<b>Dark_Times</b><br/><br/>In your secret clinic is where you are currently relaxing, after an unpleasant night of sewing up a couple bullet holes on a whiny mobster. It was good cash, but it was hardly worth listening to a wet-behind-the-ears yes-man say "owowowow!" for almost two hours.<br/><br/>You have no worries about gangsters robbing you or your store. The last person to do so "magically disappeared" along with all of the perpetrators. You're protected, and your skill is your payment.<br/><br/>You don't like doing things illegally, but it usually means more money in your pocket, which means more food on your table. Your clinic is fully equipped, due to how much money you've earned, and you also have a small library of medical texts, all of which you've studied.<br/><br/>It's another afternoon in the slums. No one has arrived yet, but it isn't hard to foresee some poor schmuck running in with a bullet in his arm and a fist full of Benjamins.<br/><br/>Your current equipment:<br/>1 capped syringe full of a strong sedative<br/>1 scalpel<br/>1 old, stained labcoat<br/>casual outfit