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@emberynus-the-dragonslayer I might be there  . . .

@naiya-dyani @kayla-skywriter Ok,  here’s the next part ( I just made up the FRMS [First Response Medic Squad] off the top of my head. Anybody can refer to it or add charries to it if they want to. I have no copyrights! 🙂  )

“That depends on whether they have one of our sparrows or not.” Rob returned, his brows furrowing. Whats with this hostile attitude, kid?

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The agent twisted himself around, his eyes dark with shadows . . . and suspicion.

“Who are you?” he challenged.

“Mockingbird FRMS  Megyn Harris.” She recited quickly, “Please, Sir. He’s bleeding badly. ”

“Well, you can come along with us and talk to the Tower Warden about-”

“Please, Sir!” She implored, her voice rose a little in her urgency. “There isn’t much time. It’s a long trek to the Tower and in that amount of time, he could bleed to death, if something isn’t done about it!”

His partner spoke for the first time.”She’s got a point. We can’t question him if he’s dead.”

The first agent nodded. “True,” he admitted. Turning to her, he continued, “Alright, just enough to slow the bleeding down. But then you better come along with us and talk to the Tower Warden before taking any further action.”

“Thank you, Sir.” she replied gratefully as she knelt beside the young man. Slipping her backpack from her shoulder, she swiftly unzipped the main pouch and snatched out a three foot strip of cloth.

As she eased the young man’s leg into her lap and slid his pant’s leg up to the knee, she winced slightly.  The silver moonlight exposed the wound, dark, gaping and sticky with blood. Fairly serious injury, she thought.

Folding the length of cloth into a flat strip, she leaned over and wrapped it twice around the leg just above the wound, pulled it tight and swiftly tied a square knot.

“There.” She murmured softly, gently lowering his leg to the ground again.

“Let’s move.” The first agent stooped over and lifted the young man in his arms. Straightening up, he strode off down the street, his partner following in his shadow.

Megyn shouldered her backpack and sprang up. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed the youth she left. Gesturing to him, she hurried after the agents.