It was a quiet ride back into the city proper from the wooded park. Not entirely silent, not at all, as the occasional moan of pain or quiet whimper escaped the uncomfortably living metas in Mary's tow. Having stolen three of the black SUVs, as many guns and Kevlar vests as they could hold, and all of the metas from the illegal lab, the Anti-Meta Militia would typically celebrate this as an absolute win!
But the mood was anything but celebratory in the lead SUV, or any of the other vehicles for that matter. The only vehicle Mary had her people take out to the location initially, a small truck, was keeping up the rear as Mary sat in the lead SUV alongside her lieutenant, Anne. Anne looked over at Mary, a quick glance, and made as if she was going to say something in her quiet, beautiful russian accent. However, she stayed quiet. Probably for the best, Mary wasn't in a very talkative mood.
Mary herself, covered head to toe in blood, gore, and viscera, sat with a terrible smile in the passenger seat. Her body and mind still drank heavily of the residual pain from the 'experiments' in the back she and her boys as rescued from that hellhole laboratory. Mary had 'fixed' them as best she could, stabilized those that could be stabilized, repaired the bones of those broken, and removed the pins and rods unnecessarily inserted into their poor bodies. Of course, her healing was nasty and incredibly painful, so Mary reserved it only for the most damaged bits of each patient.
But they needed real medical attention.
Mary could've dropped them off at a random hospital, but that would've looked terribly bad for her boys. The last thing she wanted was to appear as though her people had performed horrible experiments on Metas. The Anti-Meta Militia was against unregulated beings with powers, they had no desire nor intention to torture or experiment on Metas. So Mary decided to take these people to the only place she knew they would receive help and Mary wouldn't get questioned too hard.
At 2am in the morning, Mary stepped out of the front of the SUV, still caked red, and observed the sign above the large building.
Waters Pharmaceuticals.
Snapping her fingers, she gestured for her boys to start unloading and gently helping the ten metas out of the SUVs. They were a sorry sight to be sure, bloody and still in strange gowns, they slowly emerged from the SUVs and followed the directions of Mary's men. One of them broke down as they emerged and saw the pharmaceutical building, believing it to be a public clinic in the city. Morris held the poor kid in his arms as he sobbed, looking at Mary helplessly as Mary ignored the scene and headed directly for the door.
Stopping at the double glass doors, Mary made as if to start pounding on them. However, she thankfully stopped herself. Still in the presence of so much raw pain- Mary was afraid she might burst down the glass doors if she but breathed on them too hard. Leaning over, she pressed the button on the intercom buzzer and spoke. Her voice was quiet, terribly calm, and level headed.
"Beatrice, dear, I need you's. I know you's work late, you's makin' a cure. Please come to the door, I have people who- they need you's. They need you."
But the mood was anything but celebratory in the lead SUV, or any of the other vehicles for that matter. The only vehicle Mary had her people take out to the location initially, a small truck, was keeping up the rear as Mary sat in the lead SUV alongside her lieutenant, Anne. Anne looked over at Mary, a quick glance, and made as if she was going to say something in her quiet, beautiful russian accent. However, she stayed quiet. Probably for the best, Mary wasn't in a very talkative mood.
Mary herself, covered head to toe in blood, gore, and viscera, sat with a terrible smile in the passenger seat. Her body and mind still drank heavily of the residual pain from the 'experiments' in the back she and her boys as rescued from that hellhole laboratory. Mary had 'fixed' them as best she could, stabilized those that could be stabilized, repaired the bones of those broken, and removed the pins and rods unnecessarily inserted into their poor bodies. Of course, her healing was nasty and incredibly painful, so Mary reserved it only for the most damaged bits of each patient.
But they needed real medical attention.
Mary could've dropped them off at a random hospital, but that would've looked terribly bad for her boys. The last thing she wanted was to appear as though her people had performed horrible experiments on Metas. The Anti-Meta Militia was against unregulated beings with powers, they had no desire nor intention to torture or experiment on Metas. So Mary decided to take these people to the only place she knew they would receive help and Mary wouldn't get questioned too hard.
At 2am in the morning, Mary stepped out of the front of the SUV, still caked red, and observed the sign above the large building.
Waters Pharmaceuticals.
Snapping her fingers, she gestured for her boys to start unloading and gently helping the ten metas out of the SUVs. They were a sorry sight to be sure, bloody and still in strange gowns, they slowly emerged from the SUVs and followed the directions of Mary's men. One of them broke down as they emerged and saw the pharmaceutical building, believing it to be a public clinic in the city. Morris held the poor kid in his arms as he sobbed, looking at Mary helplessly as Mary ignored the scene and headed directly for the door.
Stopping at the double glass doors, Mary made as if to start pounding on them. However, she thankfully stopped herself. Still in the presence of so much raw pain- Mary was afraid she might burst down the glass doors if she but breathed on them too hard. Leaning over, she pressed the button on the intercom buzzer and spoke. Her voice was quiet, terribly calm, and level headed.
"Beatrice, dear, I need you's. I know you's work late, you's makin' a cure. Please come to the door, I have people who- they need you's. They need you."
