[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

[judgementor]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Sorry, Nick, but Red Wine doesn't really care about your personal Guard problems right now. He doesn't even know about them.]

But what you're asking could place people in more danger than they are in already. I'm no member of your 'guard', but I will do as you say... short of herding anyone to you.

[synthedick]

[It's okay, Red Wine. It's less a "personal Guard problem" and more a "prevalent, running theme any time someone brings up the Guard." Nick swallows down his frustration.]

That's good enough for me.