Chapter Three
Jarod leant back to his bed. Dr. Mattison had brought him his medicaments, but Jarod had refused to take the painkillers. He wanted to have a clear mind, if fast reaction got necessary.
He watched his Laptop. Someone had put it there, but the power cell was gone. He died to know what might be in his emailaccount.
Maybe Sydney had news for him, or Angelo.
Then his telephone rang. Jarod watched it suspiciously, because no other than the hospital had this number. Finally he decided to accept the call. Action was better then reaction, he thought.
"Yeah?" No names, of course.
"Jarod? This is Sydney!" Jarod almost slid off the bed. How did.
"How did you get this number?"
"That was easy. Lyle planted a virus in my email account. I sent you a warning, and it was returned with the last place you had been logged in to the internet. We phoned the adress up and the old man told us, where to find you. Lyle and Miss Parker are on their way to wherever they think you are, but be careful. They might have found out about your whereabouts as well."
"Thank you, Sydney. I'm out of here the second we end the call. When did the twins leave Blue Cove?"
"Two hours ago. They took the jet, but Broots couldn't find out where they were heading to."
"Okay, they will at least need two more hours to get here. That should give me enough time to escape, I suppose. Sydney, be careful. They know you've been contacting me. You know how they treat traitors. Get out of the Centre. Meet me in Dover. I will be there in the evening. Wait for me in the chinese restaurant. Make it seem, as if you and Broots were having dinner. I'll make you safe."
"Jarod, you can't come here. It's too dangerous for you. We might be followed!"
"I'll take care of that, Sydney. You know, I can become anyone I want to be. You taught me well."
With these words Jarod disconnected the call. If Parker and Lyle didn't know already about his location, they would now, after Sydney had lacked all safety to warn him off.
***
"Jarod, no, you can't just get up and leave. You have a brain trauma. You still need at least two weeks rest. You will get yourself killed."
Dr. Mattison blocked the door. Jarod had not meant to tell her about his leaving, but she had caught him in the midst of packing his things. Jarod sighed. He knew she was right.
"Dr. Mattison, Cara, I need to go. If I don't go, bad people will come her and take me away. They will lock me up somewhere in an underground level and never let me out again. They will abuse my weakness to break my will and run tests with me. I cannot stay!"
Jarod emphasized the last sentence but Dr. Mattison didn't seem to understand.
"Jarod, if you don't rest, your own blood pressure will kill or disable you. I won't allow you to take the risk."
"I have no time caring about my injuries now. If I don't leave I will have problems much worse."
"Jarod, I'm worried."
"I know, Cara. I know what I'm risking. I know how to treat it as well. Don't worry. When I'm recovered fully I'll be back for an overall check, ok?"
She shook her head, but realized nothing she said, would change his mind.
"You think you can outsmart the injuries, but I tell you, they will bring you down. Sooner or later you will be defenseless."
Jarod sighed.
"I know. But staying here might get me killed as well. I have to leave. Please, don't be mad at me."
He grabbed his bag, than groaned. It would be a long escape. He headed for the door of his room and turned around again. Meanwhile he shot a look down the corridor and froze. But only for seconds.
Jarod leant back to his bed. Dr. Mattison had brought him his medicaments, but Jarod had refused to take the painkillers. He wanted to have a clear mind, if fast reaction got necessary.
He watched his Laptop. Someone had put it there, but the power cell was gone. He died to know what might be in his emailaccount.
Maybe Sydney had news for him, or Angelo.
Then his telephone rang. Jarod watched it suspiciously, because no other than the hospital had this number. Finally he decided to accept the call. Action was better then reaction, he thought.
"Yeah?" No names, of course.
"Jarod? This is Sydney!" Jarod almost slid off the bed. How did.
"How did you get this number?"
"That was easy. Lyle planted a virus in my email account. I sent you a warning, and it was returned with the last place you had been logged in to the internet. We phoned the adress up and the old man told us, where to find you. Lyle and Miss Parker are on their way to wherever they think you are, but be careful. They might have found out about your whereabouts as well."
"Thank you, Sydney. I'm out of here the second we end the call. When did the twins leave Blue Cove?"
"Two hours ago. They took the jet, but Broots couldn't find out where they were heading to."
"Okay, they will at least need two more hours to get here. That should give me enough time to escape, I suppose. Sydney, be careful. They know you've been contacting me. You know how they treat traitors. Get out of the Centre. Meet me in Dover. I will be there in the evening. Wait for me in the chinese restaurant. Make it seem, as if you and Broots were having dinner. I'll make you safe."
"Jarod, you can't come here. It's too dangerous for you. We might be followed!"
"I'll take care of that, Sydney. You know, I can become anyone I want to be. You taught me well."
With these words Jarod disconnected the call. If Parker and Lyle didn't know already about his location, they would now, after Sydney had lacked all safety to warn him off.
***
"Jarod, no, you can't just get up and leave. You have a brain trauma. You still need at least two weeks rest. You will get yourself killed."
Dr. Mattison blocked the door. Jarod had not meant to tell her about his leaving, but she had caught him in the midst of packing his things. Jarod sighed. He knew she was right.
"Dr. Mattison, Cara, I need to go. If I don't go, bad people will come her and take me away. They will lock me up somewhere in an underground level and never let me out again. They will abuse my weakness to break my will and run tests with me. I cannot stay!"
Jarod emphasized the last sentence but Dr. Mattison didn't seem to understand.
"Jarod, if you don't rest, your own blood pressure will kill or disable you. I won't allow you to take the risk."
"I have no time caring about my injuries now. If I don't leave I will have problems much worse."
"Jarod, I'm worried."
"I know, Cara. I know what I'm risking. I know how to treat it as well. Don't worry. When I'm recovered fully I'll be back for an overall check, ok?"
She shook her head, but realized nothing she said, would change his mind.
"You think you can outsmart the injuries, but I tell you, they will bring you down. Sooner or later you will be defenseless."
Jarod sighed.
"I know. But staying here might get me killed as well. I have to leave. Please, don't be mad at me."
He grabbed his bag, than groaned. It would be a long escape. He headed for the door of his room and turned around again. Meanwhile he shot a look down the corridor and froze. But only for seconds.