and the census bureau reports that the numbers continue to climb. Forest of Hope helps the residents of St. Claire and Kent Crossing by providing medical services for much lower costs than the average hospital. After the tragic explosion that destroyed Hilliard Medical Center in the larger city, clinics and smaller hospitals in the area have been seeing much higher volumes of patients.
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