Sue had scrambled around to James' side and looked up in time to see what Bobby said.
"What—" slipped out as the silent man clamped his hand over her mouth.
Hector's legs gave out and Bobby barely caught him as he slid to the floor. "No…not dead…I just saw her the other day…her and Althea. My sweet…" he grimaced as a sharp pain knifed in his head. "Crash? My head hurts…musta had too much to drink…" His face contorted as head pounded to an uneven rhythm. "Crash?" he asked again.
"Yeah, mate, it's me. What kinda mess didja get yourself into this time?" Bobby lowered himself to the floor next to Hector.
Eyes clenched tightly, "Bad retrieval. Stupid scientist. Nearly broke my hand. Gave me some Demerol or something for it. Retrieval went to hell….my head…." His eyes opened and rolled back as he slumped over.
Immediately, all three were there. James took his vitals while Bobby eased the unconscious man into a more comfortable position.
"Is he okay?" Sue whispered.
"Sheila, that is the most not okay I've seen anyone in a long time," replied Bobby with a sigh.
James tapped Sue and began to sign in a hurry.
"He says the police are coming. Someone must have called due to the commotion. We need to get out of here. It's not safe anymore."
"What about Sleeping Beauty here?"
Hands flew again.
"Take him to your car. Put him in the back seat. Wait for us."
Without another word, the tall agent scooped up the fallen man and was out the door.
James motioned her to gather his bag. He reached in and grabbed two items. He then shooed her and Levi out the door. Turning, he began to spray oil on all the surfaces that anyone might have touched. He grabbed a pillow and smeared it all over the place. He then took alcohol and sprayed it everywhere. He couldn't let a stray print put his friends in jeopardy. D. C. was crawling with all sorts of lowlifes and he didn't need to tangle with them right now. He wasn't supposed to be here.