Frostfire

[Miranda Frost]

If there was one thing Orange had learned when working with a failing band of marauding criminals is that expectations die. Horribly. So horribly in fact that to get away from such screw up involved a change of identity but that is an entirely different story altogether. Orange had assumed that this man laying in the medical ward of his estate, bound, blinded, and with a knee blown out would be too much for just Blue to handle. Orange had underestimated his own comrade's ability, or luck, to get the job done and it made him look like a fool, not to mention November, who probably just stood around like the fifth wheel (cause we all know a operable car doesn't need five wheels right?) Orange and Blue both knew what November was doing now that he wasn't quite needed.

"Entertaining, Myself" as November once called it.

Orange shuddered as he walked down his clean, empty hallway to what he imagined a hot bloody mess. He made sure the staff knew about his distaste for blood. Sure it was an irrational fear for the profession he was in. Blood would indeed be spilled but.. why here? There was a reason he had no doctors hired on, despite having a medical ward to accommodate the job opening. It wasn't even Orange's idea for such an addition to his home. Orange preferred the shedding of blood outside his residence, where he spent his time scheming, thinking, and... constructive things. Things that could not work nor happen with Orange clenching his suitcase tightly to his chest as he sat in the corner absolutely farthest away from any drop of blood. Orange knew better. He had spent evenings trembling under his fear in the presence of company. It was embarrassing and put him off as a lunatic.

The good, greedy, orange-suitcase carrying Mayor tugged on the door handle and pushed the door open and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Orange straightened his eye and examined the room, first to the bloodless slate floors and then to the dragon glaring angrily through the window.

Orange jumped back a few inches and glared and blue, who sat beside the unconscious saiyan, rubbing his cheek.

"Close those windows.... I dont need your pet giving me a heart attack every time I want to look outside.", Orange commanded, his grip tightening around the handle of his suitcase.

Blue simply shrugged and stepped towards the window and shut the blinds before returning to his spot beside the bed.

"Now that we are alone... how is he?"

"Well.. he's an asshole, but he hits pretty hard"

"NO. I mean how is his knee?"

"Well.. i'm no doctor buuut that knee is gone. Shattered. Dust in the Wind. You ever heard of the band called Kansas? reallly old stuff but.. it hits there you know?"

"No.. i don't. We are short three or four to make our team formidible. Strong secondaries that would just.. enjoy helping us out aren't really in good supply and you've taken one out of commission.", Orange grunted and pulled up a chair on the other side of the medical bed. Orange regretted not hiring a doctor to his staff. Could have been really helpful right now. Besides there weren't that many doctors, and we are talking actual doctors not what they use now-a-days in these mining towns all over the place, in the Ashen Plains. In fact the only one that really came to mind worked in a hospital an hour drive off, one of the few dedicated hospitals in the Verse. Couldn't hurt to ask of their assistance could it?

"You know.. There is a hospital an hour's off from here, ran by a Doctor Greene. Perhaps he can join our cause."

"And here I thought you were balls-deep in your 'Mayor' motif you had going on."

"And here i thought there was no need to talk in such.. distasteful manner in front of me... but you are right, kinda burnt out quick."

"I'm just going to assume you want me to go see this.. Greene of yours?"

"Yes.. and take Red with you." There was no reason to call him by his old nickname. He was already registered in Orange's staff list. It was official whether or not Red agreed to. His compliance really wasn't a factor at this point.

"Sure.. get his knee patched up so he can break my face again..."

"Unless you want to go fetch November? He is undoubtedly 'Mopping Up' as you explained in your report? You know he doesn't like being interrupted during his fun."

"You have a point... taking the asshole. Bye"

With that Mayor Blue got off his lazy ass and left the room to prepare for the journey. Through the air it should take only a fraction of what it would take on the ground over what passes for roads here in the fiery wasteland. Just couldn't go out for a drive without risking taking a leisurely swim through a lake of fire.