Brian O'Grady - Hybrid

“You want me to get her so we can beat her brains in?” Martha feigned to leave her favorite spot just inside his office door.

“Why don’t you ask her up here, but try and leave her brains where they’re at.” Martin forced a smile.

Ten minutes later, the tall and dark woman everyone had known as Rachel Hill walked into Martin’s office and sat in the only clear chair; behind her came Martha. Two armed security guards discreetly entered the outer office and took up station on either side of Martin’s door.

“Who are you?” Nathan asked without preamble.

She stared back at him with eyes as big as saucers, beautiful saucers. “Dr. Martin, you know who I am,” she said in a sweet, innocent voice that conveyed complete confusion. She looked up at Martha.

Martha finally displayed some emotion. “Drop the act. Rachel Hill disappeared four years ago in Washington. For all we know, you killed her.” The colonel of the army reserves had repositioned herself between Martin and the girl.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am Rachel Hill.” Her voice cracked, and she began to shake. Her eyes welled up, and without warning, Martha slapped her face so hard that the guards jumped. She followed the slap with a left hook. Blood from the girl’s broken nose sprinkled across Martin’s desk, and Martha threw herself at the reeling young woman. Martin jumped to his feet, not sure how to respond to his secretary’s unprovoked violence. Thoughts of army “enhanced-interrogation techniques” raced through his mind.

“Grab her arms!” Martha yelled to one of the guards, and they both launched themselves at the pair of struggling women. They pinned the arms of pseudo-Rachel Hill behind the chair and quickly handcuffed her, which only made her start kicking and bucking in the chair. It took a couple more minutes to completely subdue her, and then Martha stood back up and tucked her scrubs back in. Everyone in the room was breathing hard.

“You want to explain to me what all that was about?” Martin’s voice was so high, he wondered if he was squeaking.

Martha was still out of breath and simply dropped a small handgun onto his desk. “I’m fairly sure that was meant for us.”

Everyone looked at the woman in the chair. Her long hair was strewn across her bloody face, and her scrub top was torn down the center, exposing her deep cleavage.

No one spoke, and Martin slowly returned to his chair and stared at her. She was older now; the façade of innocence slapped off her face. “Who are you?” he repeated.

She threw her hair back and glared at him, saying nothing.

They sat staring at each other for a long moment. “I think I am going to make a very powerful man angry,” Martin said, standing abruptly. He turned to Martha. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

It took him ten minutes to find everything he needed, and a handful of curious lab personnel followed him back to his office. “Here we are,” he said to Rachel Hill in a whimsical voice. “Now technically, I am a federal employee, and I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but what the hell. We’re all friends here, and you tried to kill us, twice.” He jabbed the needle into her arm.

“Where is he?” Patton asked himself while looking out the broken third story window. After two hours of searching every inch of the hospital and its grounds, Reisch seemed to have vanished. “I’m telling you, he’s a magician,” he answered himself, and then pulled his hulking form back into the destroyed room.

“We’re certain that he was hit, Chief,” the SWAT team leader said. “No one could have survived three to the chest and a backwards fall out of a third story window.”

“So you’re telling me that a dead man got up and walked away. .” Patton bit off the rest of his sarcastic remark. He was starting to lose control of himself more and more frequently.

“I’m sorry, Captain; I believe you.”

Patton turned away and shuffled through the broken glass out to what was left of the nursing station. Greg and Amanda Flynn were sitting in the middle of a semicircle of heavily armed National Guard soldiers. He knew it had to be done, no one wanted to risk losing Amanda, but it was almost comical. If she wanted to go, there was absolutely no way of stopping her. He veered around the group and headed for the captain in charge.

“Chief,” the career military officer said as Patton approached.

“Can I have a moment with you, Captain?” Patton led the army officer into a deserted patient room. “I know you have orders, and you are just following them, but do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” He pointed to the ring of soldiers around the Flynns. “If that young lady decides to leave, we’re going to have a whole lot more dead soldiers on our hands.”

“I have been ordered to hold her,” the captain said officially.

“You are provoking her at a very dangerous time. Who is your CO?” Patton had taken out his cell phone.

“We are taking our orders from federal authorities.”

“Please give me a moment, Captain.” Patton turned away and after a moment had Don Heller. “It’s Patton; I’m here at the hospital.” Patton paused.” No, we haven’t found him, but that’s not what I’m calling about. A ring of armed soldiers is surrounding Amanda Flynn.” Patton paused again. “I understand, but you know very well that we can’t hold her against her will. Remember what happened yesterday outside the mall, and this morning in Mescali?” He waited a moment and then handed the phone to the captain.

“I understand, sir,” was all he said and then closed the phone. “She is now officially your problem,” he said with relief while returning the cell phone. A few minutes later Patton was alone with Greg and Amanda.

“You have become my problem,” he said to Amanda. “Is he dead?

“No; I doubt he’s even hurt. He was focused on defending himself. Look for the bullets somewhere in the room; their force knocked him through the glass, but I don’t think they ever hit him. The fall wouldn’t have done much to him, either.”

“I know you’re tired, but do you know where he is?” Patton tried to sit on the counter in front of her, but it immediately cracked.

“No idea. It wouldn’t take much for him to conceal himself, and he will after this morning.” Amanda took a deep breath and looked up at the big black man. “He has to be found. Can you get Ron Benedict down here as soon as possible?”

Patton suddenly looked puzzled. “He’s the assistant director for the FBI; he was in Denver last night. You have a much bigger problem than Reisch.” She looked over at Greg to include him in the conversation. “There are eleven terrorists spread out across the country, and each of them has a vial of the virus. There used to be sixteen; Reisch didn’t know what happened to the other five. In less than two days, he is supposed to send them a message to release the virus. He doesn’t know who they are, how they got here, or where they are. No one does. They were ordered to disappear, and communicate only through the Internet. They’ve been using a Web site called My Space .”

“So, he hasn’t sent the message yet. If we can get to him before he can send it. .” Greg said, but Amanda cut him off.

“They have contingency plans in place. They’re trying to time this exactly so that only the U.S. is affected, and if the moles don’t hear from Reisch within four days, they will release the virus themselves. That doesn’t really matter because I’m pretty sure he’s sending the message now.”

“So Reisch is out of this, aside from general mayhem.” Patton said thoughtfully, but Amanda shook her head. “There’s more?”