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Sometimes it's just easier not to take responsibility for
anything, you know?
Katie Janeway & Andy- Don't worry, you aren't losing your memory. I had computer problems and I had to remove the story and put it back. Sorry for scaring you, and thanks for reviewing.(I'm glad you thought it was supermystery-ish. That's what I was going for) ************************************************************************
George followed the sound of her friends screaming. If they hadn't sounded so panicked, George would have been relieved. She had been lost in the hospital corridors for just over fifteen minutes, and she was grateful for this subtle hint to guide her back to her friends. As she raced through the boring white halls, it occurred to her to wonder why this area of the hospital seemed to be abandoned. She had seen no sign of doctors or nurses, or even patients or visitors. The screams grew louder and more urgent as she turned a corner, and George quickly scanned the hall. She instantly realized that the door to the basement was bolted shut with a rusty steel bar. Running forward, she grasped onto the bar and yanked. The bar slid out slowly, and the door burst open. Joe and Frank stumbled out, supporting an unconscious Nancy. Joe and Nancy slumped to the floor, and Frank slammed the door behind them.
George was horrified. "What happened?" she gasped.
Frank was the only one in any condition to answer. "Poison. Someone tried to poison us by locking us in there and filling the room with chlorine gas!"
Nancy stirred, opened her eyes, and coughed. Her friends moved towards her, but she stood up by herself. "I'm okay," she said. "But I'm worried about Joe."
Joe smiled up at her wanly. "What, just because I was conked on the head with a blunt object and then left to die in a basement filled with deadly gas?" He sat up. "I've had worse."
Frank rolled his eyes. "The sad thing is that's true."
Nancy hit herself on the head with the heel of her hand. "Speaking of blunt objects, we forgot to get whatever hit Joe! It might have had fingerprints!" she chided herself.
Frank grinned. "Don't beat yourself up. We'll get it once the room gets cleared out. It can't stay full of poison gas forever." After a pause, he said, "Yeah, we should probably report that now."
Nancy glanced at Joe, who was still sitting against the wall. "Joe should stay here and make sure no one goes in the basement." She took a few steps toward George and stumbled. She caught herself before she fell, but added, "I think I'll stay with Joe." She sat next to him.
As George and Frank left the hall, they heard Joe say, "Thanks, Nan."
"Well, someone has to protect you!" Nancy joked. ************************************************************************
George, Frank, and Dr. Greene cautiously entered the boiler room. All three were wearing oxygen masks. The room was filled with the green gas. The setup of the trap was quite simple, Frank noted. The boiler room adjoined the basement, and they were connected by the ventilator. An open tank of chlorine gas lay on the boiler next to an oscillating fan, which blew the smoke through the ventilator. Dr. Greene reached over and turned the knob on the tank, stopping the chlorine from flowing out. Frank reached out to stop him instinctively, but pulled back, realizing that stopping the flow of poison gas was probably more important than getting fingerprints. Besides, he thought, we can probably get prints off the fan.
Dr. Greene turned around and waved George and Frank out of the small room. When they were in the hallway with the door closed, he took off his mask and told them that there was nothing they could do until the Hazmat team arrived to clear the rooms.
Frank took off his mask and turned to Dr. Greene. "Who has access to the boiler room?" he asked.
"The janitors use it mostly," he replied. "But really any staff member could get a key." he frowned. "I guess that means that all of the staff are suspects now..." he sighed.
George tried to be optimistic. "Well, we could start by seeing who's here today, and then we just have to check the others' alibis. How many could there be?" One look at Dr. Greene's face told her that there were more than she thought. ************************************************************************
"Well, young man, by some miracle you haven't got a concussion, but I'm sure you have some headache!"
Nancy was sitting in a chair in the office of Dr. Balder, a tall man with wide shoulders and graying hair. Dr. Balder was in the process of cleaning the cut on Joe's head.
Joe winced as the doctor swiped at his cut with a rubbing alcohol- saturated piece of cotton. "As a matter of fact, I do have a headache. I need sleep." he moaned. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Or a heck of a lot of aspirin..."
Nancy checked her watch. By this time it was past 8:30. She nodded at Joe. "How about dinner at the hotel and an early night?"
The door opened. "An early night? Sounds good to me." said Frank. He and George filed into the room.
"Okay, Joseph, be careful and get some rest." Dr. Balder motioned them out of the office. The four teens left.
"Can we eat at our hotel?" Nancy asked. "I have to meet my dad." Frank and Joe agreed. ************************************************************************
Fifteen minutes later, the foursome was standing in the hallway outside Nancy and George's suite, waiting for Nancy to find the key.
"Here it is!" she said, sliding the card into the slot. The door opened, and the teens gaped at the sight of the hotel room, which had obviously been ransacked.
Katie Janeway & Andy- Don't worry, you aren't losing your memory. I had computer problems and I had to remove the story and put it back. Sorry for scaring you, and thanks for reviewing.(I'm glad you thought it was supermystery-ish. That's what I was going for) ************************************************************************
George followed the sound of her friends screaming. If they hadn't sounded so panicked, George would have been relieved. She had been lost in the hospital corridors for just over fifteen minutes, and she was grateful for this subtle hint to guide her back to her friends. As she raced through the boring white halls, it occurred to her to wonder why this area of the hospital seemed to be abandoned. She had seen no sign of doctors or nurses, or even patients or visitors. The screams grew louder and more urgent as she turned a corner, and George quickly scanned the hall. She instantly realized that the door to the basement was bolted shut with a rusty steel bar. Running forward, she grasped onto the bar and yanked. The bar slid out slowly, and the door burst open. Joe and Frank stumbled out, supporting an unconscious Nancy. Joe and Nancy slumped to the floor, and Frank slammed the door behind them.
George was horrified. "What happened?" she gasped.
Frank was the only one in any condition to answer. "Poison. Someone tried to poison us by locking us in there and filling the room with chlorine gas!"
Nancy stirred, opened her eyes, and coughed. Her friends moved towards her, but she stood up by herself. "I'm okay," she said. "But I'm worried about Joe."
Joe smiled up at her wanly. "What, just because I was conked on the head with a blunt object and then left to die in a basement filled with deadly gas?" He sat up. "I've had worse."
Frank rolled his eyes. "The sad thing is that's true."
Nancy hit herself on the head with the heel of her hand. "Speaking of blunt objects, we forgot to get whatever hit Joe! It might have had fingerprints!" she chided herself.
Frank grinned. "Don't beat yourself up. We'll get it once the room gets cleared out. It can't stay full of poison gas forever." After a pause, he said, "Yeah, we should probably report that now."
Nancy glanced at Joe, who was still sitting against the wall. "Joe should stay here and make sure no one goes in the basement." She took a few steps toward George and stumbled. She caught herself before she fell, but added, "I think I'll stay with Joe." She sat next to him.
As George and Frank left the hall, they heard Joe say, "Thanks, Nan."
"Well, someone has to protect you!" Nancy joked. ************************************************************************
George, Frank, and Dr. Greene cautiously entered the boiler room. All three were wearing oxygen masks. The room was filled with the green gas. The setup of the trap was quite simple, Frank noted. The boiler room adjoined the basement, and they were connected by the ventilator. An open tank of chlorine gas lay on the boiler next to an oscillating fan, which blew the smoke through the ventilator. Dr. Greene reached over and turned the knob on the tank, stopping the chlorine from flowing out. Frank reached out to stop him instinctively, but pulled back, realizing that stopping the flow of poison gas was probably more important than getting fingerprints. Besides, he thought, we can probably get prints off the fan.
Dr. Greene turned around and waved George and Frank out of the small room. When they were in the hallway with the door closed, he took off his mask and told them that there was nothing they could do until the Hazmat team arrived to clear the rooms.
Frank took off his mask and turned to Dr. Greene. "Who has access to the boiler room?" he asked.
"The janitors use it mostly," he replied. "But really any staff member could get a key." he frowned. "I guess that means that all of the staff are suspects now..." he sighed.
George tried to be optimistic. "Well, we could start by seeing who's here today, and then we just have to check the others' alibis. How many could there be?" One look at Dr. Greene's face told her that there were more than she thought. ************************************************************************
"Well, young man, by some miracle you haven't got a concussion, but I'm sure you have some headache!"
Nancy was sitting in a chair in the office of Dr. Balder, a tall man with wide shoulders and graying hair. Dr. Balder was in the process of cleaning the cut on Joe's head.
Joe winced as the doctor swiped at his cut with a rubbing alcohol- saturated piece of cotton. "As a matter of fact, I do have a headache. I need sleep." he moaned. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Or a heck of a lot of aspirin..."
Nancy checked her watch. By this time it was past 8:30. She nodded at Joe. "How about dinner at the hotel and an early night?"
The door opened. "An early night? Sounds good to me." said Frank. He and George filed into the room.
"Okay, Joseph, be careful and get some rest." Dr. Balder motioned them out of the office. The four teens left.
"Can we eat at our hotel?" Nancy asked. "I have to meet my dad." Frank and Joe agreed. ************************************************************************
Fifteen minutes later, the foursome was standing in the hallway outside Nancy and George's suite, waiting for Nancy to find the key.
"Here it is!" she said, sliding the card into the slot. The door opened, and the teens gaped at the sight of the hotel room, which had obviously been ransacked.