Dr. Feltman walked cautiously into the nursery where his patron was rocking
one of the newborn babies. As he studied Mr. Alcazar. He tried to figure
out what it was about the man that made him so nervous. Alcazar was a
generous patron. He had donated millions of dollars to this hospital. He
was always very polite. the nurses adored his old world manners. The way
that he so gently and carefully tended to those new born children should
have allayed to rest all his troublesome doubts about the man.
But there was something about him. Something that made Dr. Feltman fell more at ease around the bums and drug addicts that he occasionally treated in emergency than when he was in Mr. Alcazar's presence.
"Mr. Feltman." Feltman slightly jumped at the sound of Mr Alcazar's low toned voice. "How did the surgery go?" Alcazar looked at Feltan expectantly.
Dr. Feltman pulled himself together. "It went perfectly. The young woman is in recovery. She should awaken in a few hours."
Alcazar nodded and motioned toward the redheaded girl in her crib and the dark haired baby in his arms. "I need you to run a DNA test on these two and match them against my DNA"
Dr. Feltman looked at Alcazar in surprise.
"I'm fairly sure that this little boy is mine, but I need the tests done to prove it of legal purposes." The child in his arms let out a soft wail at the irritated sound of Alcazar's voice. Alcazar rocked the child until the baby settled down quietly into his arms.
"I will arrange for the test right away." Dr Feltman said before retreating from the room. He knew what it was about Mr. Alcazar that put that uneasy felling in his stomach. It was the cold, distasteful look in Alcazar's eyes when he looked at that sweet baby girl in the crib.
Feltman opened the babies' files to order the paternity tests. After reading the files, he knew what those test would say. He groaned and considered giving notice and transferring far, far away. The girl's blood type was a perfect match for her mother's. The boy, however, didn't match either the mother's, Alcazar's blood type, or combination of the two. There was no way that Alcazar could be that baby boy's father. There was going to be hell to pay when the man found that out. ------------------------------
Jerry silently moved through the bushes as he searched for a better position. It was a still night. Not even the leaves bristled in the breeze to cover the sound of his footsteps. With every step Jerry cringed, sure that those guarding his intended prey would at any moment turn and start shooting.
Jerry had always loved the danger and thrill of whitewater rafting down impossible rivers and skiing down daredevil slopes. He even has had his fair share of illegal dealings with some of the world's more shady elements, but being shot at was always something he had striven to avoid. The white knight routine had always been his brother's forte. So as he carefully climbed down the slope, his heart beat louder than the steps that he took. Jerry practically sighted in relief as the two gunmen moved into the railway station, leaving his prey completely unattended.
Jerry swiftly took advantage of their absence and moved to the only vehicle in the lot, crunched down and slid under the car. After disabling the target, Jerry dumped the engine parts in the bushes then moved back into the surrounding trees. Settling into position, he searched for some sign from Jax that either Allec had arrived with the two disputing factions or that the teenagers had been sighted. Jerry didn't have long to wait.
One moment everything was completely still. Suddenly Jax moved quickly from his position. Jerry swore. The kids had shown up before the Calvary. Jerry ran around to the side of the building as the sound of the click clack of the train wheels covered the sound of his footsteps. He stopped just a few feet behind one of the thugs. Hoping to blend into the shadows, Jerry pressed himself against the wall and waited until he could make his move.
As Jerry searched the area for some sign of his brother, he saw the two lovers descend from a passenger car some distance from the station. The two gunmen did nothing as they waited for the train to pull away. They waited as their prey moved towards them. Joy at seeing their coconspirators in their daring runaway radiated on their unsuspecting faces. As they drew closer to the platform, the thug in front of Jerry raised his gun. Jerry pounced forward and pushed the gunman against the building as he was pulling the trigger. Simultaneously, Jax appeared behind the two kids and pushed them down and under the platform.
As Jerry struggled with the first gunman, Jax jumped onto the platform to help. As Jerry punched out the gunman, the second thug took aim at Jax. To Jerry's horror, he heard himself scream out his brother's name at the sound of the gunshot and saw Jax going back off of the platform. In a rage, Jerry turned to the second gun man and starred in astonishment at the sight in front of him. The second gunman was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
The next sound he heard was Jax swearing loudly on the ground below the platform. Jerry jumped over the ledge to check on his brother. Jerry found Jax cradling his bleeding head. "How bad is it?" Jerry asked as he leaned over the wound.
Wincing, Jax held his head. "I hit the damn rail when I dived off of the platform." Jax reached out his other hand. "Help me up."
As Jerry helped Jax to his feet, Allec walked up, gun in hand. Behind Allec was an assembly of the two families. The head of the Russian party stepped forward. "I dearly hope you didn't call us out here to save your ass from two measly thugs."
The leader of the African group added, "Because if you have, we may have to finish what they started."
At the sound of their fathers' voices, the two scared teenagers came out from under the platform and ran to their fathers' arms.
"What is this?"
"Papa, I love Sangro."
"And I love Peatra, father."
"We were going to run away together and those men up on the platform were going to help us."
"But when we arrived they tried to shoot us instead."
Sangro pointed to Jax. "He pushed us out of the way."
The announcement caused a roar of outrage through the entire group. This roar caused the thug that Jerry had knocked out to awaken. The second he did, he wished that he hadn't. Members of the family of the children he was hired to kill surrounded him.
The head of the Russian family ordered, "Restrain him and take him to the meeting hall. We will have a full confession about who hired him before the night is out." Then he turned back to Jax and Jerry. "It appears that we owe you a debt." As he spoke, Jax began to sway. Jerry grabbed him before he could fall over. "Carry him to one of the cars. Allec will drop you off at the hospital as we deal with this matter." That was the last thing that Jax heard as he passed out.
But there was something about him. Something that made Dr. Feltman fell more at ease around the bums and drug addicts that he occasionally treated in emergency than when he was in Mr. Alcazar's presence.
"Mr. Feltman." Feltman slightly jumped at the sound of Mr Alcazar's low toned voice. "How did the surgery go?" Alcazar looked at Feltan expectantly.
Dr. Feltman pulled himself together. "It went perfectly. The young woman is in recovery. She should awaken in a few hours."
Alcazar nodded and motioned toward the redheaded girl in her crib and the dark haired baby in his arms. "I need you to run a DNA test on these two and match them against my DNA"
Dr. Feltman looked at Alcazar in surprise.
"I'm fairly sure that this little boy is mine, but I need the tests done to prove it of legal purposes." The child in his arms let out a soft wail at the irritated sound of Alcazar's voice. Alcazar rocked the child until the baby settled down quietly into his arms.
"I will arrange for the test right away." Dr Feltman said before retreating from the room. He knew what it was about Mr. Alcazar that put that uneasy felling in his stomach. It was the cold, distasteful look in Alcazar's eyes when he looked at that sweet baby girl in the crib.
Feltman opened the babies' files to order the paternity tests. After reading the files, he knew what those test would say. He groaned and considered giving notice and transferring far, far away. The girl's blood type was a perfect match for her mother's. The boy, however, didn't match either the mother's, Alcazar's blood type, or combination of the two. There was no way that Alcazar could be that baby boy's father. There was going to be hell to pay when the man found that out. ------------------------------
Jerry silently moved through the bushes as he searched for a better position. It was a still night. Not even the leaves bristled in the breeze to cover the sound of his footsteps. With every step Jerry cringed, sure that those guarding his intended prey would at any moment turn and start shooting.
Jerry had always loved the danger and thrill of whitewater rafting down impossible rivers and skiing down daredevil slopes. He even has had his fair share of illegal dealings with some of the world's more shady elements, but being shot at was always something he had striven to avoid. The white knight routine had always been his brother's forte. So as he carefully climbed down the slope, his heart beat louder than the steps that he took. Jerry practically sighted in relief as the two gunmen moved into the railway station, leaving his prey completely unattended.
Jerry swiftly took advantage of their absence and moved to the only vehicle in the lot, crunched down and slid under the car. After disabling the target, Jerry dumped the engine parts in the bushes then moved back into the surrounding trees. Settling into position, he searched for some sign from Jax that either Allec had arrived with the two disputing factions or that the teenagers had been sighted. Jerry didn't have long to wait.
One moment everything was completely still. Suddenly Jax moved quickly from his position. Jerry swore. The kids had shown up before the Calvary. Jerry ran around to the side of the building as the sound of the click clack of the train wheels covered the sound of his footsteps. He stopped just a few feet behind one of the thugs. Hoping to blend into the shadows, Jerry pressed himself against the wall and waited until he could make his move.
As Jerry searched the area for some sign of his brother, he saw the two lovers descend from a passenger car some distance from the station. The two gunmen did nothing as they waited for the train to pull away. They waited as their prey moved towards them. Joy at seeing their coconspirators in their daring runaway radiated on their unsuspecting faces. As they drew closer to the platform, the thug in front of Jerry raised his gun. Jerry pounced forward and pushed the gunman against the building as he was pulling the trigger. Simultaneously, Jax appeared behind the two kids and pushed them down and under the platform.
As Jerry struggled with the first gunman, Jax jumped onto the platform to help. As Jerry punched out the gunman, the second thug took aim at Jax. To Jerry's horror, he heard himself scream out his brother's name at the sound of the gunshot and saw Jax going back off of the platform. In a rage, Jerry turned to the second gun man and starred in astonishment at the sight in front of him. The second gunman was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
The next sound he heard was Jax swearing loudly on the ground below the platform. Jerry jumped over the ledge to check on his brother. Jerry found Jax cradling his bleeding head. "How bad is it?" Jerry asked as he leaned over the wound.
Wincing, Jax held his head. "I hit the damn rail when I dived off of the platform." Jax reached out his other hand. "Help me up."
As Jerry helped Jax to his feet, Allec walked up, gun in hand. Behind Allec was an assembly of the two families. The head of the Russian party stepped forward. "I dearly hope you didn't call us out here to save your ass from two measly thugs."
The leader of the African group added, "Because if you have, we may have to finish what they started."
At the sound of their fathers' voices, the two scared teenagers came out from under the platform and ran to their fathers' arms.
"What is this?"
"Papa, I love Sangro."
"And I love Peatra, father."
"We were going to run away together and those men up on the platform were going to help us."
"But when we arrived they tried to shoot us instead."
Sangro pointed to Jax. "He pushed us out of the way."
The announcement caused a roar of outrage through the entire group. This roar caused the thug that Jerry had knocked out to awaken. The second he did, he wished that he hadn't. Members of the family of the children he was hired to kill surrounded him.
The head of the Russian family ordered, "Restrain him and take him to the meeting hall. We will have a full confession about who hired him before the night is out." Then he turned back to Jax and Jerry. "It appears that we owe you a debt." As he spoke, Jax began to sway. Jerry grabbed him before he could fall over. "Carry him to one of the cars. Allec will drop you off at the hospital as we deal with this matter." That was the last thing that Jax heard as he passed out.