(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Samuel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Quinn, Ace<br/><hr/><br/>Sam just nodded and walked after the two. "Well, it shouldn't really be an issue. Even just having someone to throw ideas at will help, whether they actually care about what I'm saying or not," he said. He didn't know if Quinn or Ace would understand many of the medical concepts that he would have to go over in order to try and create a cure, but he knew that they both, at least, seemed to be levelheaded enough to not want to murder someone, which was definitely a positive. "Anyway," he began, staying close to the two of them as they tried to work their way through the crowd. "I don't know that we will need to pick up anything right away. But in a few days, at best, things are going to get worse as people stop doing their jobs, so we might lose power. If either of you knows where we might be able to find a few generators, it would make a world of difference."<br/><br/>He wasn't expecting it to be that easy, but Samuel could always hope that not everything was going to be an overly complicated pain in the ass. Getting out of Time Square was proving to be one hell of a pain in the ass though. People were bumping into them, and they were having to try and squeeze past idiots who were fighting and screaming at each other. Global death drug aside, it was still a really crappy day, and it probably wasn't going to get much better any time soon...