<strong>Name</strong>| Simon<br/><strong>Location</strong>| Goodsprings "Doctor's Office"<br/><strong>Disposition</strong>| Irritated<br/><hr/>Thunder echoed in the silence.<br/><br/>Glancing up from the small table where he was cataloging some of the Doc's medical supplies, Simon turned to face the sound. The man went still as a statue, which was unnerving to see in a human being. Most people, give or take, still retained some semblance of movement when they held still. Simon could have been mistaken for a statue, that's how much he didn't move. He simply waited, listening quietly, tuning out the sounds of the machines and the chem set in the Doc's home where he had been working.<br/><br/>So when a second and third volley of gunfire cracked out against the stillness of the day, Simon heard them, clear as glass. He stood from the desk, neatly tucked in his chair, and kicked open a small trunk sitting by the desk. A metallic clinking filled the air as Simon knelt to rummage around in the box. A .357 magnum came out only to nestle in the holster at the medic's side. A short machete of some design found itself sheathed opposite the revolver, and pieces of leather tumbled out as Simon closed the box. He was strapping them on as Doc came downstairs, fully dressed and armed for bear.<br/><br/>"Mornin', Doc." Simon smiled cheerfully as he strapped on the leather armor, before slipping into his Doctor's coat. Bullet holes already adorned the coat from times gone by, but he liked the coat, so he wore it. "Sounds like a shindig goin' on outside." Doc smiled. "I need to stay behind and keep watch over these folks," he said pleasantly, although there was an edge to his voice that wasn't quite hidden. He motioned behind him to a few patients who lay resting on the beds in the back room.<br/><br/>Simon shrugged as he reached next to the desk, and pulled a dusty old cowboy repeater out from the shadows. He ran a finger over the engraved bronze plate that held a single word. "That's fair and good. I'll go take a poke around; see what I can suss out."<br/><br/>He slid one of the curtains partly to the side, and took a look down towards the saloon and the general store. Flashes of light, muted by the distance, marked the obvious appearance of gunshots. Simon slid down the wall to the door, slipped it open, and quietly stepped outside, closing the door. Sticking to cover as best he could, rifle out in front of him, he began to make his way down towards the store.