Chapter 14 - The Silent Infiltration And The Deadly Setup
The dark,
moonless night hung heavily,
oppressively over the quiet,
sleeping city,
casting long,
terrifying,
distorted shadows across the massive,
sprawling hospital parking lot.
Victor,
the highly trained,
completely emotionless,
incredibly lethal mercenary hired by Arthur Sterling,
moved silently,
smoothly,
invisibly through the dark,
empty bushes near the staff entrance.
He was dressed perfectly,
flawlessly in a stolen,
authentic hospital doctor's coat,
a highly realistic,
forged security badge clipped neatly,
professionally to his dark,
expensive shirt.
His terrifying,
cold,
calculated mission was incredibly simple,
brutally straightforward,
and utterly,
completely devastating.
He carried a small,
heavy,
metal lockbox filled entirely,
completely with highly illegal,
extremely potent,
deadly stolen narcotics,
which he planned to plant securely,
permanently inside Emily's personal,
locked locker.
Once the deadly,
illegal drugs were safely,
secretly hidden inside her locker,
an anonymous,
highly detailed tip would be sent immediately,
urgently to the federal narcotics agency,
ensuring Emily would be instantly,
violently arrested,
charged with severe,
unforgivable federal felonies,
and permanently,
totally ruined.
Victor slipped quietly,
effortlessly past the tired,
bored,
unattentive security guard stationed at the front,
glass doors,
his heavy,
tactical boots making absolutely,
completely no sound on the highly polished,
linoleum floor.
He navigated the complex,
confusing,
winding hospital corridors with absolute,
perfect,
memorized precision,
heading directly,
purposefully toward the restricted,
secure staff locker room located in the dark,
quiet basement.
However,
he completely,
foolishly underestimated the incredible,
sharp,
highly trained instincts of a woman raised entirely,
exclusively by a veteran police officer.
Emily,
despite her incredibly unfair,
unjust suspension,
had secretly,
quietly snuck back into the dark,
empty hospital that night,
desperately,
bravely trying to gather her own personal,
physical evidence from her locked files to prove her complete innocence.
She was standing quietly,
silently in the dark,
shadowy corner of the cold,
damp locker room,
her heart pounding rapidly,
nervously,
loudly in her chest,
when the heavy,
wooden door slowly,
creakily opened.
She held her breath completely,
absolutely still,
pressing her small,
fragile body tightly,
desperately against the cold,
metal lockers,
watching in absolute,
pure terror as the tall,
scarred,
imposing man walked confidently,
dangerously into the dim,
flickering light.
She immediately,
instinctively recognized that he did not belong there,
noticing his cold,
dead,
predatory eyes,
and the strange,
heavy,
metal box clutched tightly,
securely in his massive,
gloved hands.
He walked directly,
purposefully to her specific,
labeled locker,
pulling a highly advanced,
expensive electronic lock-picking tool from his deep,
white pocket.
Emily's mind raced frantically,
wildly,
remembering all the incredibly strict,
life-saving,
tactical advice I had repeatedly,
constantly drilled into her head since she was a little,
young girl.
She did not scream loudly,
she did not panic blindly,
and she did not confront the incredibly dangerous,
lethal man directly.
Instead,
she slowly,
quietly,
incredibly carefully reached her trembling,
shaking hand into her pocket,
pulling out her personal,
emergency panic button,
a highly advanced,
direct-link device I had specially,
custom-made for her after the terrifying shed incident.
She pressed the small,
red,
glowing button firmly,
silently,
instantly sending a massive,
silent,
highly urgent GPS alarm directly,
immediately to my personal,
encrypted police radio.
Victor finally,
successfully popped the metal locker open,
smiling cruelly,
wickedly,
evilly as he prepared to place the devastating,
illegal drugs inside,
completely unaware that he had just triggered a massive,
unstoppable,
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furious police response that was currently,
rapidly speeding directly toward him.
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