When he fell and glared back at me, his look of anger turned to horror as he realized what I had done. He touched his neck and a dab of blood dotted his finger. When he looked at the blood and then glanced back at me, I recognized that look. I had seen fear in the face of men enough to know that he was afraid.
“You fucking killed me.”
“I thought it was just a dose to make me sleep.”
“I fucking lied, you bitch.”
He staggered to his feet and started towards me.
Fuck. It’s time to run.
I dashed to the door as he staggered behind me like a decayed zombie. Once out in the hallway, I ran in the direction he had come from. I did not know what I faced there. The hallway led to some stairs which led down into an enormous warehouse. Empty shelves with a scattering of pallets loaded with who knew what made the warehouse below me a maze.
I had no idea where the exit was, so I continued to run away from the offices. Glancing side to side down gaps in the shelving, I ran barefoot through the warehouse. A red exit sign glowed to my left. Running toward it, I heard someone approaching from behind.
“I’m going to get you. You fucking bitch.” Wagner shouted.
I didn’t slow down when I reached the door. Pushing through it, I broke into the bright afternoon daylight. I glanced behind me to see how close my thin captor was.
And slammed right into a barrel-chested man, which knocked me to the floor. I glanced up quickly as I scrambled away from him. He strode toward me with a menacing snarl.
It was Stu.
Chapter35
Search and Rescue
“I knewhe would fuck this up,” Stu growled as he towered over me.
I pushed myself away from him, scrambling on the hot pavement. He was a powerful looking brute, and I wasn’t sure he didn’t have balls of steel. As he neared me, I tried anyway, kicking up towards his crotch.
The big man turned just enough that my kick slammed into his muscled thigh. Worse yet, he grabbed my leg when I tried to kick him again. He lifted me nearly off the ground and flipped me over onto my belly. He knelt down with his knee on my back and put his full weight on me, forcing every ounce of air out of my lungs.
“Stay down, Doc. I can make this painless and quick or I can make this very painful.”
“You don’t want to do this.” I managed, though it came out weak and wheezing.
“Are you going to stop struggling? Or do I need to knock you out before I drag your pretty ass back into the warehouse?”
Someone burst through the door that I had just exited.
“Wagner. You fucking idiot.”
“I’m sorry, Sarge. She kicked me.” He paused and neither of them said anything for several breaths. “In the balls!”
I heard Wagner stagger, and then his body bang against the door.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“She also… stuck me with the fucking needle…”
“What? Oh, you are a resourceful little bitch. Aren’t you, Doc?”
“Help me get her back inside so you can stick her with the morphine.”
Wagner shuffled over to us and Stu stood, lifting me easily by the arm as he did. They both took an arm and started towards the door. The thin man’s steps came haltingly and his grip was weak. The burly man’s grasp nearly cut off blood flow.
“There’s no more… morphine.”
