Carin argued with the Tokyo chief for several more moments as Kimiko dutifully went about her work with the help of her other companion. Ryū Teinó was turned over onto a stretcher, his neck placed in a brace and the wound on his head properly dressed and bandaged. She was a field medic, not a hospital doc, after all. She and her companion ensured he was strapped in tight and unable to move too much.<br/><br/>"Ready to go, boss!" Kimiko called out after they were done.<br/><br/>Carin, her face calm, turned away from the tense, raging face of the Tokyo chief who looked as if steam would erupt from beneath her armor's collar any second. "Then get us home!" she commanded.<br/><br/>Kimiko's companion removed a hockey puck-sized device from her utility belt and set it on the ground some distance away. It let out a shrill beep and twin plastic rods shot out along the ground, a meter in either direction and began to glow a warning red as the device beeped faster and faster. Less than ten seconds later, a blinding white flash of light and a thunderous crash of noise erupted from the air above the device. In its place was a shimmering circle two meters across, partially embedded in the street along the path of the warning lights. In the middle of the circle, viewed from either side along its two-dimensional length, was a spartan-looking room in a uniform color of white tiled floors and bare white walls.<br/><br/>Kimiko and her companion hefted the stretcher and carried it through the rift without another word, disappearing through a secure door a few steps beyond and into another, equally-sterile looking hospital trauma ward. Carin followed a few moments later and the rift snapped shut with another crack of thunder. A feeling of disorientation and mild nausea heralded their transit through an interdimensional rift linking Tokyo with Pacifica City, in central Kansas, half a world away.<br/><br/>The stretcher was deposited on a large hospital bed and removed out from under him with the restraints being transferred to the bed frame. Two nurses in more conventional scrubs and a taller man in a full facemask and scrubs were quick to attend him, running various devices over his body (mostly, his head) and removing his clothing with shears to tend to the many minor cuts and scrapes.<br/><br/>"Lay still," one of the nurses said, not missing a beat, "you've taken a blow to the head, let us check you out, first."<br/><br/>There was no way out of the room. Carin stood out of their way, tending to paperwork on a tablet. She had plenty of information on him, now that they had his fingerprints and a solid photo to run by the Japanese authorities.