[center][h1]Barlour City Hospital[/h1][/center]

Gene shrugged. If Antonio was cool with being cooked to a delicious golden brown, then Gene was too. The less problems he had with his current predicament, the better.

Gene front-flipped onto Rocinante's sidecar, made a semi-circle rotation in mid-air, and landed ass-first in the sidecar to rousing applause from his own ego. Confident that he'd done this simple act with as much needless flair as possible, Gene put his feet up and leisurely leaned back in his seat.

"[color=goldenrod]Let's blow this armpit of a city and haul ass to greener pastures! Kick it, crispy![/color]"

Rocinante started up as smoothly as it always did, and soon enough they were cruising down the wartorn streets of Barlour. [i][color=goldenrod]The dudes who want this place could have it[/color][/i], Gene considered, [i][color=goldenrod]I just need to find a good, safe place to get back to Paradiso from. If those asswads in the Council were right about the endtimes coming, I'd better see what those asswads in Heaven want me to do.[/color][/i]