Squeak.
[center]Squeak.[/center]
[right]Squeak.[/right]
	[color=gold][i]They must have polished the floors again.[/i][/color]
	The white tile of the hospital floor was blinding beneath the artificial sunlights of the hall putting forth a very sterile feeling. The recovery wing was quiet this time of night, most of the patients were in drug induced sleeps and only two nurses manned the  station. The resident was likely out fold in the coffins they called sleeping pods in the on call room. 
[color=gold]“I have been called out and will head home after.”[/color] Annika took the stack of charts from the short blonde nurse. The loud squeaking of her shoes had announced the doctors arrival. 
[color=gold][i]Annoying.[/i][/color]
Annika quite enjoyed surprising the nurses. It was one of the simple pleasures in her life.
	“Dr. Kellis is the intern assigned to you section tonight.” Mal smirked, he had worked with Annika since her arrival six months ago and had been there the night the intern had called her so many times that she returned to the hospital and threatened to remove his hand.
[color=gold][i]God I hate that idiot. I thought he was on Dr. Cooper’s service, he must have sent him back just to annoy me. [/i][/color]
[color=gold]“Tell Dr. Trexler that if the intern calls me someone had best be dying.”[/color] Annika finished flipping through the charts, everything should run smoothly without her until morning. If something were to happen to any of them it would be an act of the Gods, Annika's patients never had complications outside of surgery the benefit of being able to heal others. 
[b]Bzzzt.[/b]
The wrist screen sprang to life projecting her orders for trauma dispatch. [color=gold]“Duty calls.” [/color]She handed back the charts meeting the blonde nurse’s gaze very seriously. [color=gold]“No calls unless someone is dying.”[/color] Annika said this slowly not breaking eye contact, the nurse turned away her gaze first.
	“Understood Dr. Bystrom, have a good night.” She replied shakily obviously unsettled by her eyes. 
Squeak.
[center]Squeak.[/center]
[right]Squeak.[/right]
	By the time she had wandered the maze of halls across the hospital to the staging area Annika had decided to throw away her shoes. The squeaking would drive her insane.
	“Oh, it is just you Dr. Bystrom, I thought we were getting an impromptu visit from a basketball team.” Dr. Cooper flashed a smile and laughed. His teeth reminded Annika of the tile, and the squeak. Unfortunately she couldn't throw him away like her shoes.
	Dr. Lantz stood next to Dr. Cooper shaking his head at the jab. He was polar opposite of the trust fund cookie cutter, he was a head taller with olive skin and messy black hair. He was a more than competent surgeon and he was working on a neurosurgery fellowship; this made him one of the very few who’s company Annika actually enjoyed.
	[color=gold]“Good evening Dr. Cooper, Dr. Lantz pleasure to be working with you again.”[/color]
	“I was hoping that you would be assigned with us, we will need another competent hand.” Dr. Lantz cast a sideways glance to Cooper who ignored the insult, “Another raid is my guess. There have been quite a few across the board lately.”
	“It is about time if you ask me. This city has gone to hell, a man should feel safe in his own home at the very least.” His genuine tone was almost infuriating. He wouldn't know struggle if it beat him to a bloody pulp.
	Annika glared at Cooper, [color=gold]“My condolences to you Dr. Cooper. It must be very difficult for you living in a gated community with private security.” [/color]Her monotone carried all the bite needed and she moved on to do a final supply check on the Emergency Medical Response Unit. She really did hate that entitled asshole. 

	The E.M.R.U. was a bullet proof mobile hospital capable of sealing itself off and sterilizing the air within for full open cavity surgeries. It could also pressurize, filter and recirculate it’s own air incase of a chemical attack. It could withstand an IED explosion from  underneath and all equipment was bolted down to survive multiple rollovers. It was a marvel really and they were very lucky to have one at the hospital.
	Dr. Cooper spent the whole ride to the staging area calling the E.M.R.U. an over glorified ambulance and a waste of money. 
	[color=gold][i]What a prick.[/i][/color]

	The rain was coming down hard as they reached their destination. Along with two E.M.T. teams they set up a triage staging area far enough away that if the encounter spilled out of the warehouse no stray bullets had the chance of hitting the team. Regardless the Police required that they all wore bulletproof vests, the bulkiness irritated Cooper’s delicate sensibilities and his complaining irritated Annika. Tuning out Cooper she intently listened to the radio listening to the countdown to the raid. As the gates opened and the radio signified the team was moving in she waited to hear the gunfire to tear the silence apart.
[color=gold][i] Gods let this be over soon. [/i][/color]