<div class="floatleft">(https://images.uncyclomedia.co/uncyclopedia/en/c/c0/SGDouche.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mystique<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Security guard appearance<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Raft (Hospital Wing)<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Dramatic Entrance, Foreshadowing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OOC Informational<br/><hr/>"We've got a fresh casualty!" came the call, as a paramedic wheeled a stretcher into the admitting area.  The man lying on it was clearly in bad shape, his guard uniform torn and burned, and his throat badly damaged.<br/>"Prep epinephrine and hook up an ECG.  We'll need to cut his clothes off."<br/>The patient wheezed dramatically at this point, gasping for air, lungs clearly failing. "Get him into a bay, now, we'll have to intubate."<br/>He was wheeled into a bay and the curtains were closed: patients had a nasty tendency to freak out when they watched a plastic tube being shoved down someone's throat, especially if anything went wrong.  The doctor prepared a syringe. "This is going to relax the muscles in your throat so that we can put a tube in and help you breathe."<br/>"Have to tell," the security guard gasped.<br/>"Tell what?" the doctor asked.<br/>"Tell you," the guard's voice was failing.  "Coming.  Coming through..."<br/>"Coming through what?" the doctor leaned in so that he could hear, and the guard reached up, pulling on the doctor's shirt to bring him closer, clearly desperate to deliver his message.<br/>"Coming," the guard delivered a savage headbutt that knocked the doctor unconscious. "Via the hospital wing."<br/><hr/>In Mystique's cell, a security guard lay unconscious, his hand still holding the collar that had been disabling her powers.