Disclaimer: I don't own Red Eye. I don't own 28 Days Later. Okay, well, I did buy the CD's but that's about the extent of my rights to the story and character. I wrote this cause it's a challenge to me, and I love playing with other people's characters (within reason, of course!).

A.N.- Going on to round number three! Starting with a round of edits and then continuing with the story. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and keeping up with this story. It's so much fun to write, and I can practically see the ending in sight!

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The room was dark, quiet. The hum of life-support was the only noise to interrupt with steady strumming from the lonely heart monitor. There was a single bed in the room: occupied.

It had been days since the man had been strong enough to resist the pull of the drugs that ran through his veins. When he did rouse into consciousness it quickly resulted in a scuffle. A desperate attempt to cling to life, for what good it did him. The result was still the same: forced compliance by a hard blow to the head. Stitches were needed (and embellished) to further excuse his consequential state. He was under control and that was all that the Organization was concerned with.

So the man sunk further, into the stills between the living and dreamless sleep. It could have been hours since anyone entered his room; it could have been days. In any case, he was still painfully aware when the most recent visitor opened the doors to the otherwise quiet hospital room. The patient opened his eyes what little he was able, trying to follow the blurry figure that stepped into view, failing miserably.

If Jackson had been more aware, he would have dreaded this inevitable visit.

"Don't worry, Jack. You've just had an accident." A voice hissed in disgust, but everything was tuning out of focus too quickly for the bedridden occupant to care. "We all make mistakes, but it will be cleaned up in no time. I'll be sure to give your family my regards."

Jackson was vaguely aware of a pinch in his arm before the world went black once more.

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"I don't want him to wake up, Robert. Is that clear?" The deep voice on the line was steady with professionalism. One could almost wonder if there was a hint of fear. In any case, there was no room for debate.

The other man stood in the busy hall, his posture stiff and shined shoes clinking on the smooth floor as he stepped out of the way of a passing nurse. His brown suit stood sharply against the blues and grays of the staff.

"It is under control, sir," he replied, watching the scene that played down the hall. The target was being moved to an ambulance that would no doubt be waiting downstairs. The selected police on watch did exactly their job, they watched, as the stretcher moved out of sight. Good help was always easy to find for the right price.

"There is no chance he will break out of the coma then?"

"None, sir. Our doctor has been very mindful to his job. We're moving Mr. Donovan to the airport now. We have our men waiting at the St. Thomas' Hospital for his arrival. Dr. Bernale will be handling the medication from there."

Robert kept his voice hushed as he backed casually into the closest room for privacy. One quick glance inside: vacant.

"Good, that's the sort of news I like to hear. None of that bullshit that he caused. He let the job get dirty and it will do him good to rot until we sort this shit out. And Miss Reisert?"

"She will not be privy to the transfer into UN custody. She is, however, aware of his current condition," Robert blamed an over-ambitious Sheriff for that one. "Before they caused any more trouble the Miami Police were pushed to the side for the Federal Bureau to get involved and they will keep it quiet like we want. Otherwise there's nothing more to be discovered from the earlier investigations other than this isolated incident and the Jackson persona."

Isolated, but there were still consequences to be dealt with. The girl had gotten lucky as they wanted to lower the attention she had been receiving. Very lucky. A silent corpse was better security, but in her case it would only open more cans than the Organization was willing to pay for.

"I don't feel Miss Reisert is a threat. Should we consider backing away the surveillance?"

A nurse walked past the room, close for comfort, but didn't seem to take any notice. Robert held a cautious eye on the open doorway.

"Give it one more week, until everything is set up in London. The clean-up on this has gone too smoothly up 'til now to overlook something."

"Of course, sir."

"I'll call again once you arrive at the hospital." The sudden click was all that signaled the end of the conversation. As he left the security of the room, one of his men approached, giving a nod of completion. Robert MacDevett straightened his suit casually after putting away the phone. It would be good to see London again. It had been far too long.

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