Gone. Johan was gone. Dr. Kenzo Tenma stood frozen at the door to Johan Leibert's hospital room; his widened eyes focused on the open window.
"Doctor Tenma! Doctor Tenma!"
Kenzo managed to blink and turned his head towards the voice. He saw a police officer running towards him. When the officer reached him, he reached over panting for breath.
"What's going on, Doctor Tenma?"
When the officer finally straightened up, Kenzo pointed to the vacant bed and empty window.
"Impossible! How did he manage to escape? Those windows were sealed tightly! No one in his physical state could open them."
As the officer rushed off for help, Kenzo began to wonder if Johan's "physical state" was better off than he led everyone to believe. After all, he had been shot in the head once when he was ten and managed to fool everyone that he was weak, when he in fact poisoned and killed three people. Now, what was different from this trick? Nine years. That was all. The only thing that changed was Johan's age, but his ways of deceit were the same.
More officers came running down the hall, five in total. All of them looked just as shocked as Kenzo did, if not more so.
"You idiot!" One of the officers grabbed the officer from before by his shirt. "You were meant to watch this room! Now, one of the most dangerous men in Germany is roaming loose!"
Forgetting the crisis momentarily, Kenzo felt a twinge of sympathy for the officer. He could relate to being berated by superiors.
"I'm sorry, sir. I stepped away to use the toilet. I was only gone for two minutes."
The officer loosened his grip on the shirt and sighed. "Two minutes is always enough for the likes of Leibert. We must find him. Put every station within in a 100 mile radius on the lookout, call airports and bus stations. Johan Leibert must not leave the city."
"Should we call the BKA, sir?" A third officer asked.
"Yes. Their detectives are specifically trained for moments like this." The head officer said.
As the officers rushed to get everything in order, Kenzo felt his legs give way and he slid against the doorpost.
Why Johan? Why do you keep doing this? Kenzo thought.