”How was I gonna get down to the ground floor without anybody noticing,” I wondered, tasting blood in my mouth. I was a mess, some of my stitches had torn and the bandages on my leg were coming undone.

I tied them roughly and searched the dead guard.”perfect”, I said smiling as I fished out a 42 calibre silencer from his trunk pockets, attaching it to the gun in my hand, I picked up the chlorine gas canister and shook it, there was still enough to stun some people…..Gun in right hand and canister in left hand, I prepared for my descent to the ground floor, I wish I had some epinephrine right now….

I cracked open the door, peering outside to check the corridor, no one in sight. As it appeared, I had been placed in a private wing of the hospital, no one ever came up here without invitation(non-medical personnel). I had gotten this information from a green sticker on the wall so I strolled into the corridor acting as casual as possible….I was wearing my boxers, a pair of socks and the hospital tugs.

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I found scaling through the fifth floor relatively easy because it was mostly deserted….peerring down the stairs that led to the fourth floor I descended cautiously taking aim with the gun that was now clenched in my hands, coming down to the fourth floor, I hid the gun within my tugs just as I made out the figure of a nurse pushing a cart full of drugs…I pulled the gun, aimed at her and put a finger to my lips at the same time opening a door near me, it was a closet. I motioned her to approach with her hands up, she did!!!! I pushed her into the closet and asked her to take off her overall….Being young and really attractive, she started shivering and crying and at the same time pressing her palms together in plea….