Allen knew a real hospital was out of the question, so the free clinic in downtown had to do. They really did a number like last time. In addition to the gunshot scars, he now has a reminder of the synth that got a jump on him, a blind one at that. The automatic doors slid open and, like always the rain greeted him. He walked over to his bike and got on, not bothering to activate his helmet. He looked up at a view screen and saw his recent job on a news feed. Clips show the explosions and cars disconnecting. "Jack's not gonna like that" A metallic voice called out from behind him "Citizen stop what you are doing, this is a police model droid. We have reason to believe you are connected with a series of crimes. We'd like you to come with us" Allen sighed as he was escorted to the nearest police station [spoiler]waiting for hickory[/spoiler]