My midnight blue Porsche screeched to a halt in front of Lilycove General Hospital.
I stepped out of the Porsche and glanced around, a sneer forming on my lips. The hospital had turned into a fortress, literally. Helicopters were hovering around with searchlights spreading in all directions. About ten squadcars and fifteen media vehicles were parked in the parking lot towards the side.
The moment I stepped out of the car, a helicopter aimed its beam on my car, for a few moments and then, went away. They didn't seem to think that I was a threat.
Not yet, anyway, but I was going to be a serious threat.
I smiled with impunity as I walked towards the entrance of the hospital, where two of Lilycove's Finest stood waiting. As I approached, they waves me through with a lazy smile.
The best part about being a dreaded terrorist is that I don't look like one at all...I just look like a cute, freckly University teenager{which I am anyway} but I've been told that my beauty is deadly deceiving.
Deadly deceiving.
I felt in my pocket for the Asthma inhaler, which actually contained deadly Cyanide Toxins, which would first induce a massive heart attack and then, break down into nitroglycerides, spreading into the bloodstream.
Imagine that, having a heart attack, and your blood carrying toxins throughout your bloodstream..
The plan was easy, simple. All I had to do was meet our contact inside the hospital, who'd help me get the 'Perfect Cover', quite literally.
But the carrying out part was the obstacle.
"I'm really curious, is that what you always look like during practising hours, Doctor Wooster?" I asked a doctor who was looking into his clipboard quite intently as he walked next to me.
He gave a yelp and turned around. "Who who what? What? Oh, it's you," he sighed and sank into a chair nearby.
"Well?" I asked him casually. "Which ward is Nick in?"
"He's in the Intensive Care Unit, Second Floor. It's a fortress in there, be careful..."
"Don't worry, I will," I told him with a mischievous smile. "They haven't managed to catch me yet, so how will they ever?"
He blanched slightly and proceeded to wipe sweat from his brow.
"If you pull it off, your name'll go down in record books of Hawks who killed a mole right under the nose of cops."
"If you fail, you'll be captured, and..."
"They wouldn't dare to capture me," I said shortly.
"What?"
"Nope, they wouldn't, unless they want a whole bus of schoolchildren not too far from Lilycove, whose status is yet unknown, to explode in a tragic fireball will they? In an unavoidable trade-off, they will have to release me..."
"You're a fireball you are," he said quietly, shaking his head. "Good luck with your plan."
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I emerged from the bathroom in standard green surgical robes.
My plan was to walk right into the Intensive Care Unit. Hopefully Chufflin and Mark had hacked into the PA Server system...
"Admit Cardiologist Samantha Greenfield into Intensive Care Unit," a voice blared over the P.A. system.
I grunted. Too early, I thought as I hurried towards the Intensive Care Unit. A posse of policemen stood outside the door, trying to fend away Media people and reporters.
"Samantha Green?" One of them asked me. "Go right in," he snapped as he tried to push away another reporter trying to get a shot through the tinted windows.
Unlike the corridor outside, the Intensive Care Unit was silent.
Deathly silent.
As silent as tomb.
There was only one patient in the six bed Intensive Care Unit. The ElectroCardioGraph unit showed that his heart was stable.
But it wasn't going to be like that for any longer...
As I approached, Nick gave a sudden wheeze and gasped, but his breathing soon settled to the normal rhythm.
I approached his bed slowly with a sadistic grin. Here was the little weevil, who was ready to betray us, just for an escape...
He gave another cough, and suddenly opened his eyes with a jerk. He gazed around the room sleepily and looked at me tiredly.
"Doc," he coughed. "I'd like to make a deathbed confession...about the terrorist attacks Hawks are planning, call the cops...before I die..."
"Indeed, so you show signs of remorse?" I asked him icily. Luckily he didn't know who I was yet.
"Yes," he gasped. "I'm sorry..."
"You had better be," I said sarcastically and pushed my mask downwards. The face with a tired pathetic expression now looked at me with fear and shock.
"Jeanette?" he gasped.
"Yes, and I think we oughta dispose of you, Nick," I said slowly.
"No wait, no no please..." He begged.
"A Hawk never reveals secrets. Bad, Nick, very bad..."
"No...no.." he pleaded. "Forgive me Jeanette..."
"Did you try and kill yourself when capture seemed inevitable?" I hissed at him. "You're a shame to the Hawks, you're a traitor- no you're worse than a filthy traitor, you worm...you shall die for this!" I hissed venomously and jabbed a hypodermic needle into his vein.
he looked at it dumbly and gasped. "What...does...it..do?" he wheezed.
"Congratulations," I said quietly. "Your body is now full of the most dangerous toxins," I smiled.
"No no..." he gasped, convulsing.
Little snake, I thought venomously, as I launched an Avalanche breakdown in the fullwave rectifier. If the pn junction circuit worked, then they wouldn't know that his heart has stopped until about five minutes later.
Meanwhile, the cardiograph buzzed unsteadily from the wall. His heart beat weakly and then...a straight line. No waves.
I hurried out of the Intensive Care Unit after dropping a note at the bedside table, and headed back to the bathroom to change. Now, for the fun...
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As I stuffed the dress in a closet, alarms started ringing.
"Emergency, emergency, patient in Intensive Care Unit has suffered a massive cardiac arrest!"
Poor blokes didn't know it was already too late.
I followed some of the media crew who were rushing to the door of the ICU.
"What happened, doctor?" A big burly man with a number of badges asked a white haired person in a stethoscope as they wheeled his body out on a gurney.
"No go...he's dead, Chief. I'm sorry," he said after chekcing his heartbeats. "It looks like a massive Cardiac Arrest to me,"
"No Chief, it was poisoning!" A new voice yelled suddenly.
"What?" The cry was echoed by most of the people outside the room.
"There was a note inside," the young officer turned white. "It's from..." he handed it to the Police Chief who impatiently snatched it.
He read the paper quickly and he turned pale too. His mouth sagged and beads of sweat appeared on his face.
"It's from...Hawk Queen...
Too bad, you'll never catch a Hawk alive, and even if you do, I'm always around.
With Love,
Hawk Queen.
Better luck next time."
He sagged against the wall. "The dreaded international terrorist...slipped through all my precautions..."
"Chief, she still might be around!" Someone objected. I stiffened slightly and the gloating bubble inside me shrinked slightly. However, it inflated again as the chief replied, "No chance...she's probably miles away by now...no comment," he snapped at the reporters and camerapeople, hastily brushing them away in his effort to get out quickly.
"Chief Hooke, will you be alright?" The officer asked. "You're the only person who knows what Nick said about those Hawks!"
"I'll be fine, Samuels, call all officers off here. And don't worry, I'll be fine," he said impatiently to his charges.
Don't be sure, Mr. J Hooke, you're next on my target.
