<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Kohlberg Station<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Sonakshi<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Donovan watched the short woman as she exploded in anger and got in his face. Calmly he took her outburst and only smiled in return. "You really don't think very highly of me do you Doc? You really think I would just go into a place, kill everyone that looks at me funny and rob them blind for personal gain then try to pay off my sins by giving some of my ill gotten goods to the common folk?" He shook his head in disappointment. "In all my years I have never once stepped foot in a legit hospital. It's always been clinics like that, and you generally have three types, My favorite being those ran by doctors like yourself, the ones that say fuck the rules, do what is necessary to save lives. Then there are the hacks that are in it for the money and cheep thrills of having someones life in their hands. Then there are the fucks that I just murdered. Criminals who are part of a bigger picture, that pull people off the street to harvest organs, or sell their clients into slavery when they cannot pay the bill after they get fixed."<br/><br/>Walking beside Sonakshi he opened the bag he was carrying and pulled out a stack of papers. "I said I took all their cash and valuables. This here is a list of all the people that couldn't pay their fees and were sold, had organs harvested, and were just pain killed on the operating table. People in that kind of business like to keep as small a trail as possible, but at the same time have enough dirt stock piled up so that if their backers try to screw them they have enough proof to sink them. I could tell from the moment we got in front of the doors that the kid took us to a place where we would be killed, harvested and whatever remained incinerated. When I stepped inside my suspicions were confirmed by the thugs inside instead of an assistant or clerk." Tucking the stack of papers back into the bag he grinned in a self satisfied manner that gave his face a very punchable look.<br/><br/>"You helped a monster kill other monsters. Feel as bad as you want, hate me to the ends of the universe, I don't care. I won't loose a second of sleep over taking out people like that. As for what we tell Iona. We went looking for meds and other supplies, I found them, and did a little cleaning up in the process. As first mate I will accept all responsibility for what happened and any punishments shall fall on my head not yours."<br/><br/>"As for keeping the money, you can have it, I have more than enough, I am going to find whatever I can on these people and their clients and start a horrible Christmas mailing list. Send each of the bastards something infectious that will turn their genitals into a festering, blistered covered, burning, half melted pile of slag. Or something explosive." Once again Donovan's face took on the familiar mask of reckless insanity as he lead Sonakshi out of the 'underground' and back into society.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>St. Anne<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Sonakshi<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan paid the shuttle pilot and gave him a decent tip before sending the man on his way. On their way back he stopped to buy Sonakshi a bottle of fine liquor using his own money for it as a gesture of good will between the two. Taking the boxes and bags from her once on board he carried them to the infirmary for her. "You go enjoy your shower and bottle, I have some digging to do." As he left the infirmary he paused standing beside Sonakshi and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Once you get out you can have at me and be extra rough about getting this slug outta my shoulder." He said with a smirk before walking away. "Don't even try to argue, this is an order from your superior, drink, shower, drink more, then you can operate on the madman." He called back to her steadily walking away.<br/><br/>He had left the cash in the bag with the rest of the supplies they acquired  taking out the data sticks and paper documents of the clinic's less than reputable dealings.  Dark thoughts swirled around in his head, accompanied by voices suggesting all sorts of wonderfully horrid things to do to any of the buyers on the list if he got a hold of them. Being a virtual slave by birth, then a human experiment numbed Donovan's morality when it came to people who dealt in human trafficking and forced medical procedures. Going to his quarters he sat on the plain bunk, eyes blazing as they zipped across the pages one by one pulling out all the important in formation and storing it at high speeds. He would explain to Iona what he had done to get the new supplies for the Doctor and tell her about the people he got them from. Not to justify her actions, but to let her know that he had possibly made himself even more enemies for them to watch out for.<br/><br/>He read and re-read the paper documents before going through the data sticks, which were much more detailed in what had been going on in the clinic and a more detailed listing of clientele while waiting to be called on by Sonakshi to get patched up.