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Chapter 37

"Two Day Leave"

Part Two

Monday

1030

The following morning Georgie had been transferred out of the Intensive Care Unit as planned. Whilst that process took place, Elvis stepped away for a bit to re-charge and get cleaned up. On the way back to the hospital he stopped and picked up Georgie's cell phone from the clinic so that they could communicate without going through hospital channels and he purchased a bouquet of red roses. He had not received any updates from the MOD and wondered about that. Gaani would most certainly not tolerate the destruction of his bio lab, yet there were no countering videos promising more terror. Maybe that was the trick. Just strike. Elvis was not sure which way he preferred it but he was pleased that he could gain access to the hospital armed with his Sig Sauer pistol. His military rank afforded him that level of authority. If any shit did hit the fan, at least he could do something to slow it down.

He had to pass through security and made his way calmly to the check point. He presented his military ID. The guard scrutinized it briefly, and then waved him through, nodding and bidding Elvis a good day. Elvis headed straight away towards the lift. He looked up and watched the lift location numbers work their way down to ground level. He looked at his watch, and then back to the number again, he was so impatient to see Georgie. Elvis smiled, remembering the special night they shared together. It was not the most comfortable, but at least they had each other to hold.

He was certain Georgie would love the roses as he held them up and inhaled their sweet fragrance. The lift was nearing and he felt his phone vibrate in one of his back pockets. "Fuck!" He thought and hastily pulled it out. There was a text from Spanner. The lift door opened and Elvis waited for the passengers to disembark. One of the males exiting walked right past him and Elvis was certain he knew him.

Elvis abruptly spun around and watched where the individual was heading. This was not good. He followed behind and as he had his phone in hand was ready to snap a photo the first chance he got. The person of interest stopped at the Information Desk. Elvis tried to get as close as he possibly could without being detected. He moved to the far end of the counter and had a decent view of the man's face. Elvis set the flowers down. His eyes looked up and glared at the man. Yes. Elvis knew exactly who he was. He pretended to be interested in some pamphlets, then pretended to be checking his phone, but actually shot off several snaps of the man. Elvis could not hear all that was being said, but it was clear a lot of questions were being asked. The employee seemed to be reluctant to fully satisfy the man's inquiries and he arrogantly walked away.

Elvis watched as he headed towards the main entrance. He made to follow him but stopped when he saw a gray vehicle pull up and his target opened the passenger door. It was difficult to get a good look at the driver, but Elvis was able to catch sight of the license plate. He snapped several pictures just before the car pulled away. Elvis smirked as he checked the clarity of the images and headed back to the counter to retrieve the roses. In short order he found himself at the lift and looked at his text from Spanner: "Call me." Elvis frowned. It was not from his superiors, so he was not being summoned. That was a relief, because he really wanted to spend the day with Georgie. He decided he would upload the images to the MOD and let their specialists deal with his discovery.

Before Elvis went into Georgie's room he found a secluded area and rang Spanner.

"Boss!" Spanner answered quickly.

"Yeah. Wha's goin on?" Elvis said, his eyes darting about for any unwanted listeners. Then he turned his back to minimize his voice carrying.

"Custom's surveillance confirmed an illegal entry into the country." Spanner said.

"Let me guess. Da Chand?" Elvis said dryly.

"How in the fuckin hell did ya know that?" Spanner said in disbelief.

"Because I just saw the bastard!" Elvis said hurriedly.

"What? Where?"

"At the hospital. St. Thomas. Listen mate, I'm 'ere now. I'm on my way to be with Georgie. I'm gonna upload snaps I took of him. And, I managed to get one of a license plate. Listen in, I intend to spend the day with Georgie unless I get summoned. I ain't movin. I don't like that the bastard has been 'ere. Doubt it was for a sick visit. He was drillin a worker about something. Maybe they're monitoring the outcomes of the poisonings." Elvis brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna alert Baxter now so they can heighten security 'ere. They can figure out what that bastard is up to. Text me. Keep me up to date."

"Will do Boss. Georgie's better then?" Spanner asked.

Elvis smiled. "Yeah. She's gettin there."

"Tell her Toni sends her best," Spanner said.

"So. It's Toni now?" Elvis said mischievously. He could just see the crimson cheeks coming through the phone.

"Surprised?" Spanner said laughing.

"Nah. Knew it was comin. Take care mate, gotta go." Elvis looked around. This whole experience this morning heightened his senses.

"OK. Out." Spanner ended the call.

"Out." Elvis responded and looked down at Georgie's image on his phone. Just what was that fucker up to this morning?

Georgie was sitting on a small settee by the window. It was a beautiful day outside and she was enjoying the warmth of the sun radiating on her shoulders.

"Mornin beautiful." Came the dulcet tones from the doorway. Georgie looked up and smiled brightly.

"Good morning!"

Elvis swiftly made his way to her and pulled the bouquet from behind his back.

"Awwwww!" Georgie gushed. "How lovely!" She said as she reached up for the roses and Elvis at the same time. He bent down, handing them to her as he leaned in further and they kissed each other. Elvis straightened to full height and retrieved Georgie's phone from his back pocket. She grinned, "Yay!

"All charged up for ya!" He smiled.

"Thank you!" She set the phone aside and just about put her face into the flowers, taking in a deep sniff. "Mmmmm….These are so beautiful!" She looked up over the top of the red petals at Elvis. He thought her eyes looked sultry and wished they were at home right now. He definitely did not want her here any longer. He was even more worried now. His mind was whirling as he gazed at her. Georgie noticed his disconnect and the sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she slowly lowered the flowers.

Elvis blinked several times, then frowned. He knew he had given himself away, but would not lie to Georgie. He moved to sit down next to her, close to her, so she alone could hear him.

"Elvis. What?" She said clearly startled by the turn of events.

"Somethin happened this morning." He began.

Georgie's eyes widened, "What?"

He looked towards the door. It was closed but he had to make certain. "On my way up 'ere…ya could say I ran into someone…" He looked at her pointedly.

"Who?" She wished he would just spit it out.

Elvis hesitated for a moment wondering how she would react and then decided to just get on with it. "Da Chand." He did not think her eyes could get any larger.

"You're kiddin me! Right?" She said and suddenly felt short of breath.

"Wrong. I'm serious," He said, watching her closely.

"How? How is that possible?" She choked out.

"Good question George. I don't know. But Intel picked up on his movements and somehow he's in London now."

"And you mean to tell me he was here! In this hospital!" She said, her pitch escalating.

"Yes." Elvis said evenly.

"Where was he?" She asked, now setting the flowers aside.

"I saw him get off the lift on the main floor. He was talkin to the information folks."

"And..?" She coaxed impatiently.

"For cryin out loud Georgie! I couldn't hear what he was sayin. Just that it seemed he was askin a lot of questions." Elvis shrugged.

Georgie eyed him intently. She knew how Elvis' mind worked. "What are ya thinkin?"

He rolled his eyes at her but knew he was in deep now. "I think he's checkin on their ricin experiment."

"Experiment?" She spat. "It was a bit more than an experiment!"

"Georgieeee. Stop. Ya know what I mean. It was an experiment. A mass of folks weren't affected. I'm not minimizing it believe me! If I had lost ya, there would be no place I wouldn't unturn to find the bastards! " He did not even realize he had grabbed hold of her hand and was squeezing it. Georgie touched his forearm. She knew he was beside himself.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault. Elvis, you're right. That's exactly what it was. The question now is, what do they plan to do with the information they do have?" She said.

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. He shook his head slowly and shrugged.

The short period of silence between them was broken when Elvis' phone rang.