Allie heard the door shut, the lock clicking in place.
Sitting up, she pulled out her cell phone, looking for any answering message. None. She frowned. It had sent, she saw that. Why hadn't Flint at least answered her?
Millie watched her. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm not staying in here any longer. I think I'm going to go get help," she told the blonde, not wanting to give away her cover. "You should stay here, take care of the other women, just in case."
Millie nodded, but wasn't happy. "It makes sense, but I miss George." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I don't think they told him anything. I feel like a prisoner!"
Allie went over to the woman's bed, finding she was still a little unsteady on her feet after laying down for so long. That, and she unfortunately had one of the injections in her system. The anti-toxin she had taken earlier helped reduce the effects, but she still didn't feel 100%.
She gave Millie a hug. "Stay here. I promise, I'll come back with help!"
"You be careful, then," Millie told her sternly.
Allie smiled. "I know how to handle myself, don't worry."
She pulled a piece of metal from her hidden pocket to pick the lock. She had been itching to do this all day, but hadn't had a chance until now. First, though, she was going to check out the office….especially the doctor's computer.
She hacked into his sytem easily enough. The idiot hadn't even set a password! She rolled her eyes. If he was that egotistical, she should be able to read his plans easily enough.
She scrolled through the file marked "Bills," seeing a template for the "care" the women had been receiving. According to this, the patients' bills would be in the thousands.
She came across another file, but quickly closed it when she saw the photographs. This doctor, as innocent and handsome as he looked, was, in essence, a pervert. No wonder he worked for Cobra! So far, he hadn't done anything with the women, other than drug them, but then again, this was only the first day.
She closed his computer, shutting it down. Reaching for her phone, she texted a quick message to Flint, telling him to meet her in the room. If she wasn't there, she added, he needed to call the cavalry!
Gently trying the door, in case there was a guard posted outside, she verified that it was locked. She took out her tool and quickly popped it open.
The guard outside was leaning against the door, playing a game on a mobile device. She quickly took care of him, finding a nearby janitor's closet to store his unconscious body in.
She tried to get her bearings quickly. So far, no one was walking down the corridor, which was dimly lit. Allie guessed everyone was busy elsewhere, and slowly made her way down the hall, ready to play the lost damsel in distress should someone come across her.
She paused outside an open doorway. Glancing in, she was surprised to see Gung Ho sitting on a cot.
"Ettienne?" she called softly. He quickly looked up, stifling an exclamation.
"Alison? What are you doing here? Xamot's going to be back at any moment!"
"I doubt it," she said, glancing down the hallway, "but I don't want to find out. Let's get going!"
"He has my phone," Gung Ho apologized.
"We'll compare notes later," Allie told him impatiently. "Right now, we need to get to the room. I told Flint we'd meet him there."
"The room? Isn't that throwing us into the fire?"
She sighed. "I wasn't sure where else to go. I didn't expect to find you down here, a willing prisoner!" she snapped.
She immediately apologized. "Sorry. It's been a long day. Being drugged always makes me grumpy."
She heard footsteps and muttered a curse. There was nowhere to hide in Gung Ho's cell. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him in the opposite direction of the approaching person, flying past the infirmary's door.
She glanced around for stairs. She felt safer with stairs, more secure. You could be trapped too easily in an elevator. Finally, she found a set and ducked inside, pulling Gung Ho with her, making sure the door closed softly behind them.
Without speaking, the two made their way up several flights until they reached the floor with their room.
Allie paused. "Do you still have your room card?" she asked Gung Ho.
He smiled grimly. "It was the one thing they didn't take from me," he muttered, producing it out of his pocket.
She nodded, understanding. They glanced around before exiting the stairwell, to make sure it was safe.
Quickly, they made their way to the room, sliding the card in the lock, which opened easily.
Shutting the door firmly behind them, she sighed, leaning against the door, looking over at Gung Ho, who was doing the same.
"I made a promise to a friend I need to keep," she told him. "Long story short – there are a group of drugged women down in that place they call an infirmary at the mercy of a deranged doctor. We need to get help here fast!"
"Did someone call the cavalry?" asked a voice from the darkness, and Allie was relieved to recognize the voice.
"Shipwreck!" she cried.
Flipping on the light, she saw him standing in her room, smiling. "Flint gave me a card," he explained, holding it up in his hand. "You okay? You both don't look too good."
In answer to Allie's confused look, he stated, "The rest of the team is ready…we just thought too many in your room would cause too much suspicion. Flint's waiting for your signal."
"Where is he now?"
"We have a place not too far from here."
Allie nodded, then looked at Gung Ho, who seemed to be thinking along the same lines.
"We need to go there. This is a bit bigger than we originally thought."
Shipwreck frowned. "Not exactly the orders I was given, but," he smiled, "since when do I not buck orders?"