Sending up a silent prayer to the Almighty, Adam changed directions and headed for the red cross truck that was always set up at these things. They were mostly for treating cuts and bruises and dehydration and were rarely equipped with the kind of manpower or equipment needed if this thing went bad. Hopefully the city had prepared for the worse.
He set down his kit on one of the coolers. "Get ready to received injured," he ordered. He immediately began unpacking what he might need. "Prism here," he said into his comm. "I'm at the Red Cross station. Setting up now."