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[ Well, there is essentially nothing Ayden does better than follow direct orders. ]

empty warehouse 12th and Brown

its not safe there are bad people dark things

stay where you are

[Ayden will hear an engine outside the warehouse, pulling around to the back.

The engine is barely off before Aaron is out the door. He's torn between caution and urgency, and glances at Jack. Your call.]

[Mordin jogs up to them. He's holding a flashlight (though it's not turned on just yet) and there is the unmistakable shape of a holster on his hip. He nods at Strider. Voice low, he asks:

Plan?

[Jack's out of the truck just as quickly, gun in hand. He only takes a quick glance to size up Mordin... keeping in mind what he'd heard about the 'werewolf' encounters, and that it's just the three of them, splitting up doesn't seem like such a hot idea.]

One of you grab the door. I'll take point after that. Stay close.

[ For all of the high tensions and caution running rampant just outside, the inside of the warehouse is startlingly silent and still. Ayden's long since stopped responding to the network; there's a messy and haphazard smear of blood over where he first scribbled out his number on the ground. Now he's just laying listlessly on his side, staring at the little monster in the corner that is quietly staring back.

He threw something at it a few hours ago, and it hasn't tried to get any closer than a few feet since then. Right now it's gnawing on an old rusty pipe. Of course, Ayden's rescuers won't be able to see it; no one that Ayden's run into so far can. It must be just in his head.

The wound he clawed into his arm to get the blood to write with has stopped bleeding. It doesn't even hurt. He's sore all over and everything aches but he doesn't even hurt.

Dr. Strider will be here soon. It'll be okay. He'll have to make this up to Aaron somehow. ]

[Aaron heads for the door, taking a moment to listen. He hears nothing -- no obvious sounds at least -- so he pulls a breath and yanks the door open, stepping clear of the doorway.

He can't see in, and it's frustrating. Not that he doesn't trust Solus, but Aaron doesn't trust Jack, and he very badly wants to know what's going on in the warehouse.

But he will be patient and let the others go first, since he is the only one present without a gun.]

[Jack advances into the warehouse, gun at the ready, It's far too quiet, aside from the small group's echoing footsteps, putting Jack a little on edge. But fortunately the place isn't too large, and with the help of Mordin's flashlight, it doesn't take long to spot where Ayden's lying near the back and hurry towards him.]

[Mordin advances quickly behind him, and sweeps the flashlight over the remaining warehouse. Seeing nothing, he joins Jack and Ayden, glacning over at Aaron.]

Clear, Strider. Can examine patient.

[ Ayden gives a whimper at the sudden beam of light, sluggishly lifting a hand to try and block out the brightness. He's shivering, the clothing that Jack left him with filthy and torn at one sleeve. Everything's too bright and loud and he feels nauseous. He just wants to lie down and sleep. But now there are all these noises and he doesn't know that voice that's speaking. Why are there so many people here? Is he imagining them too...?

Out of the corner of his eye, the creature starts moving to intercept the approaching party, but Ayden wards it off. It seems to listen to him, at least. When he waves it away, it retreats. ]

Dr. Strider...?

Who-- Who's there?

[ Ayden's voice is a little bit breathless and more than a little afraid. ]

Sssh.

[As soon as Aaron got the go-ahead he was in the warehouse, ducking down to crouch by Ayden's side. He makes a cursory examination...]

He's lost a lot of blood, and his arm's infected, but there don't seem to be any other wounds.

[Jack lets the doctors do their thing, more focussed on scanning the warehouse for any hint of unusual activity. He does recognize Ayden, exactly who he had wondered if it was, but he's not the best person to help him out now. Better standing guard.]

How easy to move? Should get him to clinic - better access to full resources.

[Mordin's actually somewhat nervous - something did this to Ayden, and whatever it his, he can't see it.]

[ There's a clatter as some of the things at the top of one of the scrap piles strewn about come tumbling down to the ground. Ayden can clearly see the culprit as being that imaginary creature of his, who walked into the junk as it retreated from the strange men.

Which is strange because hallucinations shouldn't be able to move objects, but no one else can see the creature so it has to be a figment of Ayden's mind, right...?

He feels dizzy. But Dr. Strider is here, so everything's going to be okay. But, oh. Dr. Strider is... ]

I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean to make problems, Dr. Strider. I'm sorry.

[Aaron's eyes flick over to the scrap pile, then back to Ayden.]

He can be moved without trouble. Did you drive here, Mordin?

[A pickup truck isn't ideal for patient transport, but he's made do before. Did Mordin have any better ideas?]

Ayden, are you hurt anywhere else?

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