A/N- Sorry it took so long to update, I'm currently busy with piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, flute, foreign language, shooting whatever I can think of with my video camera, baby-sitting, homework, SOL's, early college applications, film school applications, and c'mon! I have to squeeze movies and reading in there:D
Yassen: You only know one second language? Pathetic! I know eight, and, I'm working on my ninth!
Me: Show-off! Oh, and for your info, I know two second languages. Spanish and German. Though my parents claim that English is my second language, on account of, I use slang all the time... :D
Yassen: Usted es absolutamente pathetic!(You are absolutely pathetic!)
Me: Hey, don't call me pathetic! I'm the one that brought you back to life. Gee, respect it:P
Um...read on, while I fight my own mind :O
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Anthony Horowitz wrote. I say we unite and buy off AH's books and bring Yassen back to life...Yes! It's a perfect plan:D
Yassen: Nicht wirlich...(not really)
Me: Oh man! You ARE good :O I'm paranoid now...-runs off-
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It was clear tonight. The hallways were silent. And the nurses were scarce.
After three weeks, Yassen could finally feel his strength returning, and his mind felt clearer, more intact.
He still had no idea how he had been placed in such a low security facility.
But he would find out.
And---
He would leave. Tonight.
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James Hoskins and the reporting agent had agreed to meet him in the faculty lunch area. Reading the
hospital signs seemed more complex than necessary, but he eventually arrived in the right destination,
none the less.
"Heeeey! Chief! We were waiting, like, forever..."
Oh great...
Crawford cringed. He disliked new agents.
"And I think the Doc has some pretty weird theories. But let's keep it hush-hush. Ya know, just in case..."
He took it back. He despised new agents.
Dr. Hoskins was sitting on a plain, metal chair. He looked reluctant. Probably thought that he would be
labeled on as crazy no doubt.
He wouldn't have been the first.
"Hello Mr.-"
"- Lakes. Jimmy Lakes" Jimmy finished for him.
"-Lakes."
The file was on the table. Reaching out, he picked it up and lifted the cover, turning back toward James
Hoskins.
"Dr. Hoskins. Thank you for bringing this to our attention."
"Bringing what? This could be nothing..."
"It probably is nothing. Now where did you find it?"
Mr. Hoskins shrugged.
"In my secretary's desk. I was cleaning it out. And it has the official medical stamp on it. So, I knew it was
real hospital admittance."
"Hmm..." Crawford trailed off and glanced off at Jimmy in the corner.
He had his chin resting on his hands and his head staring toward the ceiling, uninterested. Crawford
raised his eyebrows and purposefully looked at him until Jimmy finally realized that someone was
watching him.
"Huh? What?"
"And did you look for anything listed under 301,in addition to rooms?"
"...yep, I've got nothing... But I didn't physically look in any other hospital owned buildings, if that helps
any."
It might.
"Doctor Hoskins, what other buildings are there?"
"...W-well, there's the surgery facility, research center, and outpatient building."
The surgery unit didn't have any rooms, so he skipped that one. And the outpatient building only had
two main rooms, a waiting room and the check in office. It couldn't be either.
Surprisingly, Jimmy probably had the same idea.
"We could check the research place, just for the heck of it."
Crawford nodded in agreement.
"Dr. Hoskins, what is the facility used for?"
"It was once used for experimenting on new surgeries, when new discoveries were made. In fact, one of
the first treatments for cancer was available there. I suppose it isn't used for much of anything now,
though. I have even filed a letter to the medical board, request to tear it down. The place is a mess."
"So, you have not been through all of it?"
"...no..."
That was all he needed to know.
"Mr. Lakes, please follow me. Dr. Hoskins may accompany us if he wishes so."
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Stepping out of the small room, dressed only in a simple, bleached, pastel white doctor's uniform(which
he had found in a supply closet), Yassen moved toward the nurse's station, located at the end of the
corridor on that particular wing.
It was empty. The hospital security guard, or floor manager, would no doubt be scanning the rooms
around this late hour.
Yassen headed toward the long, oval, information desk and carefully lifted himself into a seat facing the
computer. He inwardly sighed. The hard drive was already logged into.
He typed in his room number.
3078
A file popped up and revealed his own picture. Or, at least, the man did greatly resemble him.
In fact, the face looked familiar.
He double clicked the file and it opened up. Studying the details, he scrolled down.
Name: Landon Javenson
Age: 26
Force: S.I Guard( U.S)
Yes, know he remembered. Yassen had shot him in air force one. It was a wonder that Yassen even
recognized him at all. He usually never even so much as glanced at the people he dealt with, at the risk
of making his job too difficult.
The American Military had mistaken Yassen for Strategic Intelligence.
Which probably meant he was currently located in an American hospital...in the U.S...and...
---If they were to find the real body...
Yassen shut down the computer system with a flick of his finger.
And left.
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"Hey Alex, what are you doing your science report on, anyway?" Tom shouted as he kicked the football
(or soccer)toward his friend.
Alex seemed distant and took a while to reply.
"...don't know yet, guess I'll have to copy yours, " He teased.
Tom pretended to pout.
"Better not. My report is a sure fire A plus." (I don't know how the grading scale is done in the UK...)
Smiling to himself, Alex shrugged.
"And by your report, you mean the report you asked your sister to do. And then you put your name on
it..."
"...well...I did most of the work..."
Alex gave his friend an "I don't think so" look.
"Okay, okay! Can I help having a scientific genius for a sibling??"
"I guess not. So what did your sister do it on?"
He tossed the ball back at Tom, and it bounced of his knee, onto the mildewed grass.
"Artificial sleeping...or something stupid like that. I think it's a report investigating the life support
systems for coma victims...kinda creepy..."
"Very." Alex agreed.
Alex felt content for once. And waving goodbye to his friend, he headed back home, still at ease.
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"Oh my- Is he...dead?" Jimmy asked with widened eyes in pure terror.
"I don't think so..." James Hoskins replied. He went over to the machine. A body was encased in plastic,
with wires attached to the arms, and a oxygen mask to the face. He noted a heartbeat. There was a
control system attached to it, though not very large. Other than that, the room was small, barely larger
than a pantry.
"He's alive." The doctor assured his companions.
"Whoa...but how'd he get here??"
"I'm not sure. This will be reported, I assure you," Dr. Hoskins spat angrily. How could someone leave a
living, breathing human being, in a hospital none the less, without having told someone. It infuriated
him.
They had found the room in the research center, locked, but easily broken into as far as Jimmy was
concerned. This should have been obvious. Someone knew about this. Or knew.
Jimmy shivered, still perturbed at the sight of a unresponsive body.
"Hey, Crawford. What do you think?" He called out and turned around.
But Crawford wouldn't answer him. He was staring at the body, and, he looked...scared suddenly.
"...Oh my God...John..."
James Hoskins failed to notice Crawford though, he was staring at the number printed on the technical
system. It was in bright, silver plated, printed letters.
301
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