Happy Hour

[Cazador]

Cazador continued to stare up at the cloudy sky. He could barely make out the red laser's light that was trying to pierce through the thick clouds. It looked like he did it. However, he was in no condition to be moving. So long as he got medical attention, Cazador would live to fight another die. It had been a long time since he had pushed himself to the point of his near destruction. It was a battle he would remember for a long time to come. He put his index and middle finger to his ear and attempted to make contact with Riley again. He spoke in a tired and weak voice. It obvious that he was exhausted.

"Riley... it's done. I need extraction... I'm bleeding out."

It was a struggle to stay awake. His wounds were getting the better of him as he struggled to stay conscious. With no power to his suit, the medifoam could not deploy into his shoulder. He was bleeding badly as he attempted to keep the pressure on it.

[Ayen]

"Riley... it's done. I need extraction... I'm bleeding out."

“Don't you worry 'bout nothing. Riley hook you up.”

Luckily for Cazador Riley had a lot of connections and people who owed him favors. One phone call and he'd have an ambulance already heading out to Cazador's location. Bringing him to a hospital would be too risky so the person driving the ambulance would have to bring him back to his house and operate on him there. But he was a train physician and would have Caz fixed up in no time.

((Feel free to play the physician in your next post))

[Cazador]

Cazador could hear the sound of a car coming to his direction. His vision had gone dark and could no longer see. The only thing serving his exhausted body was his ears. He could only picture what was happening in his environment. Lucky for him, it was the help Riley had promised. Out from the van came a physician and what appeared to be his driver. As his senses further left him, everything started to sound and feel like a dream to Cazador.

"Jeez he's in bad shape. Okay help me get him into the back of the van."

The driver and the medic lifted Cazador up and moved him to the back of the van. Inside there was medical equipment to help stop the bleeding and patch him up a bit. The real care would come once they returned to the physician's house. The driver moved to the front of the drivers seat and left the scene quickly before more reinforcements could come. Meanwhile in the back, the medic began to remove pieces of the damaged armor to get a look at Cazador's injuries.

"Holy shit..."

The driver turned his head back a little to talk.

"How bad is it?"

"Well he's got some broken bones and he's lost a lot of blood thanks to that wound on his shoulder. He should make it, but..."

The medic got a look at the dozens of battle scars that littered Cazador's body. Some of them looked very old. The countless battles he had been in were very obvious.

"This guy has gotten himself into some serious shit before."

The medic quickly got work on stopping the bleeding.

"What's the radar and radio chatter saying?"

"We're good."

A few hours had passed since the battle ensued. Cazador awoke in what looked like a basement. He'd been patched up and could see his damaged armor in the near by corner. Also in the room was the medic who saved him and his driver. They were on a couch watching some TV. It was nothing entertaining however. In a military state like Isafaro, most programs would be nothing, but propaganda to glorify Vulture. The bandaged up warrior slowly got up. He grumbled at the pain he was still feeling. The physician turned around to see Cazador getting up.

"Woah woah woah woah! Hold on a sec. You're far from being healed pal."

"Where's Riley?"

"He's fine. He called me up and told me to save your ass. I don't know where he is now though."

"Good. Then my job is done for now. I have to go."

"You deaf pal? You're not even close to being done healin. You go out there again then you'll get yourself killed and what good will you be to anyone huh... Look tell you what. Riley says you're ok so you can stay here till you're better. I don't like my work being all for nothin."

Cazador didn't say anything for moment, but then he spoke.

"You have any tools?"

"Some here and there. Nothing like what Riley has though. Why?

Cazador pointed towards his armor.

"If I'm gonna be here awhile then I need to be able to fix my armor... and I'll also need a drink... Something strong."

The medic nodded. Cazador had survived another long ordeal and escaped death. He would live on to fight another day much to the displeasure of Vulture.