[Don't bring Batdad into this!!! You'd think he'd get a few brownie points for being prepared. No? Fine. But give him a little credit, kiddo, they've got a job to do. And sometimes all you've really got to do is put a scare in where it really counts.
Besides, even if the warrant didn't specifically bar them from bringing in a body, this one's a no-brainer. Dead men are even worse than sick ones when it comes to shaking down for answers.
Even while he's ducking around to the other side of the clinic, it's hard to miss the sound of commotion. He puts two and two together quick to use it to his advantage. Kid really knows how to ham it up. The opposite entrance is wide open when he gets there, and he cracks the door open to slip inside quietly. The clinic is small and cramped and crowded with people, but most of them have either rushed for the disturbance (staff, medics, curious rubberneckers) or ignore him wholesale (the sick, mostly. overflow from the crowded rooms, camped in quieter corners and emptier halls.) The one place they don't seem to scatter is a singular door at the end of the hall. There's a tallish man stationed at the door, looking more like a bouncer than an orderly.
Looks a lot like paydirt, really. Keep 'em busy a few more minutes, Damian.
Turning around, he ducks back outside to scan for windows until he lands on the right one. Cracked open by inches to let in the stuffy Westerley air. Inside is Zan Nikora, strapped down to a bed and—for now—seemingly sedated.
Slipping inside, he unlocks the door and opens it quick, dragging Mr. Bouncer inside before he can react and slamming him back against the wall. Hard enough to stun, one gloved hand clapped over his mouth. Pitched low, soas not to draw more attention to them—]
Relax, hoss, I'm just here to take your patient off your hands.
[Incapacitating the guard and getting Nikora out of his restraints takes a few minutes of time. (No offense, buddy, but can't have you raising the alarm while they're making off with the goods.) If he can sneak off through the far entrance before Damian is done with his act, they can avoid a scene altogether.
There are enough sick milling about the clinic and the streets that one man supporting another shouldn't look too suspect at first glance. But it has been long enough that the novelty of Damian's distraction just might start wearing off.]
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Besides, even if the warrant didn't specifically bar them from bringing in a body, this one's a no-brainer. Dead men are even worse than sick ones when it comes to shaking down for answers.
Even while he's ducking around to the other side of the clinic, it's hard to miss the sound of commotion. He puts two and two together quick to use it to his advantage. Kid really knows how to ham it up. The opposite entrance is wide open when he gets there, and he cracks the door open to slip inside quietly. The clinic is small and cramped and crowded with people, but most of them have either rushed for the disturbance (staff, medics, curious rubberneckers) or ignore him wholesale (the sick, mostly. overflow from the crowded rooms, camped in quieter corners and emptier halls.) The one place they don't seem to scatter is a singular door at the end of the hall. There's a tallish man stationed at the door, looking more like a bouncer than an orderly.
Looks a lot like paydirt, really. Keep 'em busy a few more minutes, Damian.
Turning around, he ducks back outside to scan for windows until he lands on the right one. Cracked open by inches to let in the stuffy Westerley air. Inside is Zan Nikora, strapped down to a bed and—for now—seemingly sedated.
Slipping inside, he unlocks the door and opens it quick, dragging Mr. Bouncer inside before he can react and slamming him back against the wall. Hard enough to stun, one gloved hand clapped over his mouth. Pitched low, soas not to draw more attention to them—]
Relax, hoss, I'm just here to take your patient off your hands.
[Incapacitating the guard and getting Nikora out of his restraints takes a few minutes of time. (No offense, buddy, but can't have you raising the alarm while they're making off with the goods.) If he can sneak off through the far entrance before Damian is done with his act, they can avoid a scene altogether.
There are enough sick milling about the clinic and the streets that one man supporting another shouldn't look too suspect at first glance. But it has been long enough that the novelty of Damian's distraction just might start wearing off.]