It didn't take long for us to reach the repurposed casino. Slots machines piled in a corner, cashier turned into a small armoury, and a spray painted sign painted next to a staircase leading to the clinic I was told about.
"She ready?" I heard some one ask.
"Yes she's been drugged and she's ready to go."
"Good. I'll get started."
"No you don't." I jumped into the conversation.
"And who the hell do you think you are."
"Her bloody husband," I was getting angry, "And his bloody son." I pointed at my father's back who I spotted out of the corner of my eye.
"Daniel? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get my wife."
"It's too late for that."
"What do you mean 'its too late'?"
"She's already been drugged and is being prepped for surgery."
"But they haven't started." I was already running up the stairs to the clinic.
"Daniel! Stop!"
I burst into one of the hotel rooms that had been fitted for surgery finding it empty. I continued down the hall way looking in room after room not finding her. There was one door left. I could hear a heart beat monitor beeping inside. Knowing that I could be too late I calmly opened the door to see three surgeons standing around a bench. One sawing her head open. I collapsed onto my knees and cried. It felt like something died inside of me. Her cheery attitude, her beauty, her love. All gone.
"It's ok son, its ok."
"No its not," I sobbed as I took out my 9mm and my life went to black as I shot my self.