((Sorry for the delay. Just wanted to make sure everyone was ready. Future updates’ll come much faster, I promise.))
Seeing that everyone is done with questions, the old man grunts again.
”Good. The car’s in the back, it’s the brown Bronco. Guns are located in a panel in the trunk.”
With that, you all are ushered out of the room, envelope in hand...
Several hours later
Though situated in New Jersey, Hatchwick is essentially what pops into the mind when you think "Midwestern Town". It has a main street that curves like a bow without a string, and branches off in several different directions. Northward, you have Bray Road, with the highway office on one side, and a construction site on the other. Going westwards is the downtown, filled with all sorts of small businesses and tourist traps. The town itself seems to be attempting to grow, but such plans are being nullified by the sheer mediocrity of the place.
The hospital itself is fairly nondescript, a bland beige building situated in a lot all to itself. From the outside, the whole building seems to be bustling with frantic activity, doctors and nurses scrambling to and fro. The air buzzes with a frenzied, panicked chaos. This is the state of the hospital as one particularly inconspicuous brown car pulls into the driveway.
((It’s go time people. The investigation begins now.))