[As they pass through more tightly wound areas, Damian is as quiet as marble stone. He barely even glances Jason's way. The clinic on the far outside doesn't seem to be getting many visitors, probably because those nearby are too sick and too poor to even make the short journey.

By the looks of it, people who go in might not even come back out.] You take the right. I'll take the left. We'll converge on them to make sure they aren't sneaking out the back with any "patients."

[He pauses.] Todd.

If you had to choose a warrant or a life, which would you pick?