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"It's the backpack. They didn't want to kill him, but I feel like they'd say something if they were trying to send a message. Any guesses what's in it? Drugs, tech, or information?"

Carl puts his mug down so he doesn't crush it. They had no need to beat him so bad. If they wanted it to just look like a mugging they coulda just killed him instead.

"I think he'll be okay." Carl accepts some tea, and sits with it, just breathing the smell in. Eventually, he looks up and says "my biggest worry is who did it. This was supposed to send a message. If it was a punch or two, or a single stab, it might be a mugging or something, but ..."

"No thanks, man." Carl looks up from his slightly jittery hands. "Getting back into gang fights and dealing with cops? I'm not gonna sleep for a week anyway."

He lifts his shirt so Toma can get a better look. "Appreciate you taking a look, Doc. Stings something awful. Somehow, getting shot at was so much more fun when I was some 15-year-old punk."

"Anyway, I think that there's something going on with Anis suddenly being attacked. That kind of stuff usually doesn't come out of nowhere, and when it does, it means something's up. I'd ask around, but I don't really know anybody on the streets anymore."

"If you don't mind. The cops got in a bit of a firefight, and I made a new friend. I hope it all works out, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's to not be there when the authorities are 'working something out'."

Carl lifts his head high, baring his throat. "Seriously, thank you. Drop by some time. You're always welcome."

He looks both ways on the street, and heads out to the van. When he gets there, he finds a seat, but seems anxious. Seems to take a second to breath before he asks, "How's Anis? He make it?"

Carl is really genuinely gobsmacked, until he hears the part about the van. "Oh crap, Anis!" He jumps up. "We took the van to get Anis, a guy from our apartment complex, to a hospital. Somebody jumped him bad."
"Are there any good exits I can use? I should check on them and Anis, and I don't want to be in your way any more than I have to. Also, I'm at Apex Apartments, and I work at a nearby garage. You ever need something, you just ask. Even if I'm not as handy in a fight as you probably are." He gestures to the Sweeper. "A minotaur's never without a weapon."

"Whoever up there's listening, I owe you a beer. One of those nice ones, with the actual wheat." Carl whispers, looking up.
He then smiles to the troll in the doorway. "Thanks, man. It's nice to see trolls watching out for each other." He starts moving towards the doorway.
"Don't know how much you saw, but I'm hoping one of the cops remembers the poor bastard trapped in that truck. I don't think I can afford giving them another shot."

Carl decides to take the safe route and check himself for injuries. If he's got anything that he could use to pass himself as just in the wrong place at the wrong time, he'll stay down and wait for an ambulance. If he's looking mostly all right, he's gonna try to get up and find an alley. Ain't nobody gonna look out for a pair of horns but themselves.

Carl has learned that step one is always to get out of anything on your wrists. He drops to the ground, and tries to get as flat as possible, before gritting his teeth and pulling his arms away from each other. This will suck

Carl sighs heavily. "Yes, I have a criminal SIN, and no, I didn't do it, and whether I did it or not really doesn't matter compared to the fact that someone's trapped in a burning car. Can we focus on the immediate thing please?"

He's gonna die. He's 90% sure of it. He's gonna be another 'minotaur suspect killed after assaulting officers.' Why does he keep doing this? Why is he so relentlessly stupid? Why is he stupid enough to speak again anyway?

"Please tell me those are ambulance sirens coming to save the person who is going to die? Don't think I haven't noticed you not saving them."

He does his most practiced 'I'm just your friendly neighborhood minotaur smile', and takes a few steps away, gets on his knees, with his hands behind his head. "I'm glad you're here officers. Can you help me get this ork out of the car? I've been in a crash or two before, and being stuck there can be dangerous."

Carl waves the van to get out, and moves to the wreckage, and tries to figure out what it'll take to get her out from underneath. "Damn my stupid ass. Why do I have to try to be heroic? I'm gonna get exactly what I deserve for this one"

Carl gives a strange smile as his eyes set. "Yeah. I can't bring myself to leave someone, but I can't bring myself to risk Anis' life either."

He open the door and looks back, this time with a full grin. "Rolling out a car's just like fixing a bike. You never forget how." And hops off, leaving the van a good bit lighter.

"Yeah, but here's my thought- we got 3 options:" Carl starts counting off his fingers, and he's frowning in concentration, like he wants the words to come out right.

"We all get out and try to help. Best case-we lose maybe five minutes and save someone. Worst case-we all get in a firefight and Anis dies because it takes us a lot of time." He looks at Anis with too much emotion to have just met him.

"We all pass by. Best case-it was a trap but we never know for sure if we left someone to die. Worst case-we left someone to die." He shakes his head, and this is definitely not an option in his head.

He sighs explosively, and looks like he's preparing himself. "Only I get out. Best case-I save someone and you have an easier time saving Anis because I'm kind of heavy. Worst case-I get in a fight/die/get captured/something else unpleasant. I can take it, and you can still get Anis to safety, and see about saving my dumb ass when you're not carrying wounded" He smiles ruefully, like this has happened before.

"Any further objections? We don't have tons of time, but we should have enough to deliberate a little"

Carl invokes one of the most important rules he's learned. Take care of whoever's hurt first, deal with laws later. He turns to Bruce "Can you drive a van? I'm capable, but the doc might need a hand while we drive there." He tries to pick up Anis as carefully as possible

Carl growls, deep in his chest. Seen this too often in prison. He asks Toma if he should try to pick Anis up to get him to the hospital. Asks if anyone has a car they can borrow

I push open my door, not hurrying, but not slowly. I'm wearing some running shoes, 'cause I was gonna start my morning run soon. Haven't put my horn tips on yet, and my eye keeps visibly changing magnifications, which always happens when I'm feeling worried