Easing his katana back into the saya at his side, he droped one hand back into the volumopus sleeve of his gi useing the material to cover his nambu pistol from view. Waveing Michael back. "Stay in the room with Franks and Lupiner, I will go look. Let no one, not even the doctors until I return." With that he kicked off his sandles and sprinted down the hall in socked feet.  As the door to the elvator opened on the floor he raised his hand and droped it just as swiftly. "Terry, follow me, we're going down to physio." Not bothering to see if he was followed he made his way down hurridley to the physiotherapy room. Libra's Shadow badge filling his hand as he approached the first guard.

Adopting a comanding tone, with as much of a command presence as he could muster, Thomas speaks. "Report. What happened here?"

"Terry, you're a tech, check the machines in there. See what the bastard did to them if you can" As he spoke, he ran, heading for the elevator. The once concealed Nambu now obvious in his hand. He doubted he would catch anyone, but he had to try. Running he spoke into his personal com to LSHQ. "We've had a situation down at St. Andrews. One assassination, and what I am guessing was another gone bad, resulting in a dead nurse. Police will be on scene soon, but after we are going to need all avalible to run security for downed mechwarriors. Have Luke and Robert contact me ASAP, Shinyo out." By the time he finished speaking he had come to a stop, without so much as a description to go on, there was no chance now that he could find his target, which meant it was time to do what he can to keep anyone else from becomeing victims, as well as collect what reports he could from the nurses and anyone else. Maybe security cameras would have a good image they could work with...though he suspected that an assassin of any calibre would not be wearing thier own face if they where masqueradeing as a tech. Still, maybe Rei could digitally strip a disquise off, and give them something to work with.

Terry moved over to the first machine then looked back at the closest nurse,"This'll mighty difficult without some tools. Call your handyman and get him up here with his gear please."

Obviously the maneuver was meant to shock the life out of someone . . but who?

Taking a second, he looked back at the nurse. "Can you please find out who was scheduled for therapy next in this bed?" He reached behind the machine and pulled the plug to prevent any accidental contact with the frame and did a brief check of the rest of the equipment as the nurse went to check her records.

When he got back from his search his eyes held a dark coldness, his face a mask of frustration, makeing it clear to all without words that the assailant was gone. After checking in with Terry and finding out what was done, he made a search of the patients scheduled for physio in the next little while. After discarding all but the mechwarriors he was left with two names. Mikhail Lupiner of Galahad, and Alex Cellini of the Black Lions. Both of whom it seems where originally scheduled to use the machine, though Mikhail was first on the list, makeing him the primary target no doubt of this impromptu electric chair. Time to report in.

It was a frim and disgruntled looking Thomas that steped into Mikahils room after letting the other two know who it was so as to not enter into a hail of bullets. Bowing he looked at Mikhail, the combine born warrior obviously clinging to tradition as an anchoring point for his emotions. "Lupiner-san. It seems you where the target of this assasin, or rather one of the targets." Not spareing any details he gave Mikhail the full report of what happened, when he was done he finished with. "I do not believe any injured mechwarrior should be allowed to be without escort. I imagine all the hospitals will be stepping up their own security meassures, but I think we will need to do the same ourselves...it seems the storm is moveing faster then I had feared."