IC: It was not long before Clint, Angel Eyes, and Maria were approaching Fort Legorado. Unlike most of the buildings in town, this one was more or less intact, possibly even improved structurally and modified, which made sense given that the hybrids were using it as their main base. On the roof there was a sentry marching back and forth, lit by a small torch nearby.
"How we goin' to get in?" Maria asked. "The place is probably crawlin' with 'em hybrids."
"Simple," replied Clint. "Just takes a little stealth. Maria, you have a knife or something?"
Maria slowly opened her vest to reveal a small but intimidating knife hidden in her belt.
"Good," replied Clint. "You're going to need that. Now I reckon we get in through the side. There's probably a guard there as well. Give me five minutes to distract him."
Clint quickly rode around to the left side of the fort. Sure enough next to the large gate was a rather mean-looking hybrid with a sharp spear. He quickly noticed Clint and hissed menacingly.
"Now now," Clint said. "Is that any way to treat company."
The hybrid started to move toward Clint, but at that moment was suddenly grabbed and his throat was cut open. The body collapsed onto the ground, the hybrid trying to scream, but only making a very muffled wheeze.
"Nice work, Maria," Angel Eyes said keenly as he approached. Maria could only smile as she held the knife.
"CLEAR!" Copper shouted. He pressed the two paddles of the defibrillator down on Zelda. There was a moment of silence as he turned to Wade.
"I think we might have something," replied Crusher. "I got a pulse."
Garry and Fuchs were watching from a few feet away.
"I'm not sure I understand," Garry said. "Wouldn't an overdoes like that be lethal?"
"Normally it would be," replied Fuchs. "In this case however, the victim had a second creative spark inside, which gave her some form of life and made it easier for us to revive her."
At that moment Enter burst into the room holding a large shark.
"Dang it," Copper shouted. "Garry would you get those fools out of here?"
***"Excuse me," a nurse said. "Dr. Alan Pierce?"
Pierce looked up from his bed. "That's me," he remarked.
"I understand you are a skilled doctor."
"Yes," replied Pierce.
"If we were to try you out on a crutch temporarily, do you think you could help us?"
"Yeah, I think so," replied Pierce.
The nurse smiled and removed Pierce's bedsheets. She handed him a crutch and helped him to his... erm... foot.