“Office is clear,” Puddles informed Whiskers and Chuck.
“A coffin rocket is roaring in your doing?” Whiskers asked.
“Yeah, can you intercept them?”
Closing the office door, “Chuck meet me in the doctor’s office I need your help searching his files.”
“On my way.”
Jumping down from his observation post Whiskers waited next to the door. Lights flashing, backwash scattering loose garbage and debris, a gold and white colored extraction bus landed. Before the bus had settled, three technicians leapt out, the technician in the lead following the identcard signal.
“Over here!” Whiskers shouted waving his paws. “Over here!”
Whiskers opened the door, “He’s in there!”
“What happened?” The lead technician asked.
“I…” feigning shock “I found him when I got here for my appointment.”
“How long ago was that?” Lead asked, consulting information on a holo-wrist display.
Behind them, the other technicians started urgent care.
“Maybe five minutes ago,” Whiskers stammered, allowing his tail and ears show his “shock.”
A non-committal grunt from the lead, “Dispatch have emergency ready, include an augment team.”
The two techs rolled the secretary onto a collapsible hoverboard shouting medical jargon into their comms as they rushed out of the office and down the alleyway. Without another word, the lead tech followed. Less than two minutes later, the extraction bus roared off.
“All clear,” Whiskers reported.
“Good, get in here,” Puddles replied.
“I think I found the files we are looking for,” Chuck interrupted.
Stepping over discarded medical waste Whiskers entered the doctor’s office, “Any luck?”
“Take a look,” Chuck said triumphantly as he spun the holo-display to face Whiskers.
Puddles stepped past Whiskers. Whiskers touched her arm as she passed, “You okay?”
“Sore, missing my boot, and looking for coffee.”
“You won’t find any of them in there,” Whiskers replied. “Copy the data and we’ll get coffee.”
“New boots too.”
Chuck flipped the screen back and started the copy process.
“Looks like the surgery was completed two weeks ago,” Chuck announced. “I have an address for the doctor, a number of his supplier, and checkup appointments.”
“That makes sense, but he isn’t going to have them here,” Puddles said returning with the remains of her boot.
“File saved,” Chuck said.
“Coffee and boots,” Puddles announced heading for the door.
Merging into Lower Stroud flying traffic a few minutes later, Whiskers read the data on the windshield display, “Who wants first shift watching the doctor’s office?”
“Why bother?” Chuck asked from the driver’s seat.
“Because there is a chance he will return and we can follow him from there,” Puddles replied from the backseat. Checking over her body, she winced at a few sore spots and picked some bits of desk out of her fur.
“Oh. I’ll take first watch.”
“I will watch his house. Puddles you get some rest.”
“After boots, right?”
Whiskers sighed, Chuck laughed, “Yes, after boots on the company card.”