The Mission: Part 2/3

I had changed into the janitors uniform and had also grabbed his keys off of his person for later.

Someone came walking towards me, saying "There's a spill over in room 102, get it cleaned before the supervisor gets back" and then he went and walked away.

I had remembered that Jessica's room was room 103, so this was a surprising coincidence but one that I was expecting. I decided to go and set the EMP on a timer, but first I had to check room 103 to make sure that Jessica was still present and that I wasn't wasting my time.

I headed upstairs, but first I set the EMP device to go off in about 15 minutes, long enough for me to clean the room.

The best way to act like a mercenary is to take the role seriously, so if someone told me to clean up something, I will make whatever it is spotless, so that's what I had done. I checked in on room 103 and had noticed that there was a silhouette that was in the in the bed, I removed the cover that was covering said silhouette and there she was. The woman that I was here for I thought with a malicious gleam in my eye that had turned back to being aloof.

I decided to go and change her checkout time before the EMP device went off so as to not suspect her leaving early. I went to a nearby computer and logged in as the personnel from which coat I had taken earlier in the ambulance.

She was meant to be discharged two days later as per ordered by the doctor, but that had nothing to do with me. I told a few nurses that she should be discharged in 5 minutes or less, so they hurried up and put her in a wheelchair for me.

Someone had doped her up earlier in case she had decided to run away, that someone might or might not had been me using the anesthetics that I had "borrowed" earlier.

The process was fairly easy, I just dropped her off in the front and then went back into the closet with the sleeping security guard and had changed back into the nurse's outfit that I had equipped the security guard with after napping his uniform.

I got back up to the main forayer and grabbed her wheelchair intending to bring it back into the parking lot. After bringing her to the parking lot I called an uber, there were a few in the nearby vicinity as this was a highly populated area.

The process only lasted about 10 minutes, and the EMP still had about 5 minutes, leaving me enough time to escape and get away without anyone noticing.

As I was stuck in my thoughts there came a light coughing sound which freed me from my thoughts, I then noticed that there was one of the hooligans that I had spotted in the bar earlier that was talking to me as there were a few more that were surrounding me.

"Didn't you here us? I said that we'll be taking her off of your hands." He said in a cold tone.

"No can do, I have to deliver this one especially" I said in an even colder tone, leading them to get pissed off at that, as there was rarely anyone that ever talked to them like that.

"Well, since you don't appreciate our sincerity, then we'll have to take 'er off of you forcefully." He said in a slight accent.

I lit a cigarette and just started laughing, like it was the funniest thing that I had ever thought. While thinking that this was going to be another cliché like in the novels.

"What're you laughing at punk?" one of them said while signaling the others and leading them to surround me. At this time Jessica was beginning to wake up as I hadn't drugged her for long, as I had wanted to let her feel fear, but she did wake up earlier than expected.

"What's going on" She said in a fearful tone with a panic stricken face.

"Nothing little las, we're just here to finish out business that was interrupted last time." Said the only one that I had recognized from the molestation incident the other day and a gling ran across his eyes.

Her face went pale at that thought. "Can you help me? Please! I will do anything that you want me to do if you protect me." she said in a hopeful tone.

"Sure" I said in a flat tone, leading her to become stunned as she had probably thought that I would be head over heels to touch 'quality product'.