Project XII

Chapter Six

Gordon decided to play it cool. "Come with you where, if I may ask?"

"Ms. Jennifer-the nurse, has asked me to send for you. Apparently there's a patient waiting for you."

"I could actually feel my heart stop for a second," Gordon thought, "Guess I'll have to retrieve the backpacks after all, after I finish attending to the patient that is."

Gordon followed the security guard through a series of passageways and doors. At one point, Gordon decided to risk peeking at the tracker. It informed him that he was still headed in the right direction.

Before long, they had arrived at their destination. The guard informed him that they had arrived, smiled curtly and trailed off.

Gordon entered the room and greeted his patient. After apologizing for his lack of punctuality, he picked up a chart that lay beside his patient's bed and leafed through it. His expertise in the medical field made him the perfect agent for the job.

"Ah! The surgery was very successful! I see here that you're experiencing pain in your lower back, but that's nothing to worry about. Those are just some side effects of the surgery. If you'd like, I could prescribe some painkillers."

"That's great news, doctor! But, the pain seems unbearable, so I would appreciate it if you could give me something to ease the pain." The patient replied.

Gordon nodded. He scribbled down some words on a paper and handed it to the nurse. After informing them that he had some work to take care of, he exited the room.

Before removing the tracker from his pocket, he checked to see if anyone was in sight. Studying the tracker's screen, he understood that the backpacks were stashed in the room adjacent to his former patient's room. He turned the knob, but found it locked. "The locked door confirms the readings on the tracker." He thought. He removed a lock pick from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Entering the room, he discovered that the backpacks were lined up against the wall. He wore one backpack and decided to hold both the others in each of his hands. As he turned to exit the room he heard a sickening noise-the alarm had gone off!

He began to sprint at top speed as he retraced his steps back to the elevator. Just as he neared the passageway that led to the elevator, he could hear his name being called.

"Kristof! Stop right there!"

Gordon ignored the commands. Suddenly a whizzing noise shot by him. "What was that?" he thought.

A second later, he grew pale; realizing what had just happened. He stopped running, dropped the bags, turned around and raised his hands, signifying his surrender. "I was so close--" his thoughts were cut short when the door standing a few feet behind him was pushed open.

A metallic grenade bounced off the wall and landed in front of Gordon. Smoke spewed out of the grenade. Gordon was hardly visible to his foes. But who had thrown the smoke grenade?

He picked up the bags and ran towards the door.

"Johnny, am I glad to see you!"

Johnny chuckled. "Heya! Like my toy? I picked it up from the ammunition room."

Whilst they were in the elevator, Gordon found that he couldn't suppress his question any longer. "But how did you know that I was in danger?" he questioned.

"Well, after the alarm went off we were starting to get worried. Then, when I was about to open the door downstairs, I could hear someone commanding you to halt. That's when I figured that the grenade might be my best bet." Johnny explained.