Chapter 8:
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A/N: Have fun reading.
Max woke the next morning with a bad feeling in her stomach. Something about this day felt off and she knew it. But she didn't want to think about it. She got out of her bed and dressed quickly. She headed for the door and immediately felt sicker than she had in her whole life. Her stomach hurt like crazy and she was dizzy from something. She felt nauseous. Slowly she went over and sat on her bed. She couldn't help but lie back and rest. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said weakly starting to sweat now.
One of her higher subordinates came into the room. He saw her lying on the bed and rushed over.
"Ma'am are you okay?" he asked.
Before she could answer she succumbed to the black.
Alex sat facing Wolf and the others. They looked astounded and surprised but they also had a look of understanding.
"I told you," Alex said after a while sitting in silence, "I think Max in danger."
"I think so too," said Wolf standing.
The man flipped out a cell phone and typed a in a phone number.
"Yeah, it's Wolf," he said into the phone, "We're staying here. The ex-colonel's daughter is in danger. Permission to stay in America."
There was a pause then Wolf nodded and hung the phone.
"We are now able to stay in the country for a while we investigate this thing," he told the group.
Alex smiled, now they were getting somewhere.
He was close, so close now. The girl would be gone and then he could take care of the foreign matter in his way. He watched as the girl was carried out of her room on a stretcher. Her face was blanch and she was soaked with sweat. He smiled a little at her condition, she was fading faster than her father had. In no time at all she should be dead.
Alex woke to Wolf shaking him awake.
"Come on, get up, we have to move now!" the man whispered hurriedly.
"What's the matter?" asked Alex, he had learned long ago that asking to sleep an extra five minutes could kill someone.
"Max…she's been targeted and she's in critical condition. MI6 saw satellite images of her being carried out of her room on a stretcher," answered Eagle already dressed in camo and his face painted the same as his pants.
Alex jumped out of bed and put on the same type of clothes and stood ready. He still had the gun that Smithers had given him. He hid it from the others in a small pocket in his pants.
"We have to be ready to move at a moments notice. You got that?" asked Wolf.
The group nodded. Fox went to a small laptop and started to work furiously at it. It would be a few hours before any of them saw the familiar figure watching Max being carried from her room.
Max couldn't tell where she was or what was happening. She only knew she was hot and she wasn't getting any cooler no matter how much she sweated. She saw lights everywhere and people around her working furiously.
"Major?" asked one of the people.
She moved her head in the direction of the voice but could not respond.
"Stay with me," said the voice, "Come on stay with me."
Max tried and she was able to keep her eyes open a little.
"She's overheating," said another voice.
"There's a high white-cell count in her blood. There is also an unknown pathogen in her blood," said yet another voice.
"Get her on an IV. Make her comfortable till we can figure out what this thing is," said the first voice.
She was put in a room, she barely felt the IV needle in her arm. The cool water shot through her system sending a shock into her body. She heard the beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor. Suddenly there was a loud long beep and people flooded into the room. She couldn't breath. She couldn't feel anything in her left arm or her chest. Her vision was blurring too. Soon she succumbed to the peace. She didn't hear the voices calling and yelling.
A/N: There will be a few more chapters so read on when the next chapter is up. Hope you like it so far.