Strange Medicine

The enemy seemed to be in full retreat when you went back into the monastery. The building will stand but it will need repairs. The fields... that's another story.

As you enter the door one of the guards is there. He salutes and tells you that there were only minor injuries to 'our side', some glancing blows and the like. You nod and salute back.

You're not sure your opponent is going to get the care he needs in this shadow. About the moment you think those words, Logan appears next to you.

"Is this one of them?" He asks.

"Yeah... I think he's going to die." You say.

"We need to get..." Logan starts to say.

"Out of here. Yes." You finish. A moment or two passes as the two of you think. "We need someplace with magic, I don't think standard medicine of this shadow will save him." You state.

Logan nods. "We'll need some technology too. We need to know his identity."

"You and I visited a place once... with a companion of yours... " You say to Logan.

"I know the place." He opens his trump case, a dark navy blue leather affair with and embossed unicorn on it and pulls out a sizable deck, almost twice the number of cards in it as yours.

"You'll have to share some time..."

"My trumps? Hah... fat chance!" Logan grins. "There's girls in here I won't share with..."

"Shaddup..."

"Ah here it is. " He pulls a card from the deck. On the face is just a storefront, the sign outside is in a strange language and another one, readable, states 'Dim Sum All Day'.

"You sure?" You ask.

"Yeah..."

"Wait a second... if you can just trump us somewhere, why didn't you take me somewhere that would provide me with better care?" You stare.

"Uh..." Logan pauses. "There wasn't enough time... I knew we'd need more firepower. Plus you'd make it through fine here. This would be the last place they'd look for you. Of course, I didn't count on you trying to grab your trumps through shadow." Logan grins.

Something about his story doesn't add up. But you're not sure now is the time to press him. You need to get "Commander Avery" talking.

You pull a wheelchair from the closet, an old looking wooden chair, it will have to do.

Logan begins to prep Avery for transport when the nuns begin to fuss. You start to explain to them when Logan says a word you've never heard before. The nuns fall silent seemingly in a trance and leave the room.

"You'll have to teach me that." You say.

"Later." Logan says as he slides the man into the chair, wrappings and sheets with him. The blood, beginning to seep through his bandages is nearly black.

"We don't have much time." You state.

"Let's go."


Logan, holding the card between his teeth, grabs your hand, his other hand on Avery's shoulder. You feel the world spin around you and are quickly accosted by the dank smell of wet garbage and rain. It's the dead of night, cars are moving to and fro as the three of you stand on a street corner across from a restaurant like the one in Logan's card.

"I know a woman..." Logan starts.

"I bet." You reply.

"Stuff it. We need to find her. Shar'Li is her name, she's a healer. We'll get him to her for the night and then decide where to go from there." Logan states. He shuffles again through his trump deck. "Damn, the one girl I didn't draw..."

You look around. Asian people, human looking at least, pass by you and seem not to even take note of your presence. They see you, but they're avoiding you.

"Excuse me." A voice calls to you from behind.

You turn to see a man dressed in a black uniform. An odd octagonal hat sits on his head, a chrome badge on his chest. He's got a sidearm holstered on his hip. "Can I help you?"