Harrier
Hero Points: 1 | Condition: Normal.
Shepherd had just finished a twelve hour shift in the pit, East River Medical Centre's Emergency Room. He was in the break room grabbing a croissant and a tea, when Harrison, the Chief Medical, informed staff to prep for incoming casualties, as there was a hostage situation at Oyster Creek and East River was the closest attending facility. Emergency teams would be dispatched with Ambulance and EMT's, when Shepherd approached Harrison, the older man gave him a stern look,
"Not you Shepherd, you've been in the pit for twelve hours, how many procedures have you performed so far today?" He took a breath, but didn't wait for an answer,
"You've done enough for the day, hit my office, grab some sleep. If things go south we're going to need to sharp."
Harrison was a hard ass, stern, by the book, but fair, and level headed in a crisis. Hell, the man was probably right. However, Shepherd had been on the other end of a hostage situation, staring down the bore of .45 in his own damn ER, been forced to do something that his Oath demanded of him anyways, even after they shot his intern. He clenched his fist, muttering some non-committal answer to the Chief. He did go to the staff room, he changed out of his scrubs, pulling on a pair of loose combat pants, dark navy, and a thinsulate long sleeve shirt. He packed a trauma bag, however, he packed it over his combat webbing, gloves, and mask that he used in his heroic identity. He then put on a doctor's coat, and a reflective vest over top and scrambled down the stairs towards the Ambulance Bay.
He noted two teams of EMT's scrambling for the ambulances parked therein, he called out to one of them,
"You guys headed to Oyster Creek?" When they nodded the affirmative, he hopped in the back,
"Won't hurt to have another set of hands right, this could go south, real quick." The one EMT, Anderson, according to his badge, nodded,
"Yeah, I heard SWAT's on the way, armed men at a power plant." he paused, nervous,
"Domestic terrorism?" Anderson pulled the doors closed as they pulled out of the bay, Shepherd looked at him trying to calm him,
"Let the cops worry about that, we worry about making sure everyone comes home in one piece, right?" he put a steadying hand on the frightened EMT's shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, but still ..."
When the Ambulance pulled on site, it headed for the barricade the police had erected, Shepherd, trauma bag in hand, lost himself in the chaos, quickly vaulting the barrier, and securing himself in an outlying structure. After a brief scan to ensure he wasn't in the arc of any visible security camera's he changed into his mask and gear, becoming Harrier. He changed his angle of approach, easily vaulting down from the roof of the building, and coming towards the police from the east.
He noted other costumed individuals already speaking with police, oddly enough one of them was the Mexican hero, Coriolis, he thought.
"Officer, Harrier here to offer assistance as required, can you tell us the situation?"
