nostatic at all...

Since Sharon and I were en route to interrogate a terrorist suspect, my guess is that the coyote was a mechanical drone. And the real EMTs were killed and these Americanized al quaeda operatives took their place. The morphine also had pentathal and they were playing a video projected onto the rear window of the ambulance to make us *think* that we were being transported to Mission Hospital. Instead we were taken to an undisclosed location with a mocked up ER (when we were being wheeled in they said something about remodeling...no I know the truth).

Despite 4 injections of pain killer and truth serum, and the infamous methylene blue torture, I would not give up the locations of my colleagues. Sharon just spoke Chinese to confuse them, unfortunately it just pissed them off so they broke her arm (didn't happen in the crash). After signing lengthy "confession" forms, I saw a chance and we made our escape. Crutches are great weapons, especially when you manage to modify them into crude blowguns.

After getting outside the compound we hailed a cab and made our way back to hq. I think I might have an implant in my knee though. I'm going to have to dig around with a rusty knife to make sure. Without anesthesia of course...