071: Surgeon

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The Surgeon hunched down in the back of the converted bus. Her patient lay on a pile of boxes serving as a makeshift operating table. The Corp Enforcers were hot on their heels, and as the bus weaved through downtown traffic, threatening to spill him onto the rusty floor.
His split open back exposed a burn-out mess of servos and wires. She didn't have the supplies she needed, but what else was new. She did what she could with soldering iron and wire cutters, battlefield triage, and sealed him back up.
It wasn't fair, but they needed all hands.

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