Which of course they weren't, pulling up at the front door of the massive complex, siren blaring, but going almost unnoticed in the unexpected tangle of police cars and news vans blocking the front entrance.
"Hey, they told us to be discreet, but somebody else beat us to it," Peter quipped as he climbed out of the driver's seat, "Is that the nurse that wanted to see us?" He pointed at a tall blonde in scrubs standing nervously off to one side of the crowd of police, bystanders and reporters. He waved as Ray joined him, adjusting his proton pack.
The nurse came over, nervously pulling them aside, "Your secretary said you'd be descreet!"
"Honey, this is discreet, for us – I don't think anybody noticed us what with all the hub-bub already here – what's up?" Peter leaned read her nametag, "Phyllis."
"Some rare toy got stolen from the fund-raiser displayed in the lobby earlier this morning. Will you come with me, and PLEASE, try to be quiet? The janitor has it cornered in one of the conference rooms in Pediatrics.
"Sure, we'll take care of your "rat" problem. Hey, Egon," Peter added as they stepped into a side entrance, "Any readings so far?"