“Owen, go to the hospital, interview the victim. Tosh, go with him, get scans if you can.” Jack was in Captain mode.
Grabbing their gear, the pair did as they were ordered, hoping to get more information on a series of attacks by an unknown creature.
The interview didn’t take long and as they left the hospital, Owen’s stomach growled. “Want to get something to eat?” he asked Tosh.
The restaurant was cosy, the food and company excellent; before they knew it three hours had passed.
“We should do this more often,” Owen smiled. “Have dinner with me tonight?”