A sudden gust of wind blew down on the medics and employees of the hospital from the middle of the street.  The air blowing hard on Nora and Ruth causing them to shield their faces from the dust and debris kicked up.  A large black VTOL had vectored in for a landing and its revolving red lights beefed to ensure that people underneath knew to stay away.  The crew was good and landed quickly and In a small space avoiding a cement berm.  The back popped open before it had even landed three individuals, two of which were armed headed straight for the hospital staff while another four headed for the mech that Nora had parked.  The first two had immediately setup a small perimeter while the individual who seemed to be the leader brandished a tablet and began speaking to the staff halting their expeditious urge to address the injury.

The four all dressed in black each were carrying different setups.  One carried a small collapsible military grade stretcher, two with different types of trauma bags, and one with a large metal case.  The individual with the metal case stopped and confronted Nora asking if she was involved while the others followed a wrist mounted tracker, found Talon, and immediately began triage.  

“We found him” yelled a tough looking corpsman, motioning for one of the men with the Lasrifles to watch guard.  The hospital staff at this point had began having a heated argument with the man holding the tablet throwing their arms in the air and making pointed accusations.  They weren’t sure what more to be angry at, a giant VTOL landing on an unpermitted location and on an unpermitted space or the fact this group had just single handedly eliminated and obstructed them from admitting life saving care.

A sharp pain stabbed into Talons remaining arm and he flinched at the sudden shock of being awakened.  He overheard a shadowy figure “He’s in hypovolemic Shock but someone’s already worked on him,  We’ve got a weak pulse but he’s still with us.  Tell Roddy to get the Bus ready we’ll be ready for transport in 5”.  The crew worked with military precision using all manners of techniques at their disposal.  The stretcher popped open and Talon felt himself being shifted onto it.  He was barely hanging with it but he was able to open his eyes to see Nora talking to another shadowy figure.  “Your going to make it sir,  stay with us!” Shouted the corpsman shining blinding light into each of his eyes making Talon squint.  Another sharp pain as the corpsman stabbed a large metal rod into where his arm used to be.  It’s cylinder attached had tubes that were attached higher up and fed a blue liquid intravenously.  Talon screamed in pain looking towards his arm.  “Pains good sir,  means we’re still alive.  60 seconds” screamed the corpsman as the crew began to prep Talon for his casevac.  

Talon was able to glimpse Blackwaters daughter.  He wanted to point to have the crew take note but his arm was missing and he was once again fading.  “3, 2, 1,  Lift”. As Talon was hoisted he fumbled with his Titanium Savajin watch releasing the clasp with his fingers.  He began to be hustled to VTOL passing by Nora.  He saw the shadowy figure with the case force Nora back and turn to bring up the rear of the group.  Talons eyes closed and his arm dropped over the side of the stretcher,  off his wrist at Noras feet fell the watch.  The last words he heard before passing out was the figure with the metal case addressing the corpsman “He isn’t going to really make it is he?”.