With the way that Lucy was flying the helicopter, at such perilous speeds and at such low altitudes, Carter was desperate to get his mind off her flying. The Midway Airport Control tower came over the radio, demanding that they return to the airport and land immediately. Looking behind them, they could see another police helicopter closing in on them.
"Hang on." She said.
She abruptly took the French-made helicopter into a dive, bringing the helicopter even closer to the ground, and a cry out of Carter, before leveling out just feet away. They were in a new commercial area, and there were several parking areas and office buildings. Lucy had little time to play around. Manipulating the controls like a veteran, she ducked behind a building, hovering while the pursuing helicopter passed them from above.
"Why Paul Sobricki? He tried to kill us--killed you." He said.
He couldn't believe that his life was in danger. He didn't deserve to die, but he brutally stabbed him in the back, and killed Lucy.
"Because he's a part of our lives. He didn't know what he was doing at the time. On top of it all, we're supposed to be saving lives. If he dies, it won't make anything better. I didn't come over seven thousand miles and over one month of running to lose a life, even if it's the one responsible for mine." She said.
Carter thought about that for a moment, remembering that Valentine's day, the spinal tap that he and Lucy performed on him. Carter realized that he felt pain, and thought that they were attacking him. He was married, with a wife, and now, a son. He didn't deserve to die.
His mind was made up and he answered with one word.
"Ok." He said.
As soon as the pursuing helicopter had cleared, Lucy brought their helicopter out of hover and increased altitude once again, taking the helicopter on a course that would take them south to Chester, Illinois.
"We should be there in less than two and a half hours." She finished.
As soon as they were clear of the Chicago city limits, she brought the helicopter up to its maximum cruise speed. They had enough fuel to cover the three-hundred and fifty mile distance to the hospital, with a few hundred miles to spare.
At the Chester Mental Care Center, Dr. Benson was following his temporary routine. It was interesting work for him as a psychologist. It will be unfortunate for him to leave so soon; first hand knowledge of mental illness was invaluable to his work as interrogator. However, he had a job to do, and a deadline to make. He had already altered Sobricki's computer file so that he would receive a medication that would cause a fatal interaction. As per his employers instructions, he already altered the various computer logs to cover his tracks. It was perfect: anyone investigating his death would conclude that it was a computer error and think nothing else of it.
His work was done. Packing up any trace of his true identity, he told his secretary that he was going out to lunch. He was almost to the front door when he heard a helicopter overhead. It was landing right in front of the hospital. He immediately saw the Illinois State Police graphics. Then he noticed that there were no other police cars or officers around the area. A young man and woman exited the helicopter.
He recognized one of the two that exited the helicopter as the decoy, Dr. John Carter. The pilot was the woman that his employer was pursuing. No! They'll ruin everything; he had to escape. He continued calmly walking to his car when she spotted him.
She ran after him, drawing out a semi-automatic handgun and aimed it square at his back. She came within ten feet of him and stopped.
"Freeze!" She shouted.
Damn her! He did as she said. She had the upper hand for the moment; only for the moment. He was armed with a Glock 7 inside his coat, all he needed was a few seconds.
Carter came to her side when he saw he draw her weapon.
"Lucy?" He said.
"I've got this covered Carter, get in there and help Sobricki." She answered.
The tone in her voice was one that Carter had never heard Lucy use before. It was a tone that made it clear that she was not going to argue with anyone.
"I'm going." He said.
Several of the hospital staff had already noticed the helicopter and came outside. Carter came up to them and showed his identification.
"I'm Dr. John Carter, Cook County General Hospital, Chicago. I have reason to believe that the life of one of your patients, Paul Sobricki, is in danger. The man that my friend is holding may be the one responsible." He said, his tone equally no-nonsense.
"I'm Dr. Hall, the Chief of staff. We've already called the police." The Doctor said.
"You better call an ambulance while you're at it. I need to see Sobricki right now." He said.
"This way." Dr. Hall said.
Carter went with Dr. Hall into the hospital while two of the orderlies remained with Lucy.
"Do you need any help Miss?" One of them said.
"No. Don't touch him, don't approach him, don't talk to him, don't even look at him. Is that clear?" She said without turning to face them.
"Yes Ma'am." The orderly said.
"Namen, I want your hands on top of your head." She said.
Namen hesitated for a moment. He was going to lose his opportunity to escape. Lucy noticed his hesitation.
"Do you want to get shot?" She said.
Namen did as he was told. After his hands were on top of his head, Lucy ordered him to drop to his knees. There! This was his opportunity. He had one chance. As he dropped to his knees, he deliberately went off balance, forcing one of his hands to catch his fall. Instead, he went for his weapon, rolled onto his side and fired at her. She hit the ground, returning fire as the Orderlies went for cover. He went for his car, firing as he ran. She was pinned down by his barrage of bullets and stayed on the ground. By the time she could regroup, he was already in the driver's seat and already burning rubber out of the parking lot.
The ambulance arrived before the police did, and, wasting no time, Lucy went with Carter to the hospital with Sobricki. Fortunately, the drug interaction was caught early, and after pumping Sobricki's stomach, he was stable. Carter and Lucy took a Taxi from the hospital before the police arrived and rented a car so they could get back to Chicago. They returned to Midway Airport to retrieve Lucy's S6, dumped the rental car, and went back to the apartment. By that time it was almost midnight. There was nothing else they could do for the night so they slept.