Chapter 129 – I’m Just a Tourist Passing By!
Trauma Team, as the name suggests, operates in tightly organized squads.
Each team typically consists of five core members: a driver, a senior medical technician, an assistant, and two heavily armed security operatives.
The driver almost never leaves the AV (aerial vehicle). He stays in the pilot seat, armored to hell and back, flying the gunship like it's an extension of his own body. Smashing through cars? Not a problem. The client's insurance covers everything anyway.
The senior medical technician is the heart of the operation—a battlefield doctor trained to keep the client alive no matter how bad things get. Side effects, complications, trauma? Not their problem. Stabilize the client and get them to the hospital. After that, it's up to someone else.
The assistant is a glorified gopher: carrying medical kits, hauling crates, helping move bodies—alive or dead.
The security team? Walking death machines. Most are retired special forces, hardened mercs, or Trauma Team's own hand-raised psychos in armor. These guys don't hesitate. They shoot first. Then shoot again.
Arthur stood still in the hotel lobby, head lowered, his face hidden beneath a shadow. The network scrambler on his implant ensured no camera could identify him—no face recognition, no heat signature tracking.
To any electronic surveillance, he simply didn't exist.
Of course, someone could still investigate... but who would bother unless he was Hanako Arasaka?
The corporations wouldn't waste that kind of effort for someone like him.
Meanwhile, Jim—the team's lead medic—was having a crisis.