PROTOGEN ( NEW CIVILIZATION)

Part 17---I'm coming for you---

Time: 3:00 AM
Location: New Private Hospital, 100 meters from the Town Hall

The cold night air brushed against Arzina's face as the helicopter slowly disappeared into the darkness above. Hanging from the ropes, she landed silently on the rooftop of the hospital, her eyes focused and determined. There was no room for error this time.

She adjusted her gear, mentally replaying Devin's words: "Do it secretly, no fights, no noise. Just take him and go." For someone like Arzina, silence was a weapon, and tonight, she would wield it to perfection.

Arzina's POV

I crouched low on the roof, scanning the surroundings. Lights flickered in the hospital windows, and I could hear faint chatter from inside. Security wasn't tight, which worked to my advantage. I exhaled, calming my nerves. No police interference this time. Just me, my target, and a clean escape.

Sliding down a fire escape ladder, I reached the hospital's upper floor. The hallways were dimly lit, and the night staff was minimal—perfect for what I needed to do. I checked my watch. Time was running out. Amar won't know what hit him.

I avoided the main hallways, moving like a shadow through side corridors. According to Ivan, Amar was in Room 302 on the third floor. I had to make sure no one would see me—no cameras, no witnesses.

When I reached the third floor, I spotted a single nurse at the desk, flipping through some papers. She looked exhausted, barely awake. I waited for her to leave the desk, using the lull to slip into the shadows. A few seconds later, she walked off to check on another patient.

Perfect.

Room 302

I slowly pushed open the door to Amar's room. There he was—lying in bed, hooked up to an IV, his breathing shallow. Bandages wrapped around his chest where I had wounded him earlier. I could see the pain etched on his face, even in sleep.

For a moment, I hesitated.

Why did I hesitate? Amar was just another target. Just another mission. But something about the way he looked—so vulnerable—reminded me of a time before all this chaos. Before I became what I am today.

I shook the thoughts away. I couldn't afford emotions right now. I had a mission, and I wasn't going to fail again.

I took out a syringe filled with a sedative from my gear, carefully moving closer to the bed. My footsteps were soundless as I leaned over him. Just a quick injection, and he wouldn't even wake up. Easy.

But as I reached down, Amar's eyes fluttered open.

Amar's POV

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a woman standing over me, holding a syringe. It took a second for my brain to register the danger.

Amar (weakly): "Who... are you?"

Her expression flickered—just for a second—before she regained her composure.

Arzina: "I'm the last person you'll ever see if you don't cooperate."

Panic surged through me, but my body was too weak to move. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my chest, forcing me back down.

Amar: "What... do you want?"

She leaned in closer, her voice cold and precise.

Arzina: "You. Alive. But don't make me change my mind."

I swallowed hard. There was something unsettling about the calm in her voice—a calm that told me she was used to situations like this.

Amar: "If you're going to kill me, just do it."

She shook her head, a small, almost sad smile appearing on her face.

Arzina: "Not tonight. But you're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

Without another word, she injected the sedative into my arm. My limbs instantly grew heavy, and my vision blurred.

Amar (murmuring): "Who... are you?"

The last thing I heard before everything went dark was her whisper:

Arzina: "I'm your worst nightmare."

Arzina's POV

Amar's body went limp as the sedative took effect. I worked quickly, unhooking him from the IV and securing his arms with a pair of cuffs. Once he was ready, I draped him over my shoulder and made my way back toward the roof.

The hospital remained eerily quiet as I retraced my steps, not a soul noticing the abduction. It was almost too easy.

When I reached the rooftop, the helicopter was waiting for me, hovering just above the edge. I attached Amar to the harness and gave the signal to the pilot.

Pilot: "Got him?"

Arzina: "Yes. Let's go."

The helicopter lifted off, disappearing into the night once again. As we flew toward the base, I couldn't shake the strange feeling lingering in my chest.

Why did I hesitate back there?

I shook my head, dismissing the thought. There was no room for doubt in my line of work. Amar was my target, and now I had him.

Pilot: "Where to now, Arzina?"

I glanced down at the unconscious figure in my arms.

Arzina: "Take us to the airport base. We've got work to do."

The pilot nodded, and the helicopter sped through the dark sky, leaving the hospital far behind.