If this is the frontline...

[Incendiary Aftermath]

Who decides who's an innocent? *I take my gun out of it's holster and place it on the table. I nod to it and smile.* Meet the judge. I'm the jury. My finger is the executioner. Pirates may not have all followed the code, but the ones that broke it found themselves at the end of a noose. *I grab my crutches and stand up.* First thing's first, Vico. I'm of no use without my legs, and I know BLI has doctors who can help. Find me something that can help, and we can start this investigation. *I extend my hand out to Vico* Don't fuck me over, Babe. Like I said before, I don't miss.

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I get up as well, more for my own comfort than anything. I don't particularly like him looming over me, even if we /are/ making a deal.* So what's wrong with them, exactly? Medication, injections, and the like shouldn't be too hard to get out to you, but if you need surgery it's rather more complicated.

[Incendiary Aftermath]

It's a spinal injury. *I lift up my shirt to reveal the large scar left by Orwell on my chest.* Passed right through, hit my spine somewhere, and hurt control over my legs. I'm lucky, when you think about it. I should be fully paralyzed, Hell, I should be dead. I give credit to the radiation altering something inside of me. *I sigh and turn to head out the kitchen* I know surgery is out of the question, but if you can get me a few supplies, my brother can craft something up for me to walk at least a bit better. He's sort of a genius like that.

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I whistle when I see the scar* Well that's something to be proud of. And I wouldn't say surgery's out of the question... *I start to follow him, and pause in the doorway.* It's just a matter of how much risk you're willing to take. */and just how many times over I'm willing to let Riley kill me when this is done/ I add to myself.* But supplies are an option as well.

[Incendiary Aftermath]

I trust you, Vico, which is hard enough to say. *I shake my head as the words exit my mouth.* But I don't trust any doctor inside those city walls to cut me open. We've got a doctor here. *I walk with Vico to the Doctor's cell and knock outside the wall.* Vico, meet the Doctor.

[doctorwhen]

*i lock my chest and turn around* hello there, why are we all paying me a visit? something you need? *i say as i take off my vambraces* Vico right?, last time i spoke to a BLI operative, i got shot, please tell me your here on... nicer grounds.

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I raise an eyebrow when I see the so-called "Doctor." I've encountered multiple Zone medics in my time, and only two of them looked like people I'd trust to do any serious healing. This one isn't one of them.* I'm not planning on shooting you, if that's what you're asking. *I look back at Aftermath* But if this is your surgeon, I'd recommend the walking aid instead.

[doctorwhen]

*i snicker* oh i'm no doctor thats just my name, kind of a salute to my favorite character growing up. but i am very adept at multiple forms of knowledge. living in a library will do that, one of those many topics is medicinal procedures... very basic but hey, it gets the job done

[Incendiary Aftermath]

Doc's an inventor as well. I'm not looking to him for surgery, but he can come up with something. He's got friends in... pretty odd places. *I motion to his vambraces.* If there's one thing he can do, it's make something. So... what do you think, Doc? Can you whip something up for my legs? Just let Vico know what you'll need.

[doctorwhen]

*i look to my chest* alright give me a minute, i might have some schematics for an exoskeletal leg brace of some type, my friend gave me a lot of his old stuff when i came back here.

[Alexander Ludovico]

Yeah, just let me know. *I sigh. I'm probably committing the equivalent of treason by agreeing to help these killjoys. But if we can catch the ones who killed the civilians, maybe that'll be enough to get me back in Riley's good graces.* Just nothing illegal or dangerous, all right? Wiring or plating or what have you isn't too hard, but I don't want to have to answer questions at the gate.

[doctorwhen]

*i open my chest and move around somethings, i pull out a schematic* alright, this is an old design but it should still work with the right tweaks. all is should need is some electrical wiring, a small computer of some type, to make calculations as to where to apply the most help where it is needed, i also need something to keep it together, a welder or something of that nature. if that isn't too much to ask please? *i say almost in a mocking nature*

[Alexander Ludovico]

Write me a list, and I'll see what I can do. *I almost feel bad for my lack of enthusiasm, but it's not been the best day. I turn slightly to look over at Aftermath* I'll need a ride back, obviously. And if I'm not back at whatever rendezvous point we pick by this time tomorrow, consider the deal off.

[Incendiary Aftermath]

Well *I playfully smack him on the back.* In that case, we can just kill ya. Better me than Wilson. *I shrug and look around the school for Volume* Just find Vol and we'll get you back. And again, if you do anything fishy...er than what you normally would, you'll hit the ground before you realize what hit you. Got it?

[Volume Virus]

Oh, so we're leaving now? *I peek around a corner. I'd tried to actually get out of the way, but had actually just stayed within earshot of IA and Vico, kind of to make sure that no one killed anyone, mostly because the debate they started was kind of amazing.* Um, alright. You'll need to put the bandanna back on, of course, unless you'd rather I knocked you out. We Killjoys have trust issues.