District 42-Chapter 173: Behind the scenes part 2

Canute was paralyzed because of the shock. He was sure that his senses were as sharpened as they always were, but somehow he couldn’t notice that someone had climbed to that building.

Usually, his steps would be heard, at least, but it wasn’t the case. He made that mistake, and it would be fatal for sure.

That person was standing in front of him, holding a Helheim gun, the same that the Ridires and Aesirs used. It was a pistol, and its barrel was pointing to Canute’s head.

The Aesir was holding his left arm, which was completely messed. That gun was robust, just as much as Freygar’s pistols were, obviously that its destructive power in someone’s body would be huge.

Canute was mainly a scientist, but his soul was sold to become one of the seven greatest warriors of that district, so he was used to the pain. His arm wouldn’t get in his way. But now that he was at gunpoint, then he couldn’t reach his own gun, nor his staff.

"I will suppose who you are. Rat, right?" He finally spoke, after raise one of his hands above his head, letting the left dead beside the body.

"Yes. You seem to be the intelligent type, so I wouldn’t let you alive for so long, otherwise, you will make me talk more than I should, I suppose."

That person had his voice altered due to the effect of a specific device. It was impossible to know if it was a woman or a man. The body was covered with black and thick clothes, so even the silhouette wouldn’t let the Aesir guess the genre.

He supposed that it was a man, just for the time being.

Canute squinted his eyes towards that person.

"Judging for the devices he has showing out of the clothes, I would guess that he is not someone of the lower class. His imposing tone and way of act seem to be of a bossy person. I can’t believe entirely that he is the Rat, even if he confirmed that, though." He reasoned, in a matter of seconds.

Canute had learned to analyze someone’s personality and characteristics in a short period of time and get his conclusions. Efficiency was the key, particularly for that type of situation.

"Based on your quote just now, I would also say that you are the intelligent type." The Aesir retorted.

Another shot sounded, and a strong pain could be felt in his leg. He stood still, though, not even trembling.

"Damn it... Left leg and left arm, this person wants to incapacitate me. Now I can’t run away, I wouldn’t have the balance to do it."

Rat walked some more slow and short steps forward.

"Yes, you are right again. I am the intelligent type, and I know very well that you are trying to extend this conversation. I bet you called reinforcements from the Ridires, right?"

Canute clicked his tongue, making it the louder as he could. Facing that reaction, Rat laughed at him, never avoiding his eyes, nor losing sight of his movements.

"I didn’t know that Aesirs were so pathetic like this. Are you already frustrated?"

He didn’t talk anything anymore. He was concentrating on another thing.

"And it seems that you are already very advanced in your investigation. If you know my name, you probably are tracking a lot of our actions as well. It’s a pity that the deadline for the Jarls is so short... I feel sorry for you, hahahaha."

Canute kept quiet, with crescent pain and angry dominating him.

"The clock never stops, Aesir. We are already in action, you know it. Now, I am guessing what will you do..."

"Why don’t you try to discover? When you are not expecting, we will ruin everything that’s going on. Just wait for us, Frelsi."

Rat shrugged.

"Ok, then. I will wait. Maybe I will find you in Helheim when the right time comes!" Then, he pulled the trigger, and the Aesir fell from the building.

...

Rurik was still at the Healing Center throughout those days. The doctor basically hadn’t a house, so he would always be staying at that place. He didn’t bother to not have a house, though. Wherever he could be sleeping, he would.

In those days, his work as a healer continued nonstop. Ultimately, it was being busy at the Healing center for everyone.

He was still treating a patient that got struck by a bullet during a mess in the residential districts of the Castle. He didn’t remember the floor where it happened, and he did not have the time to assimilate that either. The man was in a critical state since that shot had messed with his internal organs.

It took one whole hour to finally get him to a more stabilized state, but it would take more than thirty minutes to get everything done.

For the standards in District 42, an operation of an hour and a half was something concerning, and very rare to happen. With all the technology developed regarding medicine, it was difficult for a patient to last so long on the surgery table.

Rurik was finally going to take a break, taking advantage of that time of more peace to rest for a bit, so he could do the remaining thirty minutes of work with his mind more clear.

He sat in a chair in a corner of his desk, crossed his arms, and was going to close his eyes for a bit when someone entered bursting into the room.

"Doctor!" It was a nurse, and she was clearly panicking.

Rurik jumped from his chair, forcing his dizzy mind to operate at 220% and making it reason like it should.

"Where he is?" He said. "This one is stable, we just need to finish the operation, call another doctor to do it."

"Ok. But is not he, but they!"

"Which room, woman!?" Rurik was frantic, and about to start to cry. He just wanted that a hole appeared under his feet and teleported him to a Vulcan.

"They are at the room 34, 35 and 36. 3 people, they all are in a bad state..."

Rurik forced himself to stop the flow of suicidal and melancholic thoughts on his head, gritted his teeth and run to the rooms the nurse said.

All the Healing Center was in a rush that day, and he bumped in a lot of people in the way. Nurses were calling other doctors, doctors calling nurses, people praying for Odin... It was a real mess.

He arrived at the three-lined rooms and was going to open the door of the first, but a coworker and friend of Rurik arrived before and opened the door himself.

"Please, let me take care of this one, Rurik! Go ahead with these two!"

Even though he was hesitant about that, the Aesir knew that he was in a pinch there, and three patients at once wouldn’t be a good thing to manage, although he was a competent person.

"It’s not time to be arrogant, Rurik!" He walked into room 35 and there was a man with an iron bar piercing the right side of his chest, other two doctors were trying to stabilize him, but they were clearly having difficulties.

He signaled them to wait for a while, then ran to the other room, opened the door as well, and took a look. The woman that was there wasn’t as good as him either.

"She was smashed by wreckage in an explosion! If we don’t do nothing, she will die of internal bleed!" A more experienced nurse informed him about the situation right after he appeared at the door.

For a moment, Rurik just let his eyes weep with tears, thinking that he just wanted to give up on that and go back to his home, wherever his home was.

He slapped himself in the face, though, scaring the nurse and rushing inside the room.

"The man at the room in the left has more time to hold on than her. We will work on her organs first, stop the internal bleed, remove the bone shatters, as well as work on rebuilding the bones. We need to do it in time for me to go check on the man of the neighbor room, understood!?"

All of the Healers and nurses there nodded with their heads. Rurik dressed himself properly to make that thing happen. He got his device from his waist: a pair of green gloves. He wore it, and activated it, making its details shine in a strong green light.

"Let’s start in..." A strange and really loud sound echoed through the Healing Center, right in front of the room in which he was.

"What’s it!?" He rushed outside there, looking to the ceiling and seeing a light blue portal appearing there.

Suddenly, someone’s body fell through it and hit the ground with a thud.

"C-Canute!?" The scream of the Aesir crossed all that place.