<strong>Abandoned Warehouse on 104th Street</strong><br/><br/>The area had been somewhat blocked off by various vehicles, with a few men and women in suits bearing automatic weapons  keeping people from asking too many questions.  Upon seeing her and her van, one of the women nodded, gesturing for her to pass through without a word.<br/><br/>Inside was a complete mess.  Three bodies were splayed about in various stages of damage, with Mr. Brand nodded politely to her, but he seemed deeply concerned, breaking a demeanor he had spent decades perfecting into an emotionless stare.  He had a briefcase already set for her, which contained double her usual payment in small denominational bills, the way he always paid her.<br/><br/>One of the three was already being worked on by another street doctor, Allan Burkowitz.  From a distance, the damage looked like severe frostbite, and Dr. Burkowitz was treating it as such.  The patient was already drugged and looking peaceful.  He managed only a brief glance to Mary, an apology that she had to be called in during a day off, but couldn't spend more than just that second before he continued his work upon his patient.<br/><br/>Of the other two, one already looked to be pretty far gone.  The young woman in a bloody trenchcoat looked as though most of her insides had been grabbed and yanked out by tiny, whirling blades.  She'd likewise been drugged, but it only took a glance to realize that even the best hospital could never patch her up.<br/><br/>The last one was a man with his blood splayed out all over the area, drugged already but with only basic training applied to keep him alive long enough for Mary to get here.  The wounds looked deep, perhaps a sword, or some sort of talon; even deeply inspecting the wounds, it was difficult to tell too much after basic work had already been done.<br/><br/>Around the three lay hundreds of rounds of casings, their automatic weapons fired in heavy abundance, but with no victim laying clear.  In similar situations which Mary had seem before, there would always be a fourth body, someone else or a number of people which had been gunned down and would be taken care of after she'd left.