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Who: Mordin Solus (

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What: Vermini attack near the clinic
Where: LSR clinic, Dead District
When: Evening of the 16th

Mordin is actually tired for once. The clinic is never too good about money, and he's been staying up longer and longer looking at the budget, trying to make things work.

The clinic will survive, but barely. And on top of figuring out exactly what this thing on his wrist is...

Well, it's been a long week.

"Strider," he calls. "Believe someone at the door."

(Spoiler alert: it's not a patient.)

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Well, that was strange. The door wasn't locked during business hours, and most people figured that out pretty quickly. Aaron headed out into the waiting room, over to the door and pulled it open.

Slam!

Quick as thought, Aaron bolted the heavy door shut from the inside, eyes wide.

Mordin glances up. "Strider?"

He looks surreptitiously towards his gun. If those creatures are here again, or for that matter the police have decided to show up, it was probably going to be violent.

"Creatures," Aaron says quickly, backing away from the door. "Not the ones from the cave, it's the small ones from April. There's a swarm of things out there -- rats, mostly, from the looks of them."

He glances around at the windows -- barred shut, as usual. The creatures would gain no entry there, and the back door was locked as well. Operating in this part of town meant caution, and Aaron was grateful in hindsight that the building was as secure as it was.

His own gun -- which he did keep in the clinic -- was in a small safe in the office.

"They're not strong, but...there's a lot of them."

"Grues, yes?" Mordin asks, loading his own gun. He taps his omnitool. "Device appears to have combat capabilities. Suppose this is as good a time as any to test. Open door, Strider."

Aaron looks at Mordin sideways, doubt in his eyes. "Are you sure? There must be thirty of them out there."

His eyes went from Mordin, to the omnitool, to the hallway that led to the office.

"Will be open for only a second," Mordin affirms. "Besides, device surprisingly intuitive to use - confident that it will work."

He stands slightly back from the door, and the omnitool grows. His gun is on his hip, and his eyes are clear and focused.

Aaron hesitates a moment longer, then nods.

"Very well."

He unbolts the door, then yanks it open -- not all the way, but enough to give Mordin a clear shot.

Mordin activates the program. Rats shriek as red lightning jumps across them - several of them die outright, being as small as they are. Mordin puts a few shots into the crowd and leans back, motioning for his colleague to close it again.

Aaron shuts it quickly, looking at the omnitool.

"I confess, I only find myself envying your device more and more."

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"Didn't know it would be that effective," Mordin says, looking at it. "Surprisingly versatile tool. Suspect it has other combat functions as well - not sure how to unlock them, though."

"How many shots does it have?" Aaron asked. "There's still at least a dozen more out there."

"Runs off same power source as rest of device - not sure what it is, but remarkably long-lasting," Mordin says, examining it. "Will recharge in - ah, yes, done. Door, please."

He readies the device again.

A nod.

He opened the door, and stood clear, feeling a little bit outclassed but a lot grateful for the fact that they had this weapon at all.

Mordin zaps the rats again, and more Vermini corpses appear, rejected from the rat's bodies as they die. The remaining Vermini-infested rats retreat as Mordin shoots a few more times after them, but the bulk of the attack is dealt with, and now all that's left are the bodies, which Mordin examines distastefully.

"Going to have to deal with this," he says, wrinkling his nose. "Think it's safe to call pest control?"

"That depends," Aaron says, eyeing the corpses thoughtfully, "on whether we can give a plausible cause of death." If that weapon killed the rats in a way that would raise questions, they'd be better off dealing with the things themselves. In an incinerator, maybe.

"Don't think it will," Mordin says. "Death by neural shock - doesn't leave much visible. Still, better safe than sorry."

He grabs a garbage bag from inside the clinic and begins to gather up some of the rats, tossing the bodies into the bag.

"Agreed. Rats don't drop dead of their own accord, and I don't want to leave any indication, no matter how small, that this isn't a normal clinic. We can't be shut down."

No one could afford that. There were too many people coming in with physical changes, injuries from mutant animals, and power abuse. A normal hospital would get their names and addresses, and visiting one would be inviting a police investigation.

Donning gloves, he helped Mordin gather up the rest of the rats -- though there wasn't anyone around (there rarely was) it would be best to get rid of those things as quickly as possible.

Some time later, Mordin scans the last one, tosses into the bag, and turns to his colleague. "Believe we're done. Suggestions for disposal?"

"The incinerator," Aaron says, with finality.

"Good idea," Mordin says. "Know of one, will take care of it. Can manage the clinic for about an hour?"

"Of course." If there was an emergency that he needed help to handle, he'd let Mordin know immediately, of course. It went without saying.

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