Scene 12: Sanguine Moon
“I really have to speak with the rest of the team about dialing back on messing with the baby dragon. Sooner or later it’s going to cause serious trouble,” he thought as Polk mentioned ‘Goat Suckers’. The Combat Medic then carefully peeked over the hill to look at the ‘metal house’ and was as surprised as anyone to find a boat sitting in the middle of dry land. He wondered how the boat had gotten there. Was it a simple case of being dropped off by a random rift or was it a survivor of the Coming of the Rifts? Had one of the massive storms that wracked the land at that time deposited it here on the back of some mammoth wave? “Probably never know” he thought, then returned to his comrades to discuss what to do next.
“So we can attack it now, fighting vampires at night again and maybe save someone or wait for dawn and maybe we won’t save someone but the risk for us drops,” he says, summing up the problem they faced neatly. It was the kind of tactical problem he had always hated for it pitted the safety of his own soldiers against the desire to save civilian lives. He knew some people would argue to charge in, risks be damned. Those were usually the people not in charge for they wouldn’t have to look friends and family in the eyes to explain how their decision had cost the lives of their loved ones. The counter argument, attacking when they had the tactical advantage, daylight in this case, meant lowering the chance they could rescue the prisoner. Then they would have to explain why they hadn’t taken the risk to that person’s loved ones. Yah, he hated this type of tactical problem.
He looked at the cat lady, thankful most of her naked body was covered in fur. As odd as it sounded, it was less distracting that way. “You know the prisoner is a he,” he started, “but can you tell us anything else? Young, old, human, D-Bee, anything else that might help us?” He points to the Caduceus on the left shoulder of his body armor. “I’m a fair healer but if you could let me know what I might be having to fix up in a little bit, that would be a big help. What is a medicine to one is a poison to another,” he says.
Ethan wanted to ask more questions, like how many vampires did the cat lady think were down there but he didn’t want to bombard her with everything at once. He just hoped that he super nose knew the answer to the question.