Martin Vickers
Pachirisu Gijinka
Rustwall City

The old man wasn't able to fool Martin, and as a result, Martin was able to negotiate a decent price for the things he had spent the last few days searching for. Martin felt he might regret forking over the shotgun, but he didn't have the shells for it anyway.

In almost a sprint, Martin made his way to Rustwall City, where, as the name implied, the makeshift city was surrounded by a fortification of metal walls that had seen better days. It would be enough to guard against small raider attacks, but anything more might be a problem. In the meantime, the city walls were patrolled by armed guards. They weren't too vigilant, especially with no real threats visible in the distance, but he knew within a few seconds, if something was spotted, they would have the time to prepare defenses.

They had spotted Martin when he arrived by the city entrance. They hadn't seen the newcomer before, so they did become more alert.

"You there!" one of the female guards shouted to him from the wall. "Who might you be?"

"Name's Martin," he politely replied. "I need a doctor. Is there one in your town?"

She seemed a little skeptical of the Pachirisu gijinka at first, but seeing as how he wasn't well-armed and didn't seem like the kind that would cause trouble, she decided it wouldn't be a problem to let him inside.

"You can talk to Dr. Morgan," she told him. "But keep that pistol holstered. We don't want any trouble. Unless you're attacked first, weapons are only to be used in self-defense."

"Understood," Martin nodded with a smile. "Thanks so much."

She nodded, and Martin made his way into the gates. After walking through the city made of rusty metal, he didn't see any shame in asking for directions from the locals, and eventually he did find his way to Dr. Morgan's medical office. Martin knocked politely, hoping he could get the help he needed here and that he had enough caps to pay for the necessary treatment. It seemed a bit doubtful that Dr. Morgan would have the exact cure, but he figured he could at least try. It was possible that he might know of someone else who did have what he needed elsewhere.

"Come in," he heard a stern voice reply from behind the door.

Martin calmly entered, and came before a black man in his late 40s, bald, with black-rimmed glasses. He hadn't seen Martin before, so unlike his usual patients, he was curious as to what Martin needed him for.

"You're Doctor Morgan?" Martin asked him before getting a nod of confirmation. "My name is Martin. Martin Vickers. I have... a problem with an FEV mutagen I was injected with. It's called EvoTox."

"EvoTox?" Dr. Morgan asked, having never heard of it before. "I don't know of any mutagen specifically called EvoTox, but I do know of FEVs. Come on over."

In truth, Dr. Morgan did have several patients in the past with FEV-related mutagens, but nothing with a strain like this. After Martin emptied his pockets and bags of all the available caps he had on hand, it wasn't precisely the amount that the doctor was hoping for, but he was willing to settle with it. FEV-treatment opportunities were not common at all and it would give him an opportunity to try a trial antigen if the blood test results came back ideal for testing.