Mao took a quick sample of the groths and put it under the microscope.

(OOC: Treatment Check - Mao Hojo rolled 18 using 1d20+10. Gonna reroll -18:35, Today: Mao Hojo rolled 30 using 1d20+10.)

There wasn't a microorganism present that she could detect, or any parasites, either.  Instead, some strange chemical-- one she could still trace, which was odd-- was actively doing... something... to the living cells.  Mutating them, converting them to something else.  If it wasn't stopped, it might very well consume her entire leg, or even her entire body.

Mao thought hard on a way to stop, or at least, slow the mutation process.

(OOC: Expertise: Medicine - Mao Hojo rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Reroll - Mao Hojo rolled 19 using 1d20+8)

This was a bad one-- the chemical defied analysis; the process was strange.  But she could at least slow the process greatly with a cryonic coma.  It wasn't any kind of long term solution, but that might buy her time to find out more about what was happening.

Mao did so and then went to her office to get some real clothes on.

"I need you two to take me to where this happened. I need a sample of that waste."

"Uh, sure," said the worker.  "Do you have any, uh, protective clothing or something?  We don't want that happening to you..."

"I do," Mao said, getting it out and on. "What do you guys know about the waste?"

One shrugged.

The other said, "We were just paid to haul barrels into a storage building.  We're cheaper than robots out here, because nobody is going to knock us over and strip us for parts."

"Let's just go then," Mao said.

She arrived back at the clinic; her patient was still stable for now.

"Oh, thank goodness," Mao said before heading to her office to get the money.

Enrico accepted the money.

"Okay," he said.  "So I'll get some stuff together.  How soon do you want to meet here?  Or meet somewhere else?"

"How do you want to get across? I can do a ritual to teleport us across, but it'll take a while," Mao said.

"Is that safe?" Enrico asked.  "It's not great as an exit strategy... if your expenses can take it, we could try to hire a boat.  Some smugglers have ways of getting past security."

Mao went to check her money.

"I suppose I could spare up to five hundred, but I'm going to have to survive on instant ramen for a while."
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"That should be enough," said Enrico.  "And hey, if we're raiding for one thing, we could grab more stuff to defray expenses."

"It makes sense, but these are dangerous mutagenic chemicals," Mao said. "I'm sure there are better things we could take."

"Yeah, but aren't there, like, scientific instruments and things you could use?" said Enrico.  "If you couldn't use, say, some good quality scales yourself, I know there are people who would buy them."

"Okay, that makes sense," Mao said.

"All right," said Enrico.  "I'm gonna grab some hazmat gear.  That stuff looks nasty."

"You should. I need to see some patients and get things ready," Mao said.

Enrico departed, letting Mao prepare as she thought best.

Mao say the rest of her patients that day and there were no other major incidents. Once it was done, Mao got out the armour she would be wearing, her knife, the money to bribe the ship and decided to make a food offering at the small shrine Mao had to her dead mother,

Enrico returned a little while later.

"Okay," he said.  "I guess I'm ready as I'm gonna be for a gig like this.  You set?"

"I'm ready," Mao said as she grabbed everything and locked the clinic behind her.