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"So let me ask you...what exactly do you know about me?" Freddy asks.
Shrugging, Dr. McCormick says; "The other night I heard you say that you were the head of a syndicate. And I've heard some rumors."
"Rumors?" Freddy asks.
"People say you run the "Lynch Mob", which makes sense considering your last name." Dr. McCormick replies. "I assume you're a mobster."
Smiling briefly as he nods his head slowly, Freddy says; "Honestly the majority of my businesses are legal. You ever heard of 'Soapy Slots'? It's a chain of laundromats where you can play slot machines while you wait for your laundry to get done. I also got a couple of large consignment furniture stores and a vending machine company that even contracts with the police stations around the city. But what everyone always hears is that I'm an arms dealer."
Cocking his head slightly, Dr. McCormick asks; "I've heard that you're into other things besides just running guns; but out of the things you mentioned which of those paid for this mansion?"
Laughing out loud Freddy blurts out; "I like you Doc. Blunt and to the point." Studying the Doctor for a moment; "I may have my fingers in a brothel or two, even fence some high end hot items every once in awhile. But ya, the gun running is the most lucrative, but it also has it's downside of course. Which is why I'd like to hire someone like you."
"To patch up your people when they get shot?" Dr. McCormick asks rhetorically.
"Ya." Freddy says; "And since you've been in the joint, you know how these things work. You get a call, go to where you're needed, do your thing, and you get paid and leave. No questions, no paperwork."
"That's pretty much what I thought you'd want." Dr. McCormick says; "But I have some requests first."
Suddenly suspicious, Freddy says; "Requests? What requests?"
"I need drugs." Dr. McCormick tells him. "Lots of drugs."
Freddy's face suddenly shifts to an angry glare as he says; "No. I don't deal in drugs. At all!" As he speaks Freddy becomes more animated as he begins waving his free hand in the air; "I've known way too many former friends that have been hooked on drugs and done stupid shit. And heard of too many criminal cartels and crime families that have been taken down by simply getting some druggie nobody to turn state's evidence. No drugs!"
Surprised by Freddy's reaction, Dr. McCormick clarifies his request; "I'm not talking about cocaine or heroin. I need antibiotics and such for my clinic. You know...pharmaceutical drugs." he explains.
"Oh." Freddy replies meekly.
"Since my incarceration I can't write any prescriptions." Dr. McCormick tells him; "And while my mutant abilities allow me to heal wounds, I can't really do anything about viruses or the common cold or any number of ailments that my patients come into my clinic with. So I need to find someone that can supply me with a wide variety of pharmaceutical drugs."
"With the kind of money I'm talking about you won't even need your clinic doc." Freddy says with a smile.
"You supply my clinic and we can negotiate my fee for patching up your people." Dr. McCormick insists; "Several of my patients see me because they can't afford to go any place else, so I'm not exactly doing it for the money. I'm doing it because I'm needed."
Looking at the Doctor for a moment, Freddy says; "This clinic really means alot to you. Helping people I mean."
"Yes, it does." Dr. McCormick insists.
"Ok." Freddy tells him. "Give me some time to figure out how to get you some drugs. Probably help if you could give me a list of what you want exactly."

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"So let me ask you...what exactly do you know about me?" Freddy asks.
Shrugging, Dr. McCormick says; "The other night I heard you say that you were the head of a syndicate. And I've heard some rumors."
"Rumors?" Freddy asks.
"People say you run the "Lynch Mob", which makes sense considering your last name." Dr. McCormick replies. "I assume you're a mobster."
Smiling briefly as he nods his head slowly, Freddy says; "Honestly the majority of my businesses are legal. You ever heard of 'Soapy Slots'? It's a chain of laundromats where you can play slot machines while you wait for your laundry to get done. I also got a couple of large consignment furniture stores and a vending machine company that even contracts with the police stations around the city. But what everyone always hears is that I'm an arms dealer."
Cocking his head slightly, Dr. McCormick asks; "I've heard that you're into other things besides just running guns; but out of the things you mentioned which of those paid for this mansion?"
Laughing out loud Freddy blurts out; "I like you Doc. Blunt and to the point." Studying the Doctor for a moment; "I may have my fingers in a brothel or two, even fence some high end hot items every once in awhile. But ya, the gun running is the most lucrative, but it also has it's downside of course. Which is why I'd like to hire someone like you."
"To patch up your people when they get shot?" Dr. McCormick asks rhetorically.
"Ya." Freddy says; "And since you've been in the joint, you know how these things work. You get a call, go to where you're needed, do your thing, and you get paid and leave. No questions, no paperwork."
"That's pretty much what I thought you'd want." Dr. McCormick says; "But I have some requests first."
Suddenly suspicious, Freddy says; "Requests? What requests?"
"I need drugs." Dr. McCormick tells him. "Lots of drugs."
Freddy's face suddenly shifts to an angry glare as he says; "No. I don't deal in drugs. At all!" As he speaks Freddy becomes more animated as he begins waving his free hand in the air; "I've known way too many former friends that have been hooked on drugs and done stupid shit. And heard of too many criminal cartels and crime families that have been taken down by simply getting some druggie nobody to turn state's evidence. No drugs!"
Surprised by Freddy's reaction, Dr. McCormick clarifies his request; "I'm not talking about cocaine or heroin. I need antibiotics and such for my clinic. You know...pharmaceutical drugs." he explains.
"Oh." Freddy replies meekly.
"Since my incarceration I can't write any prescriptions." Dr. McCormick tells him; "And while my mutant abilities allow me to heal wounds, I can't really do anything about viruses or the common cold or any number of ailments that my patients come into my clinic with. So I need to find someone that can supply me with a wide variety of pharmaceutical drugs."
"With the kind of money I'm talking about you won't even need your clinic doc." Freddy says with a smile.
"You supply my clinic and we can negotiate my fee for patching up your people." Dr. McCormick insists; "Several of my patients see me because they can't afford to go any place else, so I'm not exactly doing it for the money. I'm doing it because I'm needed."
Looking at the Doctor for a moment, Freddy says; "This clinic really means alot to you. Helping people I mean."
"Yes, it does." Dr. McCormick insists.
"Ok." Freddy tells him. "Give me some time to figure out how to get you some drugs. Probably help if you could give me a list of what you want exactly."