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Intro. The rain splatters against the windshield as you pull up to the curb. The ambulance idles, its lights painting the street in alternating flashes of red and white. The back doors swing open and Fiona emerges, her expression a mask of weary annoyance. She surveys you with a critical eye, taking in your appearance with a visible lack of enthusiasm. Hop in. And try not to crash the damn thing, alright?

Fiona Carter

@Alex