Chapter 13
Garret Thompson was in a meeting when his cell phone started buzzing in his suit pocket. Ignoring it the first time, he sat back and tried to pay attention to the presenter. In his mid-forties, Garret was a big man. Tall and muscular with dark hair and eyes, he looked like he came from distinct Spanish descent. But he didn't. His parents were from England and had moved over to America a year before he was born. Garret always liked being mistaken for being Spanish. It made missions easier and threw off the enemy when they went searching through Spanish records to find him instead of United States records. That and how he spoke fluent Spanish (in addition to German, Farsi, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and French) was the perfect cover disguise. On a mission, he always changed his name to something that sounded Spanish. The second time his phone buzzed, exactly ten seconds after the first ring, he knew something was wrong. Excusing himself from the meeting, he walked out into the hallway and answered his phone. The number was unknown to him and his cell phone.
"Garret Thompson." he answered.
"Hello, Mr. Thompson. My name is Dr. Patricia Ashford. I am a doctor at the Inova Fairfax Hospital. About half an hour ago, your daughter was brought in here in critical condition. Ember got into a terrible accident on the highway involving a sixteen wheel cargo truck. According to her records, you are her legal guardian, correct?"
Garret froze as concern and extreme worry took over him. Ember had gotten into a car accident on the highway. And was sent in at critical condition rating. Garret shook himself back to reality.
"Yes, I am. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Is she stable right now?"
"Yes, we were able to bring her to a stable condition about ten minutes ago. She's in the OR right now."
Garret swore under his breath, thanked the doctor, and hung up. Going back into the meeting, he explained to his boss that he had to leave and why. His boss nodded, allowing him to leave. Garret left without another word, wanting to get to his adoptive-daughter as swiftly as he could.
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