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[teutonic_terror]

[Guess who just got his left eye back in exchange for his BLU uniform? This guy! That means he can finally get those dumb drones to stop calling him about missing work. He heads off to the little Mayfield hospital, which is just as woefully devoid of shrieking, sobbing patients as it was the first time he went there, and settles in. There's a

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[numbuh_one]

[Nigel is not, in fact, here to get a shot. What kid would come of their own volition? But he is following up on an idea he got.

He doesn't expect a drone doctor to help him...nor does he really expect a real person to help, but it's at least a better shot. He picked the least American sounding name he could find to approach...]

Excuse me, Doctor. Do you keep oxygen masks here?

[teutonic_terror]

[Medic blinks. Does he? He's never checked. How stupid of him! The things you can do to someone with a properly bastardized oxygen mask... rigged to noxious chemicals, or laughing gas... oh. Right. He should actually answer.]

Not zhat I know of. Vhy vhould a child like you need vhone?

[numbuh_one]

I don't want one, I want at least twenty. For keeps if possible. I want to keep everyone safe in the event of a large-scale poison gas attack.