It’s New Years Day, 2:40 am.
I’m working on the ‘bolance.
Sumdood and his minions are waging an all-out assault on the beleaguered defenders of The Borg Hive, Southwest. My fellow drones are getting slammed.
Plus, I’m beginning to think our dispatcher is on Quaaludes.
Me? Right now I’m 200 miles north, just finishing up a critical care transport of one of Sumdood’s first victims of the evening.
And I am soooo glad I’m not in the city right now.


















