An Impossible Task

Chapter 11

TW: Sexual encounter, 18+ only please. Kidnapping, violence, tension, angst.

John immediately began staking out the ER of the hospital from his car, parked where he could watch the back door, the double doors and Cassie's car. The dog sat next to him in the passenger's seat, intently watching outside the front window.

"Good boy," John told the dog, petting his head. "Good boy."

For 2 days he kept track of the comings and goings of the staff, doctors, secretaries, nurses. No one approached Cassie's car and nothing seemed out of the ordinary with the staff. It was the third day that something struck him as odd. While every car in the employee parking lot moved spots from day to day, the only cars that didn't move were Cassie's and a black BMW three slots away from hers.

He knew he couldn't go to the police department with the license number to find out the owner. He couldn't use contacts from the Continental in order to avoid the adjudicator. It was necessary to find out the information in another way. Sitting in his car, he pet the dog and tried to come up with a solution.

Spending the rest of the day in the parking lot, he finally came up with the answer. Under cover of night, he let the air out of the BMW's front driver's side tire then sat back in his car, waiting for daylight.

After being up for 60 hours straight, he didn't even realize when his eyelids closed and he dozed off, his head peacefully leaning against the head rest with his dog at his side.

Cassie wasn't sure where she was, but the air was musty and smelled like wet earth. The staleness caught in her throat and she coughed until she adjusted to the thickness of the air. Sleepiness tried to overtake her again, but she forced herself awake to make some sense of what was happening. The last thing she really remembered was running into the hospital and getting a cup of coffee, but she didn't think she made it to the ER department. After that, nothing. Nothing.

There was a sound of water, like waves coming into shore, but other than that and some birds chirping, it was silent. She tried to sit so she could stand up, but her legs were like rubber bands and her eyes desperately wanted to close so she just laid back down on the bed again. Cassie heard the door to the room open and she quickly closed her eyes.

"She's still out," a man said, sounding aggravated with a deep, gravelly voice. "What the hell did you give her?"

"Fentynl and Versed," a woman replied. "Versed is an amnesiac. She won't remember a thing. Fentynl will keep her asleep and calm."

"Well, she needs to wake the fuck up," the man continued, gruffly. "If they want Wick to do what they want, they are going to have to prove she's alive, and being half dead from drugs isn't what we need. If he thinks she's dead, you won't get a single thing out of him."

"That's totally not my headache. I'm only here to keep her sedated but functional. The rest of that shit has nothing to do with me. High Table, underneath the Table, the basement, don't care. Who has to kill who is your problem, not mine."

Cassie pretended to just start waking up. She thought the only things she had to protect herself were her brains and her mouth and she needed to start using them now. They were talking about killing people.

She fluttered her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Little Miss Sunshine," the man cracked at her sarcastically. "Welcome to the world."

"Where am I?" she asked in a low voice as she looked around the room with several swift sweeps.

"It's your new home until your boyfriend completes a task," the woman told her flatly, folding her arms in front of her.