13 - Physical Conditioning//Foley

"It wasn't a heart attack," the doctor said gleefully, as if that would alleviate Mr. Foley's unbridled fear of death. "Just a minor cardiac event."

"It sure felt like a heart attack," Mr. Foley said.

"You're lucky it wasn't," the doctor said, his delivery still too peppy for the news he was delivering. "But I do suggest to try and avoid any more sudden shocks in the future."

"I always try to remind him of that," Navy said. He was standing beside Mr. Foley in his more casual clothing; a pastel polo and a pair of chinos. Mr. Foley was glad; he wasn't sure what sort of image a balding man in a hospital gown accompanied by his cartoonishly staunch butler would make. "But he won't listen."

"We understand that you have an important role to play, Mr. Foley," the doctor said. "But you should also take care of yourself."

"I'll keep an eye on him," Navy said. "You know I organize all of his medication."

"You're quite the loyal staffer, Mr. Dempsey," the doctor said. "I'll go get Mr. Foley some release forms."

After the doctor left, Mr. Foley huffed angrily.

"Is it another cardiac event?" Navy asked hysterically.

"No!" Mr. Foley exclaimed, putting his hand above his head. "I'm just fed up. I've had it up to here with those phantom thieves!"

"They have been a thorn in our side for quite some time," Navy agreed. "But what can we do about them?"

"Draw them out," Mr. Foley said. "Confront them somehow."

"Won't they just run off?" Navy asked.

"That's why we have to make sure they can't," Mr. Foley said. "Watch the footage until we find something we can use."

"But you're so busy sir," Navy protested. "And I'm busy making sure you're busy!"

"That's true," Mr. Foley relented. He took a minute to think before snapping his fingers.

"Call Ms. Lacombe."