[color=00a651][b]Dr. Arthur West - Sunrise[/b][/color]

The early morning sunrise crept out and over the horizon and Arthur woke to the sound of loud rotary blades cutting through the air. It was an unmistakable sound, and not one that his was particularly pleased to hear. It took him a minute or two, to truly register the sound and realize what it probably meant. 

He quickly threw on his clothes and labcoat and rushed out the door of the church. It only occurred to him briefly after he'd exited that standing outside with an unknown vertibird flying around outside was probably not the smartest idea. He was quick to blame the early morning grogginess however.

Arthur looked to the sky and, sure enough, there was the tell-tale aircraft. He saw the craft first, and then he noticed the insignia on it. He let out an audible gasp,

"The Brotherhood..."

His thoughts immediately began racing with the possibilities. Who were they here for? Him? Rick? Or maybe...maybe Frieda..it was hard to tell. Perhaps they'd track one or all of them down somehow. Or perhaps Ace had figured it out and let his Brotherhood comrades know where to find them. He looked down and realized he was clutching his Institute pistol. Had he grabbed it on his way out? He couldn't remember. He'd been in such a rush he couldn't really be sure. What was he going to do? Shoot them? Run for it? He looked around desperately. Frieda wasn't in the clinic and he had no idea where Rick might be. He'd have to warn them. He'd have to..

Arthur stopped his train of thought as he noticed that the aircraft appeared to be carrying something. Not only that, but there was Ace: ready to meet the vertibird and its occupants. It was hard to tell what exactly the device they were carrying was, but from the looks of it, it seemed like of a generator of some sort. Brotherhood scribes dropped off from the vertibird began helping Ace set it up, and Arthur breathed a small sigh of relief....maybe they weren't here for anyone after all. The fact that The Brotherhood was here at all still left him uneasy however. If they even suspected where he'd come from, or Rick, or Frieda...well...they'd probably all be lining a wall blindfolded before the day was out. And he wasn't confident the town would shelter them if The Brotherhood had them in their sights. 

He needed to talk to someone. Rick might know what to do, although he'd probably advise just to steer clear of them and lay low, at least for the time being. He hoped Frieda had seen them arriving too, and was coming to the same conclusions he was. Of course, she wouldn't know why [i][b]he[/b][/i] was so alarmed by them...that might make things a bit awkward...but nevertheless he'd still try and warn her if he could. 

Once more he looked down, saw his pistol, and quickly stuffed it under his labcoat. He walked back into the clinic, hid it underneath his makeshift mattress, and then walked back outside: hoping to find Rick, Frieda, or both. To anyone else, he'd just say the aircraft had woken him up and he'd decided to go out for a walk.
 
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Nothing out of the ordinary, just the town Doctor out for a morning stroll. Nothing more. [/i]