[audio]

[synthedick]

[Nick's voice sounds pretty weary -- and also a bit distorted on certain syllables, as though something might not be entirely right with his vocal modulator. Or maybe he's just got a cold. Who knows with these robot types.]

Anyone still out there who needs a place to wait this out safely, come to the Guard headquarters or the Clinic. Doesn't matter which one -- they're right next to each other. And if you don't think you can make it here on your own, let me know. We'll find a way to get you here, even if it means an escort.

[Though given his voice, he might not be in the best condition to do any escorting himself, but like that has ever stopped him.]

Guard, do what you need to do to restrain those looking to cause trouble, even if they're one of us. Try not to add to the body count.

[With that, he cuts the transmission, since as one of the few who doesn't seem to be affected, he has work to do. Click.]

Comments

[voice]

[hot_mes]

...yeah, I know. Fair warning though that we're busy and we can't protect anyone when we're elbow-deep in blood and bandages.

[voice]

[synthedick]

I'm not expecting the medical staff to keep an eye on people. You deal with the injured, and I'll make sure the rest are covered.

[voice]

[hot_mes]

[a sigh of relief. This anxiety over not being able to fix things is really messing him up]

Right. Good, thanks. That's enough.

If you need attention, Knock Out-ya is here.

[voice]

[synthedick]

I'll keep that in mind, Law. Don't work yourself to death, all right?

[voice]

[hot_mes]

Yeah. I'm not letting something like this kill me. That would be lame.