<strong>Sunset Club, Present Day.</strong><br/><br/>Mary rapped sharply on the door, then entered quickly.  Still no cops in sight, or much of anyone else for that matter but watchful care kept her out of a surprising amount of trouble.  The smell of pizza, echos of suddenly ceased conversation greeted her as she entered.  "Mary  coming in." She called not loudly, but clearly.  She had begun to suspect that the bikers had ways of knowing who entered already, but announcing one's presence was always a friendly gesture.  Beside, she had gotten hints from Carrie's ramblings that others would be joining the three bikers.<br/><br/><br/>"And here they are."  She murmured softly at the sight of the thre newcomers.  Two adults, male and female,  a younger...woman, she decided after a moment.  She had her carryall over her shoulder, both hands were full with Wal-Mart bags.  She lifted her burdened hands out to her sides and said "You have the drop on me.  Over the counter, off the shelf medical supplies mostly."  She walked slowly into the room and carefully set the bags on a table. "I don't know your names, but I kinda expected you.  Mary Nash, I'm a street doc.  The van with the weird logo outside is mine."<br/><br/>(http://images02.olx.com/ui/1/19/46/3481346_2.jpg)   (http://img827.imageshack.us/img827/456/healeru.jpg)<br/><br/>