Chapter 16: Discarded Gun
Jason didn't pause for long in Brenda's room once he saw that she wasn't there. Thoughts raced through his head. Was Brenda okay? Was she kidnapped? Or has she just gone out for a walk like he did?
He charged out into the hallway, his crutches slipping on the tile floor. He found the nearest nurse, ran up to her, and asked,
"Where is Bren- Ms. Morgan?"
"She should be in her room," the nurse replied, looking Jason up and down with a look that read: shouldn't you be in your room?
"She's not," Jason replied to the nurse.
"Oh that's right," the nurse remembered. "Her brother checked her out just a few minutes ago.
"Her brother?" he questioned. "She doesn't have a brother."
The nurse gave a half shrug. "Then who was the man who just checked her out?"
"What did the man look like?"
The nurse shrugged for a second time. "I didn't get much of a glimpse of him- black hair, suit, and that's all I remember."
Jason didn't wait for the nurse's memory to kick in anymore; he headed to the door, hoping to catch Brenda before she left- or was forced out- the hospital.
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Brenda turned around on her heel and began to walk back inside the hospital.
"Where are you going?" Rick asked urgently, pulling her back by grabbing her arm.
"I left something. Besides, shouldn't the hospital know I'm leaving?" She began to walk back inside again, but for a second time, Rick yanked her back.
"What are you doing?" Brenda started, "Let go of my arm-"
"Brenda," Rick said in an oddly firm voice. "We are leaving, you can't go back in, you can't get what you left, and you will just shut up and come."
"If there's one thing I hate," Brenda retorted, trying unsuccessfully to pull her arm out of Rick's grip. "I hate people, like you, Rick, telling me what to do."
"We're leaving." Rick's rigid grip on Brenda's arm tightened, and Brenda winced at the slight twinge of pain.
"Let go of my arm," she shouted. Rick's grip didn't loosen, but his other hand did fly to her mouth to muffle her shouting. Even though Brenda was struggling now, no one around her came to her aid. No one even noticed.
"Shut up and come with me."
"Let go-" Brenda stopped short. Rick's jacket moved, and Brenda caught sight of a gun. She froze at the sight; she would have to do what Rick told her to do to stay safe.
At least for now.
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Courtney checked the tickets again. As she was fishing in her bag, she noticed something- or rather someone- outside.
She saw Brenda being forced into a car.
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Jason hobbled into the main entrance of the hospital. He scanned the room, but he saw no Brenda.
He pushed the door open and walked outside. The hot sun flashed down on him immediately, and he shielded his eyes to look around.
Nothing.
He kicked the road, a feeling of defeat running through him. He was about to turn and go back inside when he heard someone cry,
"Jason!"
He spun around immediately, just catching the glimpse of Brenda driving off. Acting on impulse, Jason charged after her, but the car was already too far ahead. He hauled a cab, ordering the drive,
"Follow that car. Hurry."
He slammed the door shut, and the driver hit the gas pedal. They were off with a huge burst of speed.
"Mr. Morgan!" a nurse yelled, running outside after the car. "Mr. Morgan, come back!"
But it was too late. Jason had a mission, and he would accomplish it even if it took everything he had.
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Rick practically had to drag Brenda onto the plane.
"Jason was right behind us," Brenda kept saying. "Why don't we just wait for him?"
"Jason has somewhere else he has to go," Rick would answer. "Let him do his job."
But Brenda was never satisfied with the answer, so she would ask again.
Rick pushed her down into a chair, and Brenda noticed a long cut down the right side of his face from her engagement ring while she was struggling.
"Buckle your seat belt," Rick ordered, and Brenda obliged.
"We are now preparing to take off. Remember to keep your seatbelts fastened and your chairs in the upright position until we have reached a safe cruising altitude."
Brenda's thoughts wandered to Jason. Was he outside the plane, wanting to get in the plane but unable to? Or maybe Rick was right, Jason wasn't following them; he just had to go somewhere for his job.
"We should have waited for Jason," Brenda mumbled low enough for Rick not to hear her.
She wasn't buying what Rick said about Jason. Not for one second.
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Jason jumped outside the car, paid the driver with the little money he had on hand, and used his crutches to help him get over to a large plane in the distance.
"Excuse me, sir. You can't go any closer. The plane is about to take off." A woman working with the airplane ran up to him, blocking him from going any farther.
"I need to see someone on that plane. It's urgent."
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Lansing has requested that no one disturb him or his passenger until they land."
"It's urgent," Jason protested.
"You would be able to catch them when they land," the woman said as if the close the deal, but Jason wasn't ready to let her go.
"Well, where are they landing?"
"I'm sorry, but that information is classified."
Jason didn't know what he was doing, what he was thinking, or anything. All he knew was he had to get to Brenda. Sonny's warning kept running through his head.
"He's planning something, and I want to figure it out before he can act on it."
Jason would do anything at the moment to get onto that plane before it took off. Even what he did.
"How classified is that information?" he asked. Even with the crutches, he could reach into his jacket for his gun. And that is what he did. He held the cold, black gun up to the woman's side.
"Sir, I," the woman began to shake violently, but Jason showed not pity toward her at all.
"Just tell me where the plane is heading," he whispered deadly in her ear.
"They're…. they're going," her voice trembled. "To a Port Charles. It's at-"
"I know where it's at," Jason said. He moved the gun about an inch away but still had it ready. Rick was the only idiot that would take a captive back to their hometown. "Don't tell anyone about this." The gun left the woman's side.
And Jason was off on his crutches to go catch a flight back to Port Charles. For a moment Jason considered calling Sonny, but he decided against it. Sonny didn't need to worry about things he couldn't prevent. He was off again, back to Port Charles.
But, what Jason didn't know was that his gun lay useless on the ground where he had taken it out before.
A/N Please, if you are reading this, take the time to review. I hope this tended to need for Brazen for now, but don't worry, more Brazen is coming up and it'll be "closer". Anyways, I hope you are still enjoying. NOTE: If you feel like instant messaging me, my screen name changed to NaRaToR7
