[hider=Plattsburgh 11:00am-2:00pm]Just before they all got in the Rangerover, Stan stopped by Sandy to get the list of medicines they needed. Bradley was staying back this time and the team was made up of Stan, Jack and Tom. The sleek green Rangerover hybrid whined out of the parking lot driven again by Stan. Trees lined the road either side until they got out to the two way main road which had telephone wires and a few houses here and there. Not even twenty minutes passed and they were at the strip mall. 

They pulled up to a shop that said "Seeds and Flowers" on the outside. Stan parked close to the building entrance which was easy as only a few cars were parked there. The building, which had metal bars on the windows had the lights on. Stan let his rifle hang from his back and peeked through the door window before entering followed by Jack and Tom. A woman of about 60 with her grey hair in a bun was behind the counter. 
She eyed them suspiciously as they entered.
"Hello, im from the clan MacStewart community centre and..."
She eyed the black rifle barrel poking out from his back and began to back away.
Stan raised both hands palms empty "We have money. We have money." he quickly said.
"We have MONEY and we'll PAY you." He stressed the terms "We're from a community centre and we need some seeds for vegetables."
She looked a little confused and then called "Arnie?" to the back of the room which was filled with shelves of grow bags. 
A moment passed and Stan kept his palms up for good measure. Then Arnie appeared. A younger, fitter, rotund looking man with black hair, of about the same age. "Can i help you?"
"Have you got any seeds for us to BUY." Stan said while trying to smile. "We're local" He added. "Just off church street, by the old summer camp.  We were thinking we could grow some extra food and anyone that would sell to us we could enter into a business relationship, sell back to them stuff WE have. Safety in numbers. Until all of this has blown over..."
"We're all out of seeds." Arnie said.
Stan looked crestfallen. 
"They were all bought up by the traffic that came through yesterday" Arnie said.
Arnie looked over the strange young man in front of him wearing the tartain pants.
"What community centre did you say you were from again?" he added.
"We're from the Clan MacStewart community centre up by the old summer camp. Theres a bunch of us." Stan said.
Arnie mulled this over for a nanosecond.
"You dont need seeds. You want vines and grow bags." He finally said, confidingly. "Noone bought any vines or soil."
Stan continued cautiously. "How many can you sell me?"
"I can let you have about 12 tomatoe and squash vines today. And about 12 more each month." He said slowly.
"Sounds good to me." Stan said looking at Jack and Tom. "Lets pay the man."
A little while later and the back trunk was filled with vines and soil bags.
When they were done Stan said "Ok lets check that pharmacy over there."

They walked across the carpark, passed the KFC restaurant. The pharmacy had its lights on, but the shelves were clearly completely empty. The bell rang as they went in.
"Hello? Anybody here? We'd just like to BU-" he stopped as he turned round the corner.
"An old lady was on her knees comforting a young man who had been shot." There was lots blood all over the floor, it was a deep red, too much. "Help, i dont know what to do!" She cried.
Stan darted over with Jack at his side. He bent down. "I-i tried calling the hospital but the lines too busy." She had obviously tried to staunch the bleeding by pressing down bandages but they were all soaked through onto the floor. She wore a pharmacist coat and name tag 'Gladys'. Stan immediately reached back into his pocket and took out a quick clot patch. "here this'll help stop the bleeding." "SOMEONE GET HIM SOME WATER QUICK." he shouted. The young man also wore a pharmacy labcoat and groaned deliriously. Stan took off the sodden bloody bandages, a big circular bullet hole right over his liver oozed blood and Stan slapped on the quick clot. He tried to poke the patch closer inside the hole but he was too squeamish to jam his finger in. "Oh Mark... oh Mark!" said the old lady. Tom appeared with a cup of water. Stan took it an tried to poor it down the mans throat. He groaned and swallowed. "We have to get him to a hospital. Theres one in town." Stan said. The woman who was in tears said. "You cant carry him! I'll get a hammock." and hurried to a back room. She appeared with a sheet and they lifted him onto it. They then grabbed each side and picked him up in the sheet. The young man groaned in pain but was too delirious to say anything. They quickly carried him back to the Rangerover and holding the man up with the strength of one arm Jack opened the rear doors. "What about the plants?" said Stan. "Theres no fucking time. We'll have to leave them in." Replied Jack. They piled the man ontop of the grow bags and Tom climbed in the back. The old lady got into the side door and Jack and Stan ran round to the front seats of the SUV and strapped their seatbelts. Stan hammered down the accelerator and tore out of onto the main road at top speed. "Tom, i need you to prop his legs up. WAY up there. Keep them WAY up there." Shouted Stan. The SUV revved as the accelerator kept going up gears. There was nobody else on the road and they hit top speed after about 6 seconds. "Whats going on?" Stan heared Lewis in the bluetooth earpiece. "Ive found a random man shot and we're proceeding to hospital." Stan said slowly and with concentration. After a little while he heard Lewis respond. "What do you need me to do?", "Stay on the line, the hospitals just coming up.". They rounded to the main entrance and Stan honked the horn and hit the brakes which squealed to a halt. In a moment they were out of the vehicle and Stan ran into the hospital. "A PHARMACISTS BEEN SHOT! I NEED A DOCTOR!" A moment later some nurses and a doctor came running out with a gurney. The young doctor called out "Wheres he been shot?" Stan said "the liver... it... it looks like the liver.", "i need to get him into an operating room, quick." called the doctor. He looked at the guns. "We didnt..." Stan began "I dont care." replied the doctor as he ran up with the gurney. The old lady Gladys disappeared with them into the hospital. In a moment they were gone and the 3 were left standing on the concrete driveway. Leaving bloody bootprints, Silently they got back into the car. "We've handed him off to the hospital, Lewis. We're heading back to the strip mall." 
On the drive back, adrenalin pumping, this time obeying the speed limit. They parked at the strip mall and Stan pulled the break handle back. They sat silently. Stan breathed in and then breathed out a big sigh. "Well, that was unexpected." he waited another moment. "C'mon lets finish the job." He popped open the door and got out into the carpark. He took out the list. "Doesnt look like we'll get any of those medicines today." He looked up at the KFC. "But how about some food? Its getting about lunchtime." He set off to the KFC, Jack and Tom followed. The lights were off but the glass front door was ajar. He took out his rifle from its sling and wielded it one hand as he opened the door with the other. "Hello?" He entered the gloom. The lights were on by the kitchen. There were illuminated signs saying "6 piece meal." and etc. There was a strong smell of frying and the faint sound of boiling in the background. Stan walked as quietly as he could. He reached the cashier tills and walked around. He could see that the tills had been opened and the cash swiped clean. "Huh." He said half to himself. He then turned his attention to the kitchen and advanced slowly around the corner. The frying vats were still bubbleing, boiling infact, actually he could see some blue smoke raising up from them. JESUS A FIRE! He went to the dails on the front and switched them all off. He saw the wires heading back to a fuse box, someone had put a nail in the fuse socket. So this is how it was? Swipe the cash and arson the building to cover your tracks. Jack and Tom surveyed the situation. "Well how about that? Ambulance AND fire preventers?!" Stan said jokingly. "I dont know about you, but i'd say preventing a building from burning down has urnt us a free lunch just as soon as these fryers cool down" He then went to the managers room at the back of the building. The vault was open. "Ah, an inside job." He went back to the kitchen and over to the fridge and opened it. There were huge bags of chicken. He took some from the open bag and dropped them into the fryer. He passed some giant cans of cooking oil. "Thats what we need. Cooking oil!" He picked up the cans and started to load them onto the cash desk. "You want to just, TAKE these?" Said Jack. "If it werent for us, the whole building would have burnt to the crisp, heck the entire strip mall, I say we eat our lunch and go."
"This doesn't feel right." said Tom. 
"Ive had a rough day and i want some chicken." Stan retorted.
"He does have a point." said Jack. "People have gone crazy and we dont know when we'll get more food."
Tom just shook his head. He took out his wallet, a sleek black hugo boss leather affair and opened it to reveal a huge wodge of hundreds. He took one out and placed it on the chash desk.
A little while later they were eating at one of the KFC stalls. Even Tom to everyone's surprise. They eat silently, enjoying their ill gotten just reward of self service KFC.
Stan broke the silence by getting out the list again. "Humm, alcohol to disinfect and dull pain." he read out. Ofcourse, there weren't any pain killers in the centre. Lots of iodine, no pain killers. "Ok after this we'll try the liquor shop." They finished up and Jack and Stan loaded the cans of cooking oil into the Rangerover. 
"Ok stick close." he said. 

They all walked up to the liquor shop. Stan had a bad feeling about this as he saw the glass window was broken. He opened the door quietly and slipped inside.
Inside was a room full to bursting with alcohol of every different type. Nothing had been touched he walked slowly and noticed there wasnt much glass to step on... He approached the desk counter his hand hovering over his pistol holster... a man was sitting with his back turned to them. He hadnt heard them enter. An open bottle of scotch sat next to him and a radio was playing 3 dog. "Hello?" Stan called. 
The man wheeled around, eyes flashing white and pulled out a pump action shotgun. "WOW, WOW, WOW" Stan shouted "FRIENDLIES, FRIENDLIES!!" The mans burst of speed had got the drop on all of them he was standing up, aiming at Stan. He had white stubble and thinning hair.
"Get out the way you came." The grizzled looking man said. 
"Friendlies! We just want to buy..."
"GET OUT. You scavengers are all the same. I heard the shots next door."
"That wasnt us! We helped! We took the guy to the hospital."
The man looked confused and angry. Lowered the shotgun to his hip.
"I saw. It wasnt you. It was that other guy. I took a shot at him through my window. The guy with the white Ferrari."
"A white Ferrari?" Stan repeated. 
"But you still have to LEAVE."
"Ok, we're leaving, we're leaving." Slowly they backed out awkwardly out of the door.
They went back to the car and got in.
"Lets go, not every store visit has to be a victory." He said as he hit the indicators.
"A white Ferrari?" Said Jack. 
Stan slowly blew air out of his teeth. "Some people..."[/hider]