it had been about a week since Nitalya had left Rico at the bar, and she was starting to get back to her 'normal' life as an ER doctor. his threat of the 'world ending' had yet to happen, which relieved her some. yet she wondered if she did the right thing. oh sure she had left that life behind, but it was still a part of her.

it was about 7pm and a hour before she would get off for the night, which looked promising since the ER was relatively quiet. There were just the normal cases, broken bones, gun shot wounds, chest pain, and the everyday car accident, nothing special. though that did not mean Nitalya did not have her handful in taking care of them.

at the moment she is standing next to the bed of an elderly man complaining of chest pains. she is wearing a pale green sleeveless turtle neck covered by a white lab coat, it is completed with black slacks and tennis shoes. her hair is tied back in a loose bun, that lets the occasional hair to fall into her face.

Rico pounded from the street leaving his SUV half parked on the curb damn this was so stupid how could it happen! He thought slipping through the doors into the ER he had an idea where she was she could help now or not at all. Drawing look’s Rico forgot he was still in his tactical sweater fatigue pants combat boots and gun harness all in black one Glock .40 on each hip and a remi 700 on his back. He had to move fast his teams life depended on it .

As Rico enters the ER some orderlies see him and start to run over to him yelling 'hey, you cant come in here.' as they get closer and see his weapons they start yelling 'Security, we need security a the ER entrance'.

Nitalya was just about to check on the next patient when the yelling startled her. her body tenses as she turns to see the cause of the alarm and instantly frowns as she sees Rico moving fast. he seemed to be searching for something, or one. softly she says 'he is after me.'

leaving the chart on the end of the bed she heads over to where Rico is, her eyes are cold and sharp as they stare at him. what does he think he is doing barging into the ER. what is with him? as she gets close she waves the orderlies back and yells to Rico 'what do you want?'

“I need you to come with me ill give you 1,ooo Dollars if its in the next 30 seconds I cant talk here and one of the guy’s I work with got hurt and we all need assistance!” He looks at the slash on his side with a grimace:”please Nitalya I need the help at least come and sit in the truck and ill explain” he says looking at the glowing screen on his wrist “this could get ugly if security dose show up” so pleas lets go he motions for the door.

the first words from his mouth infriates her to the point of curling her fingering into a first. do he really think he can twist me around his finger? bribe me, beg me, force me to do his bidding. does he not give up? it was when she saw the blood did her anger start to leave, though at that moment her body started to react.

she starts shouting out orders and ignores the rest of his words about coming with him. 'i need a bed, clean supplies, needle, grade 3 surgical thread, and 2 ccs of morphine." her orders send the orderlies into action, leaving Nitalya time to finish making it over to Rico. pulling a pair of fresh gloves from her pocket she slips them on. when she reaches she starts by telling him 'you cant go anywhere, if you loose much more blood you will die. tell me where this team is and i will send help, but i will not let you leave here like you are.' pausing as she looks about 'as for security i can handle that. just take off your harness and tell me of any other weapons that might be on you.'

“Fine…” “But you cant send just anybody they have orders to kill on site only me or you”
He says unbuckling the weapons and handing them to her but as for anything else I’ve got to stay armed they might have found my truck and come in looking for me.
You have to go they wont last especially Moynihan he’s in the shit.” Hes grunting almost through his teeth as she prods his side I got off luck that’s why I acme stupid @#$% I cant belive they turned us over flick a pan cake @#$%ing pice of shit its all over we will never recover in time for the … gets a little woozy and tips a little pleas go and help the my…my..watch will show you.

GREAT, just great. i have 30 more minutes to my shift and he comes up blooding to death, and once again telling me to save the world. i cant send anyone out to help if what he said is true, though i have given up that life. i am no hero in shining armor, just someone how has lost their way, and looking for atonement. why me? is there no one else in this city or country? runs through her mind as she tries to decide what to do.

taking the weapons from him as one of the orderlies comes up and points to a bed, frowning Nitalya says 'Sam is in charge, take care of this man, bill me when you are done, though dont let him leave until i get back.' looking at Rico as she takes his watch, she says in a low sharp tone 'you just had to get me involved, didnt you?'

Leaving the weapons at the desk she hurriedly clocks out and heads to her locker. grabbing her bag she rushes back to where she left the weapons and then out the door. the nurses might have looked at her in shock if they were not already working on getting Rico to the bed, doped up, cleaned up, and stitched up.

once out the door Nitalya rushes over to her bike, strapping on the watch she heads out.

The vacant warehouse immediately has a bad vibe the windows are bolted shut and covered in steel bars. A sniper sits in the shadows peering down from the roof “She’s here let her in he mouths onto his mike.” The doors open and Nitalya is ushered inside by a man the scene is bad the first guy probably Moynihan has a large tear in his throat leaking blood even through the thick dressings. Another woman is leaning against the wall a odd look in her eye like she’s left to go somewhere else and finally the last man has been so torn up its hard to make an identification his intestines are spilled being held in with a shirt and a belt his breath is shallow to the point of stopping and looks on the verge of death the medical supplies lay in a heap next to him an M-5 special forces med bag almost a Minnie hospital. The man who led Nitalya in has a gash on his cheek and a bandaged leg looks like something got stabbed through.” thank you for coming we had a doctor but he’s the worst torn up.” Genuine fear is on his face fear for his life for his comrades and most of all fear of something else.

once inside the scent of blood was strong causing her to glance about for the injured. she was pointed toward a fella who was drenched in blood, as she got closer she could tell he was dead. his flesh was pale and his eyes had already started to glaze over. Nitalya cursed rico under her breath for making her do this.

the next guy she can to was in critical condition, his abdomen had be sliced open possible causing internal damage. the fellas skin was pale from lack of blood, though he was still a live. she bends down as she grabs more fresh gloves from her coat. gesturing for him to move his arm, as he does she pulls back his shirt and exposes his wound. she turns her head slightly at the sight, looking up at the other two she starts backing orders 'i need some fresh bandages, and for someone to move your dead comrade to the van. come on people get to it'