Mary was in a parking lot finishing off a meal of Taco Hell's best when her phone buzzed.  Actually, she loved Taco Bell, but one of the guys she had served in with in Iraq had called it Taco Hell, and the name stuck in her head for keeps.<br/><br/>She flipped the cheapie tracfone on and listened attentively  "No questions, cash up front."  She was already starting the engine and starting to roll out. "Cafe Georgio's, I know it.  Ten minutes, keep still and calm. What happened?"  A hacking cough, flu?  Tuberculosis?  Lovely, just lovely, but she was very careful to keep her own Vaccinations up to date.  Her van was a nondescript white Chevy Astro not so new, not too dirty blended in just fine.  She didn't, not always, a tallish dirty-blond white woman was noticeable in many of the neighborhoods she found patients at but she was generally left alone.  She was needed...and she had already shown that she wasn't afraid to fight.<br/><br/>She wasn't stupid either.  Her van did hold things that were a junkie's dream after all so she kept her eyes open as she pulled into the alleyway and checked the .380 she kept at the small of her back.<br/><br/>(http://images02.olx.com/ui/1/19/46/3481346_2.jpg)