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R for Revenge
Chapter Eight
John Morgan pushed the wheelchair down the corridor he trained his thoughts solely on escaping on the hospital while his passenger rambled on about going home and seeing her cat Tilley.
"Didn't you take me down to x-ray last week?" the old lady asked turning in her chair to get a better look at him
"No, it wasn't me" Morgan replied looking behind him as he heard running footsteps, he sighed with relief when he saw it was just a nurse
"Are you sure?"
"Yes" god, he wished he could leave her somewhere but he knew he needed her
As they around the corner towards the lifts John Morgan saw two police officers heading up the corridor still searching every room, he lowered his head as he speeded up the wheelchair he had almost made it passed them when the old lady had to open her toothless mouth, he tightened his grip on the handles of the wheelchair as he heard her say "What's going on officer?"
"We don't have time to stop and talk to the nice police officer the ambulance is waiting, you want to go home don't you?" he asked hoping the nervous tension he was feeling wasn't evident in his voice as he carried on pushing the wheelchair passed them.
By now Officer Johnson had become immune to answering question from patients and visitors alike, ignoring the old lady's question he diligently carried on searching the rooms.
The police officer's radio suddenly crackled to life, as John Morgan carried on he heard the words "the suspect is a white male, approximately 5'10", 170 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes, approximately late 30's or early 40's. Approach with caution the suspect his armed and dangerous". His description had to have come from the CI5 agent; he was the only one who had taken notice of what he looked like, the nurse in the examination area had barely even glanced at him. Reaching the lift at the end of the corridor Morgan turned the wheelchair around and backed it into the lift and waited for the doors to close but someone stop them and entered the lift with them.
Having found the abandoned white doctor's coat and glasses on the toilet room floor Murphy and PC MacDonald continued searching the second floor where they had found Bodie; Murphy couldn't get the image of Bodie laid taped and bleeding on the operating table, his chest carved with the letter R, if it was the last thing he did he was going to get the bastard for Bodie. Turning the corner they found the injured porter staggering up the corridor holding his head.
Murphy flashed his CI5 badge at him "What happened?"
"Some guy hit me over the head, stole my porter's coat, what the hell would he want with that?"
PC MacDonald was immediately on his radio "Suspect now dressed as a porter, I repeat suspect now dressed as a porter"
Officer Johnson receiving the latest radio message stopped in his tracks and looked down the corridor at the porter backing the old lady in a wheelchair into the lift; he was approximately 5' 10 in height blonde hair in his late 30's early 40's it was him. Shouting into his radio as he ran after him "the suspect is in the lift on the second floor, repeat suspect is in the lift on the second floor, I'm in pursuit" he started to run towards the lift
As the lift doors started to close John Morgan saw the officer running down the corridor, the feeling of being trapped washed over him he was back there inside his cage in the Angolan prison, he could smell the stench of his own body odour, unwashed skin mixed with stale urine and faeces permeated his nose reminded him of how he lived like a caged animal in his own filth. He heard his jailer's taunts "You filthy English pig, you are nothing but scum, mercenary scum"
Panicking Morgan saw the doors closing once again, he started to frantically press the button for the doors to reopen; they made a sort of a grinding noise then jammed half way in confusion, squeezing through the gap John Morgan took off towards the stair but to get to the stairs he had to pass PC Johnson. This was where his army training came in useful, he kicked Johnson in the stomach doubling him over in pain; clenching both his hands together he brought them down hard on the PC's back he crumbled to the floor at Morgan's feet. Stepping over him Morgan started to run towards the door leading to the stairs, once through the door he ditched the porter's coat. Halfway down the stairs he heard the door below open and then footsteps and voices coming up. They were closing in cornering him, suffocating him he rubbed a sweaty hand over his face he wasn't going back, he wouldn't survive the cage again, they broke him once this time he knew he wasn't strong enough to withstand their torture
"You think you can escape...laugh....there is no escape for filthy English pigs like you" his jailer's words tormented him
Morgan looked back up at the way he had come and then down at the big window there was only one option he could see to escape, he jumped down the last few steps and looked thru the window at the ground below. He saw a skip full of old mattresses and desperate to flee he backed up a few steps and threw himself at the window, it broke with ease cutting and tearing at his exposed skin as the glass shattered around him and then he was free falling towards the skip he landed awkwardly on his left shoulder dislocating it as it slammed into the exposed rim of the skip he screamed out in pain before the momentum from the fall sent him crashing to the ground. He quickly scrambled to his feet his left arm limp at his side as he ran across the hospital yard climbing on to a line of rubbish bins by the wall, he managed to climb over with one arm successfully dropping down on the other side, he cradled his injured arm with his right and headed off down the back alley ducking into a yard when he saw a uniformed police officer coming towards him. He pressed his back up against the cold brick wall and held his breathe as he heard the footsteps go by, he waited counting to ten and then looked out in to the alley to see if it was clear, looking left then right he took off once again down the alley onto the street where he jumped on the back of a bus that would take him back to Mike's flat.
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Dr Jones looked down at his sedated patient laying somewhat peaceful in the hospital bed, his upper body bare expect for the white bandage wrapped around his chest, hearing raised voices he looked towards the door of the private room, hadn't his patient being through enough today.
George Cowley paced the floor of the hospital corridor; he thought this day couldn't get any worse but he was wrong when he saw Murphy's body language as he walked towards him, Murphy's shoulders were slumped forward his head bowed his eyes unable to meet his. It told Cowley everything he needed to know
"How did he escape?" Cowley bellowed before Murphy had a chance to said a word
Murphy was sure Cowley could mind read, he stopped in front of his boss and kept his head down staring at a crack in the tiled floor "He jumped through a window and climbed over the wall into the back alley sir"
"And where were the boys in blue when this was happening?"
Murphy cringed as Cowley's voice rose as he shouted "He gave them the slip sir"
Dr Jones came out of the private room his hands shoved deep inside the pockets of his doctor's coat a sign that he was tense, the noise was unacceptable to him, he had patients to think about "Mr Cowley this is a hospital it is certainly not your office, my patients require peace and quiet so they can recuperate"
George Cowley turned to face a very stern looking Dr Jones, he hadn't realised he had been shouting that loud "Sorry, it been one of those days" he turned back to Murphy "get back to the base, I want a name putting to our mystery man"
"Yes sir" Murphy took off down the corridor
"Yes he's out of surgery, they repaired his lung and re-inflated it successfully, as a precautionary measure and to help him breathe they placed on a ventilator for now"
"Thank god" at last something was going right
"I think the surgeon had something to do with it too" Dr Jones smiled to ease the tension
"And Bodie?"
"I've sedated him he's resting peacefully now"
"I want them ready to travel as soon as possible?"
"Travel? Mr Doyle as just undergone surgery"
"We have a crazed mad man on the loose; I need to take them to somewhere where I can protect them"
"Mr Cowley I don't recommend that you move Mr Doyle" the doctor stood to his full height and looked down at Cowley he pushed his chest out like a puffin
Cowley wasn't intimidated by the doctor sudden increase in height "I didn't ask for your opinion, I want to know when he can be moved?"
"Not for another twenty four hours" the doctor sighed in defeat
"And Bodie?"
"In a few hours" Bodie was his patient and what he was about to do was beyond the call of his duty to his patients but in this case his patient needed him "I'm coming with you, where ever you take them I coming"
"That won't be necessary doctor"
"I'm no psychiatrist and with Bodie current state of mind he won't let anybody touch him other than me, he knows my voice and he trusts me, I see no point in upsetting him further."
Cowley had to admit that the doctor was right "Very well I'll make arrangements" Cowley turned to walk down the corridor and then stopped and turned "Thank you doctor"
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John Morgan turned the key in Mike Strong's front door and slipped into the bedroom without Mike's wife Brenda see him. Releasing his left arm he searched through his duffel bag for some painkillers, dry swallowing two he picked up his leather belt and walked over to the window and took two deep breathes and placed the belt between his teeth, pulling his left shoulder back in slammed it into the wall on the left side of the window, he bit down hard on the leather belt as pain exploded through his shoulder, he felt it crack back into place, the world through the window spun turning his slid down the wall on to his behind closing his eyes he started to shake.
"You're weak, you're pathetic; you couldn't kill yourself and end your own miserable life, how do you expect to seek your revenge and end his"
TBC
