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again, this time very carefully.
“We don’t know how to explain it; we don’t usually deal with cases like this.”
“I see. Right, listen to me carefully. We are going to take the hospital and its staff under our control, in a full quarantine regime. I will tell the Colonel.”
29. Awakening
He was in a heavy sleep in which he saw burning people, burning cars, and a burning white ball. The dream ended with a hideous nightmare where someone was nearby killing a woman. He didn’t know which woman or why she was being killed – it was hard to tell anything, in his daze, except for her cries for help. It was time for him to get up.
Waking up didn’t change the situation – the sound of killing stubbornly refused to go away along with sleep. The screaming continued, and the mist clouding his thoughts began to dissipate, so that Bronson was able to distinguish a large green spot - this was the door to the hallway, he realized at the moment that the nurse broke through it with her body.
The woman hit her back and head against the steel cabinet, but didn’t fall, because she was picked up by the man wearing gray hospital clothes, the same as Bronson. A patient. The scalpel that flashed over Bronson’s head pierced the nurse in the neck - one, two, three times, hot blood splattering on his face.
He made another swing, but this time the bloody blade didn’t reach the target. Bronson blocked it with his left hand, his right hand grasping the murderer by belt, and pulling him over. He headbutted the man, hearing a crunch of breaking nose, and completed the attack with two crushing blows to the solar plexus and groin.
“HANDS UP! HANDS UP!”
Bronson released the man with the scalpel and slowly raised his hands, the killer settling on the floor, scalpel tinkling on the rough tile. In the doorway were two soldiers, both in green overalls and masks, MP5s with long black cylinders in their hands.
It was hard for Bronson to speak, his mouth dry like a desert, his thoughts still a little confused, but he knew he must immediately make the situation clear.
“Easy, guys, easy. I'm not the enemy. Take this bastard – he just stabbed a nurse.”
The soldiers set weapons to stun, and hit the killer in the back, then quickly put handcuffs on him and plugged his mouth with a gag. One checked the pulse of the nurse, making sure she was dead. The bloodstained scalpel was secured in a plastic bag. Bronson lay motionless on the bed, waiting for further developments.
“Take him away.”
It was a familiar female voice. The soldiers dragged away the murderer, quickly returning with a foldable stretcher for the nurse, and then a third person came into the room. That was why the voice seemed familiar, thought Bronson, staring at the pale face in a transparent protective helmet.
“Hello, Chief.”
“Hello, Francis. So, they sent you?”
“Who else could they throw at this, with Walt staying in the States? As I understand it, you have questions for me?”
“Yes, questions appeared this morning. What was it now? And why the hell you wearing a protection suit?”
30 . Conflict of interest
“Good morning, Colonel.”
“I demand an explanation! What happened at the hospital, and why aren’t you letting my men in there?”
Francis Palmer lit another cigarette, and only then gave Richardson an answer.
“The hospital has suffered an emergency with serious consequences. Your man, the driver Mike Vitelli, who entered yesterday with minor injuries - he attacked the doctor and nurses on the duty shift. He killed the doctor, stabbed her with a scalpel, then seriously wounded one of the nurses and brutally beat the second one. Bronson’s men, who are guarding the hospital, neutralized him, but, unfortunately, they couldn’t help the mortally wounded nurse. The second victim is being treated now, and her life isn’t danger. The assailant was in a condition of violent insanity.”
“I'll take care of this. You must
“We don’t know how to explain it; we don’t usually deal with cases like this.”
“I see. Right, listen to me carefully. We are going to take the hospital and its staff under our control, in a full quarantine regime. I will tell the Colonel.”
29. Awakening
He was in a heavy sleep in which he saw burning people, burning cars, and a burning white ball. The dream ended with a hideous nightmare where someone was nearby killing a woman. He didn’t know which woman or why she was being killed – it was hard to tell anything, in his daze, except for her cries for help. It was time for him to get up.
Waking up didn’t change the situation – the sound of killing stubbornly refused to go away along with sleep. The screaming continued, and the mist clouding his thoughts began to dissipate, so that Bronson was able to distinguish a large green spot - this was the door to the hallway, he realized at the moment that the nurse broke through it with her body.
The woman hit her back and head against the steel cabinet, but didn’t fall, because she was picked up by the man wearing gray hospital clothes, the same as Bronson. A patient. The scalpel that flashed over Bronson’s head pierced the nurse in the neck - one, two, three times, hot blood splattering on his face.
He made another swing, but this time the bloody blade didn’t reach the target. Bronson blocked it with his left hand, his right hand grasping the murderer by belt, and pulling him over. He headbutted the man, hearing a crunch of breaking nose, and completed the attack with two crushing blows to the solar plexus and groin.
“HANDS UP! HANDS UP!”
Bronson released the man with the scalpel and slowly raised his hands, the killer settling on the floor, scalpel tinkling on the rough tile. In the doorway were two soldiers, both in green overalls and masks, MP5s with long black cylinders in their hands.
It was hard for Bronson to speak, his mouth dry like a desert, his thoughts still a little confused, but he knew he must immediately make the situation clear.
“Easy, guys, easy. I'm not the enemy. Take this bastard – he just stabbed a nurse.”
The soldiers set weapons to stun, and hit the killer in the back, then quickly put handcuffs on him and plugged his mouth with a gag. One checked the pulse of the nurse, making sure she was dead. The bloodstained scalpel was secured in a plastic bag. Bronson lay motionless on the bed, waiting for further developments.
“Take him away.”
It was a familiar female voice. The soldiers dragged away the murderer, quickly returning with a foldable stretcher for the nurse, and then a third person came into the room. That was why the voice seemed familiar, thought Bronson, staring at the pale face in a transparent protective helmet.
“Hello, Chief.”
“Hello, Francis. So, they sent you?”
“Who else could they throw at this, with Walt staying in the States? As I understand it, you have questions for me?”
“Yes, questions appeared this morning. What was it now? And why the hell you wearing a protection suit?”
30 . Conflict of interest
“Good morning, Colonel.”
“I demand an explanation! What happened at the hospital, and why aren’t you letting my men in there?”
Francis Palmer lit another cigarette, and only then gave Richardson an answer.
“The hospital has suffered an emergency with serious consequences. Your man, the driver Mike Vitelli, who entered yesterday with minor injuries - he attacked the doctor and nurses on the duty shift. He killed the doctor, stabbed her with a scalpel, then seriously wounded one of the nurses and brutally beat the second one. Bronson’s men, who are guarding the hospital, neutralized him, but, unfortunately, they couldn’t help the mortally wounded nurse. The second victim is being treated now, and her life isn’t danger. The assailant was in a condition of violent insanity.”
“I'll take care of this. You must
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