Outside The Hospital
We roared into the parking lot at 60 miles per hour.
Thank God for all that simulator training, because I would have lost control of the car without it.
As we raced towards the building, I saw them:
Eight black SUVs parked in the fire lane, just as Dario had described them.
Nobody was getting out of them, though.
“Go around them?” I asked.
“Go around them andthroughthe glass,” Dario confirmed as he chambered a round in his Glock.
I hoped and prayed there weren’t any civilians on the other side of the entrance.
“If you can,” Lars said, “skid in sideways as we go through so I can jump out immediately.”
“I can do that,” I muttered as I gripped the steering wheel.
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Cesare
Inside The Examining Room
Dario Rosolini had good taste in women, I’d give him that.
Long, brown hair. Pretty eyes and a mouth made for sucking cock.
She was hot, in a girl-next-door kind of way… if you could overlook the pregnant part.
If she hadn’t been such a fat cow, I might’ve fucked her right then and there.
But I just wanted information.
“You Dario Rosolini’s wife?” I asked.
She tried to scamper away – but as fat as she was, it was more of a slow, backwards crawl.
I aimed my gun at her swollen belly.
She immediately quit moving.
“I asked you a fucking question,” I snarled.
“…yes,” she whispered.
She was barely able to look at me, she was so terrified.
“Where is he?” I demanded.
“…I don’t know.”
I was getting pissed. “Isawhim walk in here – ”
“He left,” she said defiantly.
