The Mirdini MSPAF Mafia Memorial

EVENT

The Assembly is busy going over facts and opinions of all shapes and forms when it happens. So busy that they don’t see the car headed straight for the hospital entrance until it’s far, far too late. The first indication many have is that of Kenji Ryu looking up, his skin blanching in the short moment before he starts shoving people towards the walls. The next, only seconds later, is of a ear-splitting

CRASH

as the Aston Martin slams through the Hospital’s façade, taking out three stories of glass and steel. Most of the crowd manages to scramble to safety, cowering behind doors adjacent to the lobby or pressing themselves up against the walls. hp2rt, however, is not so lucky.

The automobile hits them as they desperately try to pry open a locked door, slamming them into a wall and killing them almost instantly.

Understandably shaken, it takes almost three minutes before the first intrepid Assemblymembers manage to work up the nerve to even approach the vehicle. Once they do they confirm that hp2rt is indeed dead, and from the keycard you find in his lapel pocket manage to confirm his identity through the (miraculously unharmed) lobby computer system.

hp2rt was Dr. Manuel Paiva (MD), PASSIONATE SHITTY CRIME DRAMA CONSULTANT. He was a simple surgeon at C.J. Memorial for the majority of his life until he managed to save the life of a television producer’s wife a few years ago. The man had been looking for a doctor to vet the medicine on a new series his company was producing - *P*O*L*I*C*E* went on to become the smash hit of the decade in the nation, and Dr. Paiva had grown inordinately wealthy as a result, despite the TERRIBLE scientific value of the show. Still, what had captivated him far more than his newfound wealth was the idea of being a TOP SLEUTH like all the stars he saw filming from day to day. He’d read up on a slew of PRIVATE INVESTIGATIVE GUIDES and had been raring for an excuse to put your MONTHS OF STUDY to use.

The new STATE OF EMERGENCY and the presence of terrorists in his hospital was just such a time. Though he’d been only a rather mediocre doctor his INTENSE RESEARCH had probably actually paid off. He had access to the staff database as he had “happened” upon the password while rooting through his administrator’s desk one day for TOTALLY PLAUSIBLE REASONS, and every night he could sneak onto it to CROSS-CHECK two occupants of the hospital against each other. Then, using his MASTER SLEUTHING he could determine if they shared or did not share alignment in the hospital’s EPIC STRUGGLE. Of course being a MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL he could also attend to another person during the night and keep them safe from any LETHAL EPISODES.

As he was DEAD-SET on finding the MEDICAL MALCONTENTS and bringing them to justice (and hopefully becoming an ACCLAIMED GUMSHOE in the process) he would have won when the MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT had successfully rooted out all threats to C.J. MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and thereby ended the QUARANTINE.

The death of Dr. Paiva is a fell blow indeed, both to the Medical Establishment and to crime dramas everywhere. The police risk another sortie to retrieve the doctor’s body, and the Assembly moves their meeting into a boardroom near the top of the building, as the lobby isn’t particularly habitable any longer. With the sun just reaching its zenith in the sky, there were still decisions to be made – and the Assembly certainly wouldn’t allow Paiva’s death to go unavenged.