<strong>Abandoned warehouse on 104th street</strong><br/><br/>"Jesus, Allan!"  Mary dismissed the injured woman after a quick once-over, black tag for that one.  "What the hell?  All those rounds fired, the cops should be all over this!"  She didn't waste time, her carryall was open, nitrile gloves on her hands before she finished talking.  "A sword?  Somebody took this guy down with a sword?"  Xeolite blood-stop bandages on the lesser wounds, then she gently pulled open the worst wound, her headlight giving her a precise ring of bright light on her work area.<br/><br/>"Mr. Brand."  After catching his attention, Mary turned her head towards the dying woman and shook her head slightly, then returned to the blond man she was working on.