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It wasn’t long before the edge of the town could be seen, the Seaddler resting on the beach silently while the tall hospital the Triage was based out of loomed on the far edge of town. The sun was starting its slow descent towards the horizon behind us, the sky beginning to shift to a slight orange tint as we pulled into town. We passed by the old hotel, a couple staggering towards it, both giggling and clearly drunk. I pulled the mini-tank up out in front of the Hopeville Triage and hopped out, flicking the engine off as I did. Hitching up my saddlebags as the others hopped off, we trotted over to the door and stepped into the lobby to find it occupied by only a few other ponies, besides the two sitting at the front desk mulling over paperwork. One looked up, grinning a little as she saw us. “Hello, how can we help you today? Or are you here to drop off more supplies?”

I reached into my saddlebag, pulling out the large glass vial that held the implant. “We found some medical tech up at Shady Shores you guys might be interested in. Is there somepony we can see to drop it off?” The secretary flipped through a clipboard, running a hoof down a page of staff members. She pressed a code into a small buzzer on the desk before pressing the large button, glancing back up to us.

“Dr. Pincushion should be coming down shortly, he performs most of the more advanced procedures around here, he’ll know how to distribute the data better.” She went back to pouring over her notes, filling out timetables and setting appointments as we stood around. A grey stallion soon appeared in the doorway, the hem of his lab coat darkened from dried blood. He glanced over to us, grinning and turning around to lead us back down the hallway.

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Posted previously at: 2015-12-13T20:41:08