The Hunted Chapter 11

Kennedy Memorial Hospital

Washington D.C.

For the past six months, the pilot of the helicopter that Super Shift was in had been in this hospital under maximum security. After months of in activity, something happened as one of his guards ran to the room door.

“Joe! Get in here. I need your help!”

Joe ran into the room to help his friend, only to be hit on the back of the head. As he lost consensus, he saw Bob, the other guard laying near by, a hypodermic needle in his Jugular.



“Leaving early Bob?”

He smiled at the receptionist. “Yeah. I'm not feeling well. Joe said that he'd keep an eye of the vegetable.”

“Ok. Hope your feeling better in the morning.”

As Bob walked out the door, no one saw his face, which seemed to change.