<strong>Outside Cafe Georgio's, One week previous </strong><br/><br/>Nash kept her face utterly blank as she slipped out of the van and took in the bizarre display in the alley.<em>What the hell happened here?</em>"$200 is fine."  She said tersely as she yanked her carryall off the passenger seat and set to work on the amputee.  She already knew it was a waste of time, though.  She caught the graffitti artists' eye and shook her head as she drew morphine from an ampule into a syringe and gave the dying man a hefty dose.  She spoke to him softly, soothingly as the painkiller kicked in.<br/><br/>As he faded into unconsciousness she said quietly "He isn't going to make it," and moved to the other relatively less burned man.  "You probably will."  She told him as she drew another, smaller dose of morphine into a fresh syringe and shot him up.  The poor light didn't seem to bother her, she efficiently cut away his clothes from the burns and began carefully picking away blackened flesh .  She paused and shook her head then darted to the back of her van and yanked open the cargo door.  A quick rummage and she came back with a small jar of burn cream.  "Silvadene.  Good stuff for burns, has some antibiotic properties.  A little goes a long way but  these burns, don't be shy about using it.  She slathered the cream on the burns and started binding them up.<br/><br/>"He can't ride a motorbike, and shouldn't even  sit, really.  We can load them  in my van and I'll take them wherever you need to go." She was putting together a sack of gauze pads, surgical tape and antibiotics as she talked.  She took another look around the alley.  Bizarre, not even car bombs caused iinjury like this.  They atomized people, tore them apart, but these wounds....weird, just weird.  "Your turn, buddy.  Unless you want to wait till we get where you want to go  You shouldn't drive, though.  Get in the van with the other two."