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"I need to call, get him in." Dan nodded towards the garage Aria already knew, and then clenched his hand on the driving wheel. "And you need to come back on foot. Wouldn't be good if someone saw us coming back in that car."

"Sure." She wanted to shrug, but she couldn't, since her shoulders were burdened by Pickle's weight. She knocked the way she remembered, not giving a flying fuck about her companion raising up the phone to his ear. Last thing she saw before the garage opened was a frown on Dan's face.

Could mean anything, really.

"What happened?" the doctor asked, and then, seeing her face, raised his eyebrow and looked at the patient. "What's with you and the gunshots, huh?"

"I'm bulletproof, people don't like me, and the ricochets are random." She shrugged, throwing her companion on the bed. "This time, though, he had more luck than he could imagine."

The doctor glanced at his stomach, putting on latex gloves and he nodded with appreciation.