<br/><br/><strong>Outside Cafe Georgio's, one week previously.</strong><br/><br/>"Mark my van?"  Mary looked at him carefully, she wasn't really getting a Gang vibe and the way the other guy had silenced him with a look... "I'd rather you not.  I stay out of jail by blending in.  White vans are everywhere, white vans with, hmm, with graffiti are everywhere too."<br/><br/>She shrugs and turns to the axeman.  "You paid, I treat you.  I don't do things half way."  Something was bothering her about the burns on the men.  It looked almost like- no, that was goofy.  But it looked like literal ropes of fame had tried to bind them, in places.  And the decayed corpse.  Mary kept her attention focused on her work as she patched up the axeman but the flesh on the axe was rotting.  The corpse was rotting.  Why chop up a long dead body?  She had seen enough carnage to be a good judge of how old a corpse was and this one gave her very weird signals.  Dead a long time, but if it had been dead as long as she suspected, the flesh should be dessicated.<em>Very, very strange</em>, she mused.<br/><br/>"C'mon Theo,"  she said with a slight smile "Give me a hand with Red, and I will forget your names the second you're out of my sight."  There was a light stretcher in the van, Mary strapped Red onto it loosely and pointed to a cushion for Theo and handed him a bottle of water as she shut the cargo door and settled into the driver's seat.  She pointedly didn't look at what the axeman was doing.  What she didn't know, she couldn't talk about.<br/><br/>(http://www.3dshop.org.uk/images/pic.jpg)