<strong>Abandoned warehouse on 104th street</strong><br/><br/>"It just wouldn't die..."<br/><br/>Mary froze at those words.  She had heard  those exact words more than once on that terrible night two years ago.  She recovered very quickly though.<em>Torn, not cut.  No sword did this.  Claws?</em>She had no doubt now.  Just like that thing in Iraq.  Only total absorption in her work kept her from a quick glance at Brand.  Did he notice?  He did tend to notice things like that.<br/><br/>"This one's going to make it at least short term, Mr. Brand.  If you don't have a hospital or clinic to send him to, Alan and I can set up the usual facilities at whatever location you wish.  We will need to bring some people in for long-term care, however."  Her voice was steady.  Good.  Old work habit might just get her through this.