OoO (Josie) OoO

I bypassed the elevator on the 5th floor and took two flights of stairs up to Connor's floor. From the hallway I could see Nick and Kenneth standing guard in front of Connor's door at the end of the hall. With eyes trained on the two muscle necks I quietly crept down the hall towards them. Covering half the distance I came to a four way break in the hall as the corridor splintered off in separate directions. To the right lead down to labs and testing room and to the left housed janitorial closets and the medical supply bay. I eased around the corner of the left corridor moving from potential view of Connor's men and diverted my attention to the medical supply door. I noted the card scanner at the door and focused on the doctor that had just entered the door.

I pressed against the wall beside the door and waited quietly thankful for this part of the floor being desolate. I waited for what felt like hours but were only a few minutes for the doctor to emerge.

A thinning haired pot bellied doctor in his fifties stepped out the door. His nose glued to the clipboard in his hand. I tried to use his distraction to slip by and into the supply room but his butterball turkey of a belly was effectively stopping me. I mentally sighed and tactfully changed up my game plan. I pushed off the wall, squared my shoulders and over exaggerated the mass of my chest. I conjured up my best interpretation of a airhead bombing and approached the doctor.

"Excuse me doctor," I purred in an obnoxiously girly voice.

"Hmm," he asked startled by my presence.

He lowered his clipboard to his side and scanned his person for the ID card. The small metal clip was barely visible in his shirt pocket from his white crisp lab coat. 'Oh great I have to be over friendly.'

"Oh good someone who'll actually talk to me," I giggled, "I'm afraid I seem to be lost."

The doctor's skepticism melted away to concern.

"Oh. Well where is it your trying to go ma'am?"

"I've been all through this damn hospital and I can't seem to find the area for the physical therapy," I said stepping closer to him.

"Oh dear. I'm so sorry but our physical therapy wing is in the conference building across the street," the doctor explained.

His breath shallowed at my close proximity.

"Oh no," I pouted, "well maybe you could check my shoulder to see if it's any better."

I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his bicep.

"I uh uhh I-I'm not your doctor though. I wouldn't know for certain if you've improved or not."

"But surely a strong intelligent man like yourself could tell something."

I lightly squeezed his arm and batted my eyes at him.

"You'd be doing me such a favor and maybe in return I could do a favor for you," I added walking my other hand up his chest.

The doctor shuddered and broke out in to a nervous sweat, "uhh."

"But of course I'm sure you have all the ladies around here doing you favors," I resigned dropping my head in defeat and turning to leave.

"No wait," he called out frantically, "I-I can take a look at least."

I had my back to him staring down at the ID card I swiped when I turned away a mischievous grin was tugging at tge corner of my mouth. 'Too easy.' I turned around and slid the card into my back pocket simultaneously.

"Really," I asked faking enthusiasm, "aren't you just a sweetheart."

The chubby doctor blushed scarlet and shuffled his feet nervously, "w-we can use cot in the staff lounge."

He pointed to a door directly across from the supply room. I smiled seductively and followed him into the lounge. The doctor scanned the hallway for any witnesses before shutting the door. I suppressed a cringe and sat down on the cot. He smiled at me as he stepped in front of me.

"What exactly happened," he asked setting the clipboard next to me and pulling on a pair of gloves.

"Well I was caught up in a robbery and hurt my shoulder," I explained sliding my bad shoulder out of my jacket.

"You poor thing," he said concerned.

He reached out and looked over my shoulder carefully. I took his distraction to slip my jacket off and draped it over my lap.

"Well the definitely seems to be a bit of tension in muscles and joint," he announced rotating my arm around, "continuing physical therapy would be the best option right now."

I dropped my gaze to my lap, "ok doctor."

He turned towards the trash can and worked at tugging off his gloves. I quickly grabbed each sleeve of my jacket and wrung it around itself. I carefully stepped off the cot and approached him from behind.

"Thank you so much and I'm sorry for this," I said.

"Oh it was nothing. Wait sorry for what," he asked.

Before he could turn around I tossed my bundle jacket over his head and tightened it around his neck. The doctor stumbled back and began pawing at the leather vice around his throat. We stumbled back towards the cot and I tightened the hold on his makeshift noose. I had no intention of killing him just wanted to incapacitate him for awhile. His futile attempts to free himself weakened exponentially and his gurgled breathing dropped. A second later his hands dropped to his sides and his body slacked. I scrambled to catch his weight and lobbed him on to the cot. There'd be no way I'd be able to pick up his dead weight from the floor.

Once he was situated on the bed I checked to make sure his pulse was steady. Satisfied he wouldn't die I slipped out of the room and across the hall. Scouting for any witnesses I swiped his card through the reader. The door clicked open and slipped inside. The motion sensor lights flickered on and the sterile orderly room was instantly bathed in a harsh white light. Blinking to adjusted I scanned the shelves looking for any type of anesthesia I could find.

"Damn it why couldn't hospitals still carry chloroform," stage whispered to nobody in particular.

I continued to ruffle through the shelves when I finally found a potential candidate.

"Desflurane perfect."

I shoved a bottle into my pocket along with a needle a small vial of a heavy sedative. I also grabbed a strong pain killer and rushed out the door back across the hall. The doctor was still passed out where I left him. I returned his card to his pocket and fled the room with a pair of latex gloves from the display by the door. I crept down the end of the corridor to another four way break. I turned right and came to the hallway that ran perpendicular to the hallway Connor's men were watching. I spotted a storage closet across from the nurse's station that was caddycorner from Connor's room. I stealthily walked to the closet and stabbed inside undetected. I grabbed a couple rags and broke the vapor seal on the desflurane. Cupped the rags in my glove cover hand and doused them heavily. I balled the rag into my fist and carefully put my hand in my pocket. With the nurse's station being in view I knew I wouldn't be able to immobilized Nick and Kenneth. I had to rely on my authority and hopefully convince them to take a walk while visited Connor. I emerged back into the hallway and walked to Connor's room keeping my glove covered hand in my pocket. Kenneth was the first to spot me and he quickly stood ram rod straight to address me. For a moment I feared he'd be dumb enough to salute me.

"Ms. Hagen," he greeted.

"Kenneth," I greeted back.

"Finally showed," teased Nick.

"Yeah yeah. How is he," I asked gesturing towards the closed door.

"Eh he's a bit bitchy today," commented Nick.

"Ha that's typical male behavior when y'all get sick or hurt isn't it," I teased with a smirk.

Both men roles their eyes abd chuckled.

"Why don't y'all wander down to the cafeteria or something," I said.

They exchanged glances.

"Geez just take a walk. Nothing is going to happen to him whole I'm here," I snapped.

They reluctantly agreed and walked down to the elevator.

There was an empty industrial laundry basket sitting next to Connor's door. I checked the nurse's station and the hall. No one was paying attention so I pushed to laundry cart into the room with me. Connor was snoring in bed and never even flinched against the racket I had made. I locked the door and approached the bed. I removed the rag from my pocket. I clamped it over his mouth and nose and held it firmly. Connor's eyes snapped open and he thrashed slightly before the anesthetic took over. I disposed of the rag and glove turning to the cabinets in the room. I found a pair of dark blue scrubs and tugged them on over my jeans and racerback top. I positioned the laundry cart next to Connor's bed and dropped the safety rail. I removed his IV and heart monitor. I'd only have a few minutes before the nurse's station would be notified of the disconnection. I grabbed both his arms and pulled him across the cart. Connor fell in a heap at the bottom of the canvas lining. I tossed in his bag of personal effects leaving behind his cell phone and tossed my leather jacket in with him. I covered his unconscious body with the crumpled bedding on his bed and struggled to move the cart to the door.

"Bloody hell Connor you weigh a ton," I strained out.

I had gotten the door propped open the cart halfway out when a nurse approached.

"Oh," she exclaimed in surprise.

"Sorry ma'am," I apologized pushing the cart into the hallway.

"Oh no problem...where is the patient," she asked.

"He was taken down for labs I believe."

"What?!"

The nurse took off down the hall and I shoved the cart into the maintenance elevator. We rode the elevator down to ground floor where the laundry room was. The area was deserted and I shoved the cart to one of the loading bays. I opened the door and ran for the rented SUV. When I returned Connor was still out. I opened the back door and pushed the cart in front of it. I threw the bedding, shucked off my scrub and shrugged my jacket back on. With a lot of clumsy maneuvering I managed to tip the cart and Connor tumbled out into the cargo area of the vehicle. I shoved him the rest of the way in, bonded his wrists and ankles, placed a piece of tape over his mouth and covered him with wool blanket before slamming the door shut. I pushed the cart back through the bay door closed the door and returned to the vehicle.

I grabbed my laptop from the passenger seat and opened the hospital security footage. I hacked into the network and deleted all footage of me. I knew it was half-ass attempt considering Nick and Kenneth had already seen me but at least doing this they wouldn't get a tag on the car or the direction we left. I peeled out of the loading dock and headed out of town.