Part Two
Dr. Morrison sat in the corporate offices of Morrison & Platt. Going over his latest results from his experiments he had recently conducted when Mr. Platt walked in.
"Hey Andrew"
"Mark"
"I got a phone call from nurse Mann at the clinic. Seems we have a new recipient for your work. And I also got a lovely call from the corporate offices in New York. It seems that our silent partner has someone he wants you to conduct some 'special' work on."
"Does this someone have a name? And, is he government?"
"His name is Darien Fawkes and yes he's government very secret government in fact. He's already at the clinic he's the one nurse Mann called me about. Our partner wants you to retrieve something for him. It seems Mr. Fawkes has a small synthetic gland at the base of his cerebral cortex. He wants you to remove it and send it directly on to him, he says he will pay very handsomely for it if you do this."
"It's not my regular kind work."
"Yes, he said as much. He also said not to worry that you could do whatever you like with him when you're done IF the surgery doesn't kill him that is."
"I guess I can do it, but just be sure you get a small incentive upfront."
"Already done." Platt walked over and laid a check for $150,000.00 on Dr. Morrison's desk.
Good it's as good as done then. I'll leave for the clinic in the morning. With that Platt walked out of the office with a malevolent grin. "Oh and Andrew." Platt went over and tossed a pair of sunglasses onto Dr. Morrison's desk "Our partner said you may need these."
"What are they?"
"Our Mr. Fawkes can turn himself invisible due to our little gland. He says these make it possible to see him when he is."
"I don't know about this. It sounds like our partner stands to make more out of this deal than we do."
"I know but he says if everything goes according to plan we stand to make millions off this one tiny little gland."
"Okay but I still think we could make more by doing this on our own."
"Yes but our partner knows how to install the thing and we haven't a clue."
"Yeah I guess tell him it's a go. I'll take the first flight out tonight but first call nurse Mann and tell her I'm coming and also tell her to prepare a room on the fourth floor."
"Done."
With that Mark Platt walked to his office to make a few very important phone calls. He was going to be very rich, filthy rich in fact if this went well. And nothing and no one was going to get in his way.
Back at the clinic the next several days were supposed to be filled with rigorous testing and extensive psychotherapy. Since Dr. Morrison would be gone at least for the next few days. Darien had no choice but to give into all this mumbojumbo. He thought that talking to Ms. Bannon about some of what happened and his fears since being rescued was all just useless.
Dr. Morrison arrived at the hospital the next afternoon. He proceeded to take Darien's case away from Dr. Peters saying it would be better this way and that if he knew what was good for him he would stay away. Dr. Peters didn't like it. He had just come up with the right meds with help from Claire. By the sounds of things Dr. Morrison was not going to use them. Dr. Morrison then had nurse Mann move Darien to a room on the fourth floor where he could do his experimentation more easily and without questions from any of the staff.
Nurse Mann came to Darien's room about 10 minutes after receiving orders from Dr. Morrison. Darien lay half asleep in the bed. While Bobby was sitting in the chair reading some employee records that Dr. Peters had given him earlier in the day. When nurse Mann came in they both jumped.
"Hey Betty what's up?" Bobby asked.
'We need to move Mr. Fawkes to another room where he can receive better treatment."
"You need some help there, ma'am?"
"No I think Mr. Fawkes and I can manage."
"Yeah Hobbes he grunted in pain I think we got it." He said as he tried to hoist himself off the bed and failed.
"Here let me help."
"I SAID WE HAVE IT!' nurse Mann said being rather agitated and pushed Bobby out of the way.
"Hey it's okay I think I can use the help."
"If you insist." She said.
"I do." Bobby came over and helped Darien to a wheelchair. Nurse Mann reluctantly allowed his help. She rolled Darien away with Bobby trailing closely behind.
Dr. Andrew Morrison met them at the fourth floor nurses' station ready and eager to get this underway.
"Mr...." he stretched out his hand.
"Hobbes Bobby Hobbes and this is Darien Fawkes you think you can fix his leg doc?"
"I sure am going to try."
Nurse Mann could you please show Mr. Hobbes here to the waiting room."
"I thought I would go with him."
"You will see him later on, but right now we need to conduct some tests."
"Okay whatever I'll be right here waiting my friend." Bobby said to Darien.
"Thanks Hobbes." With that he was rolled down the hallway to a private room where he was given a strong sedative.
Claire was so excited; she and Dr. Peters had found something that just might help Darien finally get better. But when she got to Darien's room he was gone. It looked as though he had been moved. She asked all of the nurses she could find. Nothing. She knew it couldn't be Bobby because he wouldn't leave Darien's side. Let alone leave without telling her so she thought.
She was frantic she ran through the halls looking everywhere when she came upon Dr. Peters at the front desk. He looked concerned and worried. So she knew something was wrong, very wrong.
"Dr. Peters have you seen Darien Fawkes?'
"Yes I'm afraid I have."
"Well, where is he?"
"I can't say."
"Yes you bloody well can and will."
"You just don't understand it's my job if I tell you."
"Yes, but what's more important your job or someone's life."
"He wouldn't,"
"He has and will again if we don't get to him fast!"
After a bit of arm-twisting he stammered and came clean.
"Okay, okay it's Dr. Morrison he does these experiments on the 4th floor. He had Mr. Fawkes moved there. He takes anyone who has any kind of military, state, or political background and he uses him or her for experimental procedures. He says they're much more suited and strong enough to make it through the surgery. But I've only seen a very few even survive. He said he'd have my job if I ever told anyone."
"No! Her hands flew to her mouth. How did he find out about Darien?"
"He has connections in Washington. Very high connections I'm afraid and possibly a few here at this hospital."
"C'mon." Claire grabbed him and they ran to the elevator. She dug through her purse until she produced her cell phone and called Bobby, but she only got his voice mail. "Bobby, Hi its Claire meet me on the fourth floor Dr. Morrison has Darien."
On the fourth floor Dr. Morrison was prepping Darien for surgery.
When Claire arrived Bobby was sitting in the waiting room.
"Bobby, where's Darien?"
"He's having some tests why? You look upset is something wrong?
"Yes, Dr. Morrison has him and I'm afraid of what he might do."
"That son of a... He didn't even tell me who he was. I can't believe I didn't see this sooner."
Do you know where he is?"
This way Dr. Peters pointed them to some surgical rooms and offices.
You can get all the information you need from this computer here." He pointed them to a large office with a computer he logged in for them and Claire downloaded what information she could onto disk.
Hobbes and Dr. Peters headed down the hall in search for Darien.
Dr. Morrison went to call his partner in crime, Mark Platt. Upon speaking to him Mark told Dr. Andrew Morrison that their silent partner had the information he needed to remove the gland without damaging it. He also said to wait before removing the gland. Their partner had sent the schematics on how to achieve this. However unsafe they may be to the patient, by courier and they would be there in 20 minutes.
He walked out into the hall and saw Hobbes and Dr. Peters coming his way. He ran back into the room and injected Darien with something to wake him.
"Hey was that him?' Bobby asked and pointed to the empty and once occupied space down the hall."
"Yeah we need to hurry."
They got to the room where Darien was and he was just waking up. They paused and looked around the room.
"Hey you okay partner?"
"Yeah what just happened?" he asked in a daze.
Morrison came up behind Darien and pulled him off the bed. He screamed in pain grabbing at his leg that was throbbing. Quicksilvering, he fell to the floor writhing in pain.
Bobby called out. "You okay?"
"No I fell and Bobby it hurts bad." "I know partner, I know." Bobby tried to soothe Darien with his voice, as he couldn't see him.
Dr. Morrison ran to try to escape; but there was none. He picked up a scalpel and lunged.
"You think that's gonna do anything against my gun."
"It might but who cares if you take me to jail I'm dead anyway."
He lunged again. Bobby fired Dr. Morrison dropped the knife and screamed at the pain coming from his wounded hand. " Sorry buddy, I just couldn't bring myself to kill ya with a clear conscience. Besides it'd be a bad example for my partner."
Bobby walked over to Dr. Peters and thanked him.
"Here's a gun you think you can keep an eye on him for a minute?"
"Yeah no problem."
Darien desilvered and Bobby walked over to help him up. He was still quite disoriented by the pain. Dr. Peters told Bobby if he would take the gun then he would help his friend they both agreed.
Claire showed up 5 minutes later once she had downloaded what she could she called the official. He got in touch with the local law enforcement to arrest Dr. Morrison and everyone else involved in his little scam at the hospital.
Darien stayed another week at the facility working with Dr. Peters. The infection had worsened after the fight with Dr. Morrison so the medication was useless. He needed surgery to remove the infected tissue and to reset the bone. Because of the quicksilver in his blood they had to return to the agency for the surgery. 3 days after surgery and Darien still in an enormous amount of pain the official again called them all to his office.
Claire was so upset and demanding that Darien stay in bed and not be there this time that the official had no choice in the matter but to say they could wait a few more days. So...
Dr. Morrison sat in the corporate offices of Morrison & Platt. Going over his latest results from his experiments he had recently conducted when Mr. Platt walked in.
"Hey Andrew"
"Mark"
"I got a phone call from nurse Mann at the clinic. Seems we have a new recipient for your work. And I also got a lovely call from the corporate offices in New York. It seems that our silent partner has someone he wants you to conduct some 'special' work on."
"Does this someone have a name? And, is he government?"
"His name is Darien Fawkes and yes he's government very secret government in fact. He's already at the clinic he's the one nurse Mann called me about. Our partner wants you to retrieve something for him. It seems Mr. Fawkes has a small synthetic gland at the base of his cerebral cortex. He wants you to remove it and send it directly on to him, he says he will pay very handsomely for it if you do this."
"It's not my regular kind work."
"Yes, he said as much. He also said not to worry that you could do whatever you like with him when you're done IF the surgery doesn't kill him that is."
"I guess I can do it, but just be sure you get a small incentive upfront."
"Already done." Platt walked over and laid a check for $150,000.00 on Dr. Morrison's desk.
Good it's as good as done then. I'll leave for the clinic in the morning. With that Platt walked out of the office with a malevolent grin. "Oh and Andrew." Platt went over and tossed a pair of sunglasses onto Dr. Morrison's desk "Our partner said you may need these."
"What are they?"
"Our Mr. Fawkes can turn himself invisible due to our little gland. He says these make it possible to see him when he is."
"I don't know about this. It sounds like our partner stands to make more out of this deal than we do."
"I know but he says if everything goes according to plan we stand to make millions off this one tiny little gland."
"Okay but I still think we could make more by doing this on our own."
"Yes but our partner knows how to install the thing and we haven't a clue."
"Yeah I guess tell him it's a go. I'll take the first flight out tonight but first call nurse Mann and tell her I'm coming and also tell her to prepare a room on the fourth floor."
"Done."
With that Mark Platt walked to his office to make a few very important phone calls. He was going to be very rich, filthy rich in fact if this went well. And nothing and no one was going to get in his way.
Back at the clinic the next several days were supposed to be filled with rigorous testing and extensive psychotherapy. Since Dr. Morrison would be gone at least for the next few days. Darien had no choice but to give into all this mumbojumbo. He thought that talking to Ms. Bannon about some of what happened and his fears since being rescued was all just useless.
Dr. Morrison arrived at the hospital the next afternoon. He proceeded to take Darien's case away from Dr. Peters saying it would be better this way and that if he knew what was good for him he would stay away. Dr. Peters didn't like it. He had just come up with the right meds with help from Claire. By the sounds of things Dr. Morrison was not going to use them. Dr. Morrison then had nurse Mann move Darien to a room on the fourth floor where he could do his experimentation more easily and without questions from any of the staff.
Nurse Mann came to Darien's room about 10 minutes after receiving orders from Dr. Morrison. Darien lay half asleep in the bed. While Bobby was sitting in the chair reading some employee records that Dr. Peters had given him earlier in the day. When nurse Mann came in they both jumped.
"Hey Betty what's up?" Bobby asked.
'We need to move Mr. Fawkes to another room where he can receive better treatment."
"You need some help there, ma'am?"
"No I think Mr. Fawkes and I can manage."
"Yeah Hobbes he grunted in pain I think we got it." He said as he tried to hoist himself off the bed and failed.
"Here let me help."
"I SAID WE HAVE IT!' nurse Mann said being rather agitated and pushed Bobby out of the way.
"Hey it's okay I think I can use the help."
"If you insist." She said.
"I do." Bobby came over and helped Darien to a wheelchair. Nurse Mann reluctantly allowed his help. She rolled Darien away with Bobby trailing closely behind.
Dr. Andrew Morrison met them at the fourth floor nurses' station ready and eager to get this underway.
"Mr...." he stretched out his hand.
"Hobbes Bobby Hobbes and this is Darien Fawkes you think you can fix his leg doc?"
"I sure am going to try."
Nurse Mann could you please show Mr. Hobbes here to the waiting room."
"I thought I would go with him."
"You will see him later on, but right now we need to conduct some tests."
"Okay whatever I'll be right here waiting my friend." Bobby said to Darien.
"Thanks Hobbes." With that he was rolled down the hallway to a private room where he was given a strong sedative.
Claire was so excited; she and Dr. Peters had found something that just might help Darien finally get better. But when she got to Darien's room he was gone. It looked as though he had been moved. She asked all of the nurses she could find. Nothing. She knew it couldn't be Bobby because he wouldn't leave Darien's side. Let alone leave without telling her so she thought.
She was frantic she ran through the halls looking everywhere when she came upon Dr. Peters at the front desk. He looked concerned and worried. So she knew something was wrong, very wrong.
"Dr. Peters have you seen Darien Fawkes?'
"Yes I'm afraid I have."
"Well, where is he?"
"I can't say."
"Yes you bloody well can and will."
"You just don't understand it's my job if I tell you."
"Yes, but what's more important your job or someone's life."
"He wouldn't,"
"He has and will again if we don't get to him fast!"
After a bit of arm-twisting he stammered and came clean.
"Okay, okay it's Dr. Morrison he does these experiments on the 4th floor. He had Mr. Fawkes moved there. He takes anyone who has any kind of military, state, or political background and he uses him or her for experimental procedures. He says they're much more suited and strong enough to make it through the surgery. But I've only seen a very few even survive. He said he'd have my job if I ever told anyone."
"No! Her hands flew to her mouth. How did he find out about Darien?"
"He has connections in Washington. Very high connections I'm afraid and possibly a few here at this hospital."
"C'mon." Claire grabbed him and they ran to the elevator. She dug through her purse until she produced her cell phone and called Bobby, but she only got his voice mail. "Bobby, Hi its Claire meet me on the fourth floor Dr. Morrison has Darien."
On the fourth floor Dr. Morrison was prepping Darien for surgery.
When Claire arrived Bobby was sitting in the waiting room.
"Bobby, where's Darien?"
"He's having some tests why? You look upset is something wrong?
"Yes, Dr. Morrison has him and I'm afraid of what he might do."
"That son of a... He didn't even tell me who he was. I can't believe I didn't see this sooner."
Do you know where he is?"
This way Dr. Peters pointed them to some surgical rooms and offices.
You can get all the information you need from this computer here." He pointed them to a large office with a computer he logged in for them and Claire downloaded what information she could onto disk.
Hobbes and Dr. Peters headed down the hall in search for Darien.
Dr. Morrison went to call his partner in crime, Mark Platt. Upon speaking to him Mark told Dr. Andrew Morrison that their silent partner had the information he needed to remove the gland without damaging it. He also said to wait before removing the gland. Their partner had sent the schematics on how to achieve this. However unsafe they may be to the patient, by courier and they would be there in 20 minutes.
He walked out into the hall and saw Hobbes and Dr. Peters coming his way. He ran back into the room and injected Darien with something to wake him.
"Hey was that him?' Bobby asked and pointed to the empty and once occupied space down the hall."
"Yeah we need to hurry."
They got to the room where Darien was and he was just waking up. They paused and looked around the room.
"Hey you okay partner?"
"Yeah what just happened?" he asked in a daze.
Morrison came up behind Darien and pulled him off the bed. He screamed in pain grabbing at his leg that was throbbing. Quicksilvering, he fell to the floor writhing in pain.
Bobby called out. "You okay?"
"No I fell and Bobby it hurts bad." "I know partner, I know." Bobby tried to soothe Darien with his voice, as he couldn't see him.
Dr. Morrison ran to try to escape; but there was none. He picked up a scalpel and lunged.
"You think that's gonna do anything against my gun."
"It might but who cares if you take me to jail I'm dead anyway."
He lunged again. Bobby fired Dr. Morrison dropped the knife and screamed at the pain coming from his wounded hand. " Sorry buddy, I just couldn't bring myself to kill ya with a clear conscience. Besides it'd be a bad example for my partner."
Bobby walked over to Dr. Peters and thanked him.
"Here's a gun you think you can keep an eye on him for a minute?"
"Yeah no problem."
Darien desilvered and Bobby walked over to help him up. He was still quite disoriented by the pain. Dr. Peters told Bobby if he would take the gun then he would help his friend they both agreed.
Claire showed up 5 minutes later once she had downloaded what she could she called the official. He got in touch with the local law enforcement to arrest Dr. Morrison and everyone else involved in his little scam at the hospital.
Darien stayed another week at the facility working with Dr. Peters. The infection had worsened after the fight with Dr. Morrison so the medication was useless. He needed surgery to remove the infected tissue and to reset the bone. Because of the quicksilver in his blood they had to return to the agency for the surgery. 3 days after surgery and Darien still in an enormous amount of pain the official again called them all to his office.
Claire was so upset and demanding that Darien stay in bed and not be there this time that the official had no choice in the matter but to say they could wait a few more days. So...