"That's too bad," Doctor Morris says cheerfully, wrapping Linwood's arm in a bandage in a way that even Linwood can tell isn't standard procedure.  "Now hold on.  I'm going to get you a wheelchair and then we're heading out of here through a side door before the receptionist gets around to calling the cops about your gunshot wound.  Oh, and she knows you're lying.  The gangers around here use mostly nine mil, and this's a hit from a twenty two."<br/><br/>He grins.<br/><br/>"Did you think we'd leave you in the lurch?  You're one of the keynote speakers!  Now try to look shellshocked.  I'll send someone for your truck later."<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>(five minutes earlier...)<br/><br/>"Weird?  You're gonna have to be more specific, man.  This is Queeriforniya.  Our norm is someone else's bugnuts!"<br/><br/>Danny pulls the car to a perfect commando stop, backs up through traffic, and leaves the engine idling as he takes up two handicapped spots by the side of a small medical clinic.<br/><br/>"Did I say Rocky's last roomie was a girl?  Wait here.  I'm going to go get the other guy.  Word is he's gotten himself in trouble already.  Hang on."<br/><br/>He disappears into the hospital, leaving Ethan to ponder events.