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In the ensuing chaos, Doc instinctively drew his pistols looking for a shooter. His guard staff did the same.
"Doc!" hollered one of them, "it came from a long way. Sniper shot." The guard looked down at the injured, "With all due respect, I think you have patients."
There was shattered glass everywhere. Several were injured by shards of glass to include Doc himself albeit not seriously. He attended to the fallen Corsair, placing his fingers at his neck to check for a pulse. Doc could only look up to Ladron and shake his head. One of his staff brought out a sheet to cover him.
Assisting Doc was his wife who herself was a nurse. They bandaged those who needed it. Bar staff tried to work with the remaining Corsair guards to figure out where the shot came from but no one really knew. The shooter used the chaos to escape.
With the wounded tended to, a still bleeding Doc began the clean up, ordering a new window on his datapad. He turned to Comisario Ladron, "Keep your head down, Senor, they may well be readying for another shot." He then motioned him out of view. Doc stayed with him. For all he knew, it may have been for him.
"Damn this occupation!" he blared out loud.