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Medic Guy, whose name is actually Freddie, leads you to his ambulance outside, parked next to Ladycop’s police cruiser. Freddie the Medic opens the ambulance’s back door and deposits the partially-conscious cop inside. At your direction, Freddie unclips Ladycop’s radio from her belt, tosses it into her Ladycopcar, turns off the lights, locks it, and throws the keys into the bushes. Then you all climb into the ambulance.

Freddie lays Ladycop down on the stretcher, while you and Wonder Woman sit on the bench seat. The medic unbuttons and pulls off his puke-covered shirt, an off-white T-shirt covering his portly torso. He tosses the shirt in a corner. “Sorry about that” you say in sympathy.

Freddie shoots you a look, as if to say that’s what you’re sorry for? “Shit man, I’m an ambulance jockey. Getting puked on is just Tuesday.”

You tie the Amazon’s hands to the railing behind her while Freddie tries not to stare at the tits on display. “Does this thing have a lojack?” He nods. “You know how to disable it?” He stares at you for a moment, then shrugs and climbs into the driver’s seat. He makes sure you’re watching as he reaches down and switches off the two radios, then reaches behind the radios to grab a cable and unplug it from its socket.

“Cheap ass things are always crapping out” he says, trying for a light tone. Being back in his ambulance seems to have calmed him some, and his hands barely shake as he turns the ignition over and the engine comes to life.

“Where to, boss?”

You look from your unwilling accomplice to Ladycop lying on the stretcher, her eyes open but blurry, loose strands of blonde hair framing her face. Then you turn to the Amazon Goddess sitting next to you, chin held high ignoring your existence for the moment. You let your eyes travel down over her magnificent exposed breasts and down her long toned legs.

“I know just the place.”