[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

[madamdirector]

Oh, it's not, um.

[ What is a battery!! ]

A smaller shield might be easier to sustain, yes.

[synthedick]

Good. The headquarters will be okay, but the Clinic can use all the help it can get.

Can you get here on your own? Or do you need someone to watch your back?

[madamdirector]

I'll be fine.

[ She won't. She's gonna die before she ever gets there, but that's what you get for trying to do everything on your own without asking for help. ]

I'll head there right now.

[synthedick]

Good. We'll see you soon.

[And today in "Things Nick Will Regret Saying:" that.]