Chapter three: Cleaning.

Chapter Three: Cleaning.

I could barely sleep after I was found. Those words from George left me wanting to answer him something that would leave him thinking even about his dreams. But he was right. In my father's book he described many of his close friends and enemies. Any of them could walk through the door of that hospital observation room. I fought the fear. If they found me, I had to be ready to face them.

—We could have a problem sir —. The nurse said as she entered the room. I remember seeing her gray eyes, her slim figure, and the grace with which she prepared the injection of red liquid. In my father's book there was only someone like that

—You came to kill me —. He ordered you.

—Not today —. She answered by turning around and adjusting her fringe of white hair.

His simple answer, his look that revealed his desire to be ready for anything raised my adrenaline to a thousand. «I'll gouge his eyes out with the needle» I made my next move. What he would do next would be the work of providence.

—You are Professor William Foster's daughter, Megan Foster.

—He knows you're looking for him. He wants to see you —. Without warning, careful and agile, Megan drove the needle into my neck —. Hurry, the rest will be coming soon —. The observation room door was completely sealed —. Well, they already arrived.

A thick, calm voice clarified the situation over the loudspeakers. «Megan's name? They did not explain to you that the use of non-prescription drugs can be highly dangerous».

—I don't have time for this, Dr. Woods. You can go to the point —. Said the nurse as she readied a magnum from her pocket.

—Sure, please, let's meet at the medical department —. The door opened; the hallway lights came on.

As he walked next to Megan he kept wondering if she was trustworthy. Understand me doctor. It might as well be a trap, but he was already dead before this.

If you remember when we first met? You were behind that super thick glass wall. . In one of those rubber suits you doctors use to work around contagious diseases. Poor thing, I still don't know how his glasses didn't fog up inside that hulk.

—When I was sent to this place, I never thought I would have the pleasure of meeting you, Dr. Woods —. Said the nurse —. September is a good month, right doctor?

You hit the glass with your fist. The lights hanging from the ceiling shuddered. I don't have time for your stupid little games. You are going to take me to the Checheper or wait for the cleaning crews.

I thought Megan would punch through the transparent wall and strangle him in a split second. But I was more calculating than her. Do you remember I told you that you could not help him escape? «He has one of those remote controls with which they can get us out of the restricted area of the hospital». That was my mastermind working in action.

—Your services may be required by the Checheper —. He will be delighted to receive it.

You opened the doors to the first floor for us. My skin chills when I remember the costumes with masks. They were the kind that have two bumps that look like a pig's nose, but larger than the cleaning equipment. With M16 rifles they gave us a ballistic welcome.

With a centimeter of gap between the three doors, Megan drew her «Glock» and punished the skulls of the government men with two shots to each front. He changed the magazine and sent along with two more bullets the warning that they were not going to pass that way. From the fright you took me by the hospital gown to cover us from the shots of the survivors of the cleaning team.

Almost as if we've known each other forever, you and I take up the enemy's bloodstained weapons. That was the first time I took an assault rifle. It was heavy and if I could barely stand, now imagine how the gun danced in my hands as I emptied an entire magazine. We did not give one, but it was enough for Megan to pierce the chest covered in white rubber suits. I still remember how I became paralyzed when I realized the speed at which everything climbed.

—Here's a phone, right Woods? —. Said the nurse as she checked her ammunition.

—I think there's one in the back of the room, but we don't have that much time. We must escape through the sewer of the infirmary.

—If he did not catch up with you in three minutes, go down to the lake outlet. Follow the water. They will find them there.

My body weighed me down. I barely had enough breath to keep from fainting. «There is little to come, boy» he told me as I clung to his shoulders to keep up with him.

Remember the surprise we ran into on the way to the infirmary? Without aiming, you broke the window in one of the rooms. We jumped in so as not to die from the large caliber of the Tundra. I got my gun back just before one of the bullets tore my hand into thousands of pieces.

I saw the sealed uniform of a Marine peeking out from where the window used to be. He took aim at me and fired. You pulled me by the arm. The bullet grazed my left thigh. I screamed in desperation. The blood that came out of the wound was a mixture of red and green. I tried to shoot him with my gun, but the trembling of my hands would not let me aim.

The soldier left the room. He put his green eyes on us. You dove to one side and push me to the other. The wall received the bullet from the sniper. You fired from the ground to give us cover.

The Marine took cover from the doorframe.

Silver peeked through the crack. Two shots nearly broke my arm.

—Almost there —. He said when you dragged me out of the robe.

With a nudge he opened the infirmary. The Marine ran as far as his long legs allowed. You sealed the door with your remote, but he destroyed the hinges. Three blows threatening to knock down the only thing keeping us safe. At the last roar I remember hearing a symphony of cookies being crushed, a neck breaking.

Scared to death I opened the door. That Megan smile still bothers me. «I was missing this for the collection». He said as he gathered the Tundra as if it were a trophy.

Already up in the helicopter after going through all the putrefaction of the sewer, my adrenaline dropped. Until that moment I entered because of what was about to happen. If the black uniforms with night vision goggles on their helmets and a drawing of three arrows pointing to the center were what I thought, I was about to meet one of the most dangerous men on the planet. The Checheper and his so-called «agents» he knew devastated cities from within at best. At worst they swept everything away as if the place in question had never existed.

Even when he was scared to death, he had no choice. I was ready.