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Johann Ludwig, RED Medic, muttered to himself in German as he drove back from town. He had gone to meet Miss Pauling to help her with something in town, and now it was storming viciously as he drove back. Rain beat his windshield, and his headlights did little to pierce the darkness ahead of him. Lightning split the sky, a semi-truck swerved into his lane, and Medic yanked the wheel to avoid the truck. His little car lost control on the slick ground, and he spun out of control. The ditch swallowed the car and man desperately trying to wrestle back control. "Man, Doc still ain't back," Scout grumbled. "Perhaps he has decided to stay in town for zhe night. It is raining rather hard." Spy suggested. "Yeah maybe. Sure comin' down somethin' awful." The door opened, and Pyro jumped up with a muffled cry the team knew to be 'Medic!', but no German voice answered him back. "It's me, guys." "Miss Pauling!" Scout exclaimed happily. She walked into the sitting room where they all were. "Wait a