Chapter 3

Just Hold On

"Fifteen minutes, Hermano," informed Berto through Max's bio-link. "Ok Bro," responded the trouble man. He looked over at his wife whom he was sitting by. She was drugged at the present so she was completely out. The only thing that assured him she was even alive was the constant beeping noise from the heart monitor. He felt an already large knot in his throat grow bigger. A sudden cry made him look down at the buddle in his arms. Little Molly looked up at her dad. The same thrill that had shot through him the first time he had seen her shot through him again. She was his little girl, his pride and joy. And now.and now she might be his only family too. "How did you do it Jim," Max asked his deceased father, "How could you stand to even go on?" Looking at the baby he wondered how he could even begin to live without Rachel. How he could possibly raise Molly without having her mother there beside him. "Please God, don't take her," he choked out in distress. "Max," came a weak voice. Max looked over at his wife. "Oh my God," he whispered. He rushed to his wife side. "Rachel. Rachel can you hear me," he asked hopefully. "Max," she whispered, "Don't.leave. me!" Max brushed the wet hair out of Rachel's eyes. "Sweetheart, it's ok. I'm going to get the antidote. You are going to be ok." "No," she screamed, suddenly grabbing Max's arm, "Don't leave me!" He winced. He had never known she was this strong. Several doctors and nurses rushed in the room. "Mr. Steel, perhaps you'd better leave now," suggested a nurse. Max nodded his understanding. He reluctantly handed over his little child to the waiting arms of Sophia Skarsguard, Rachel's best friend. "Don't worry Max. Molly and I are going to be just fine," Sophia assured him. Max nodded and left the room. Behind him he could hear Molly begin to cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to turn back. Everything in him ached to hold Molly and stop her crying, to hold Rachel in his arms and ease her pain. But he couldn't. He had a something to take care of. Something that was more important than what he wanted. Five minutes later Max and Jake were headed towards Paris, France to meet with a contact. "I'll be back," Max whispered under his breath, to his dying wife, "Just hold on."

Location: Somewhere in Paris, France

"Boss, this is Agent Reeves. Yeah we have old Claudey boy in our sights with any luck he'll lead us straight to Psycho. Ok Boss, Signing off." Agent Reeves hung up his cell phone. He turned to his partner. "Easy as cake," the man laughed haughtily. His partner shook his head in disgust. "We haven't gotten him yet you know," he pointed out. "Please, These guys are complete idiots, laughed agent Reeves "We'll have them round up in no time." He then picked his binoculars up and looked out the car's window. He gasped. "Holy." "Pow!" "Good job, said a sinister man to his partner, who was on the opposite side of the car, The man looked down into the car at the now dead agents. "Idiots you say, asked the man mockingly, "Say that now that you are dead!" The then man grabbed his cell phone and quickly dialed a phone number. "Mousier Dread. this is Le Etranger. Part two is completed."

Yeah I know what you are thinking. I can't believe it either. I actually killed someone in my story! (faints) Don't worry I'm off to the psychiatrist now. While I am gone you can Read n Review!!!