“You sure that’s the case?” Jack replied, pausing to light a cigarette. Just then a series of clicks, clack, and ch-chink sounds emanated from the unlit portions of the garage.
Sam’s expression went from arrogance to concern, but his voice didn’t portray it.
“Do you honestly think this changes anything?”
Jack’s smirk disappeared when he notice Sam’s tongue shuffling about the inside of his cheek. This was something h’d seen some German officers do during the war.
“No you don’t!” He yelled, drawing his weapon and firing with a speed and accuracy he thought he’d long since lost.
Jack’s aim was true; the bullet penetrated Sam’s right thigh, causing blood to gush out of the entry and exit wounds.
“RAAA!” Sam yelled out in pain as a small white orb fell from his mouth. Before the double agent could even think to try and re swallow the tablet, Jack brought him to the ground and restrained him. Once Sam was handcuffed, one of the officers applied a field bandage to stop the bleeding. Soon after the ambulance arrived and Sam was loaded into the back for transportation. Jack followed it to the hospital, cautiously optimistic about finally getting some answers.
Jack followed the ambulance closely – watching very carefully in case same tried to make some kind of escape. Luckily, the drive to the hospital was quiet. When they arrived, Jack rushed out of his car to catch up with the gurney Sam was being wheeled in on. This hospital was known as ‘Metro General’ and was typically crowded with emergency patients, and gunshot victims with doctors and nurses rushing about the place like they’d all lost their valuables.
Not tonight, however. When they walked into the Emergency Ward, Jack was perplexed by how empty the room was. As he slowed his pace, he noticed the medics pick up their pace, and Sam had this odd look on his face; like he was expecting something to happen. Even the lights had been turned off. This was supposed to be a 24 hour operation – why were the ligh-
“Aww hell,” the detective complained as a sudden realization came over him.
“We tried to warn you, Jack…” Sam’s voice trailed off as the gurney disappeared into the shadowy distance.
Not long after that, a single figure stepped into the light. He was dressed in surgical scrubs, complete with shower cap, face mask and latex gloves. In one hand he held a hypodermic needle that was filled with some sort of clear-ish fluid.
“Just what do you think yer gonna,” Jack started to ask as he was cutoff by several mean rushing from the surrounding darkness to grab and restrain him. Jack tried to fight them off, but there was just too many of them, and they seemed to know what they were doing.
“Believe it or not son, this is your lucky day,” the doctor said as he eased up to Jack and inserted the needle, pushing the plunger all the way down. The doctor stepped away and the men let Jack go. He tried to stand, but the drug was already having it’s way with him – his muscles were far too lax, and he could barely stand. Within moments, Jack lost consciousness, and his world faded into nothing.
When Jack woke up, he was confined to a recliner by leather straps at the chest, wrists and ankles. If it hadn’t been so comfortable, the contraption would have been easily mistaken for an electric chair. The lights were incredibly dim, and he could hardly see past the chair he was stuck in. As his wits came about him, Jack realized that he wasn’t alone, wherever he was.
“Hello?” he yelled, getting no reply.
“HELLO?” he repeated, much louder this time. Still no response.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT?” he screamed. This time, a door opened in front of him from about six feet away. The intense light that emanated from the doorway all but blinded Jack as he closed his eyes reflexively.
“Sir, I can assure you that this is no game. You have a real problem here.”
The voice caught Jack off guard; he wasn’t expecting to deal with a woman in this kind of situation. Sure; this was the modern era, but it was still considered extremely rude for a man and woman to be in a room alone without being married.
“Don’t flatter yourself, mister McDuff,” the woman seemed to reply as the door closed, keep her features a secret from him.
“Pardon?” Jack replied.
The woman sighed, and Jack could almost hear the woman slap one of her palms to her forehead.. “Some detective you are; I can read minds.”
*That’s what I was thinkin’*, Jack thought to himself, knowing for certain that she would hear him.
*If you don’t mind – man I need a beer – sorry. Let’s keep this little encounter in our heads – and a steak! damn I’m hungry! – sorry again. Ok?*
The woman sighed again, and Jack could hear her take a seat. This was going to be a long night.