Intruder

Becky chuckles. "Well, I'm glad Clint inherited at least a few good manners." She winks at Wendy.

Cindy just stares at Wes for the longest time, not even able to comprehend what he's just said. "A...a coma?" She looks down, the tears starting to form all over again. "I can't believe this is happening. I just....how...why..."

Sparky raises his eyebrows. "Don't know where you're going, huh? That sounds exciting. Whatcha got here?" He points to her papers.



Mick gets on his phone and calls Austin. "Hey, it's Mick. Yeah...how's Jason? Mm...." He shakes his head and sighs. "Alright. Well, we're on our way in. We lost the van. I don't know how - it was my fault. But I don't want to be wandering strange streets at night and get cornered somewhere. So we'll be up a the hospital soon and we can decide where to go from there." He ends the call and looks at Rosetta and Damien with worry. "Jason's in a coma."

Austin hangs up his phone, and looks back at Katie. He offers her a small smile and nods with understanding. "Yeah, sure, you can stay in here. I'm sure he appreciates it." He turns and wearily walks out of the room to rejoin Con.


Footsteps come slowly down the hall, pausing to greet nurses cordially, arousing no suspicion. Austin and Con are a safe distance from the door....it will be easy. His hand slides into his jacket, fingering the pistol grip. The silencer will alert no one.
He comes upon the open door. No one is paying any attention. The girl has her back to the door. He will be gone before she even turns around. He pulls out his weapon and stretches it out, aiming at the sleeping figure in the bed...