Roxy was less than pleased when she woke up on an operating table. She had been perusing file cabinets in the basement of the Dodgson Women's Hospital when she'd felt a prick in the side her neck. Luckily, her tolerance training against tranquilizers allowed her to come to pre-lobotomy instead of post.
The first nurse had failed to notice Roxy grabbing the nearby sedative syringe until it was jammed into her ass cheek. She barely had time to yelp before she was keeling over, senseless. The second nurse had come at her with a scalpel, but Roxy's right hook sent her flying into a nearby chair.
The brunette was still slumped back in her seat, her arms dangling limply by her sides. Her companion lay naked on the operating table, her head hanging off the edge, a soft snoring coming from her slack, open mouth. Roxy finishes buttoning herself into her white uniform. She holds up a surgical tray, checking herself out in the reflective surface.
Roxy steps in front of the nurse in the chair and plops down in her lap. She straddles the goon, tilting her slack face up to meet hers. She gives her a couple soft slaps.
The nurse blinks awake. She grimaces as Roxy slaps her again.
"Hey. Hey! What floor are we on?"
The nurse stares blearily back at Roxy. "What... s'what's happening?
"What. Floor. Of. The. Building. A number? Or do you want me to kick the shit out of you again?"
"No no... uh... four?"
"Fourth floor? What wing is that, Hematology?"
The nurse blinked sleepily. "Hey... do you work here?"
Roxy glanced down at her uniform and gave a frustrated sigh. She rears back, then headbutts the henchwoman. The nurse's head snaps backwards, her eyes rolling up in her head. She gasps, then falls limp, a final groan escaping from her lips. Roxy rifles through her pockets and pulls out a security keycard: LYDIA PLATT. CLEARANCE LVL 5. She gives the unconscious nurse's face a friendly pat.
"Thanks Lydia. I'll see you back at the station."
