<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Little Havana<br/>parked on a side street</strong><br/>"Yes, we need to", he nods enthusiastically while climbing in the car. "But you did very well! We might have more work for you in the future... heh! Remember how he went down? In, hit him, and out with guns blazing!"<br/>Tom was grinning all the time like a maniac, while pressing her shirt to his wound and using a switchblade to cut a strip, which he then put over it. He started texting while she drove, then turned to her.<br/>"Any chance you might know a doctor? I could spare a couple hundred more. I'd prefer one nearby, but I'd pay for getting me to any doctor, long as he's competent and discrete", he added almost as an afterthought. "If not, how much for driving me to Omni?"