Thanks every one for your comments. Chelsea I know you're right. I dared to start to write in your language only three years ago. I'm aware that I have a lot to learn. Walkwsmile helped me many times (I thank her for that) but she is busy right now so if you or anyone wants "the job" please feel free to send me a massage. (I can't post my mail here FF erase it…)
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The ambulance driver watched the cloudy sky, probably will start to rain soon. Both sides of the transport showed the Fox River Penitentiary emblem surrounded by two green lines.
The ambulance parked in front of the hospital back door. Any worker of the Chicago Memorial Hospital knew what it was doing there. During three weeks the medical center had a dangerous mob boss as patient. Not very secretly each one of them prayed wishing he would leave soon.
They didn't want to experience once more what they had suffered the last time the Hospital lodged a mob boss as Abruzzi. What if his partisans decided free him. Five dead nurses and doctors was more than enough.
From the ambulance back side two male nurses, a stretcher and four policemen descended. Another nurse, a blond woman, and two more policemen stayed on the ambulance.
The procession of policemen and nurses crossed the entrance hall reaching the elevator, it took them to the fourth floor. The corridor was guarded for five more men. The security of Chicago Memorial Hospital was at its high level.
The guard bet on mob boss room door looked at the tall blond haired man standing in front of him, his white impeccable apron was whiter than the folio his hand held. "I'm looking for Abruzzi." His stern tone demanded.
"You're twenty minutes earlier."
The male nurse shrugged "Sooner I come, sooner I go." Then he took the large leaf. "Please take it, read it and seal it. I have too much work to do."
The guard read it carefully without saying a word. He was glad that someone else took care of the dangerous inmate. His pay check wasn't big enough to risk his life guarding a mob boss's front door. "It's ok, you can take the inmate back to prison." He willingly stepped aside allowing the men entered to the room.
The six men entered in the room. Abruzzi was alone. Carefully the male nurse took the serum down and handed it to one of the police escort. The others ones raised the injured man and carefully placed him on the stretcher.
The displacement seemed to wake up the wounded man. He frowned and opened his eyes. He intoned several incoherent words when the belts adjusted his body to the stretcher. It immobilized the mob boss and only let him watch the lamps parade on the ceiling as they walked by the corridor toward the exit.
His escape dreams had just vanished definitively when he saw the emblem of the ambulance. Indeed he had lost his hope when the helicopter furrowed Chicago's sky. One thing kept him alive, his wife and children. But from now on he had time to plan his revenge. No matter where T-Bag hide. He would find him and would cut his neck so deep that no human medicine could save him. His thought made him smile when the ambulance back door closed.
His eyes blinked when a lantern light hit his pupils. It slipped form one to the other. He focused the face above him. It didn't surprise him to see the Doctor Sara Tancredi there but when he saw Michael beside her he wondered if he was hallucinating.
Michael smiled at him. "Many things have happened after your departure." As he talked he changed his blond wig for another brown one while a mustache camouflaged his face. "I never forget a promise even if you are locked into a hospital."
Without incidents the ambulance abandoned the hospital's parking area, traveled two more blocks and, followed by two faked patrol cars, disappeared into a garage.
When the door touched the ground the men pushed out the siren off the patrol car roof. The insignias of the doors came off easily with a simple tug, been replaced by two new ones. The cars had been transformed in patrol of a private security company.
The ambulance suffered the same transformation. Its green lines disappeared with another simple hand tug. The prison's emblem slipped out in the same way and it was replaced by an enormous red cross with the word "Vital" written in its middle.
In the corner of the room rested the police uniforms.
Minutes later the ambulance departed through another exit door followed by its cars retinue.
When it turned the corner Michael's eyes sighted the Fox River's ambulance. He eyed his watch and smiled. 'I love their punctuality…'
