Chapter 84：Waxed Out

Jones and his crew never made it to where ever they were assigned to go. Their mission was sabotaged.

On the way they were waylaid by an armed squad and chased for several miles, until their vehicle skitted off the highway and lurched into the valley, bursting into flames as soon as it hit the ground.

"We've annihilated the problem boss."

"Who is guarding the target at the hospital?"

"No one we can't handle Sir."

"You sure she's still there? Has my donor shown up?"

"We have reason to believe he's already been sighted at the location."

"Then make sure the 'field' is harvested as soon as possible. No excuses. Time is of essence."

"We always deliver boss. Hope you can too."

"You'll get your money. Just get me that kidney. Today!"

"Right away Sir."

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"He's taken the bait Mr President."

"Reel him in and give him the noose with which to hang himself."

"I think it's already around his neck Sir."

"Good. Let's help him hang himself."

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"Good evening Mr Carter. How are you feeling today?"

"I've been better I guess." He could feel his body getting weaker. He noticed his urine was now laced with blood and it was cause for concern. That's why he had to move on to the next phase of his plan.

The specialist already knew the answer to the question he had asked but he thought he'd indulge the patient in small-talk. He was running out of time but the guy seemed hopeful that his son would give him his kidney. Personally he didn't see that happening-why would his son do that anyway, unless he was some kind of saint? From what he had heard and seen Alexander Carter was the ultimate jerk, dead-beat dad, douche, loser-you name it this guy was it.

"Like I've mentioned before..time is not on our side sir and so far we haven't been able to find a suitable, willing donor. Did you manage to get a hold of your son-" he asked as he flipped through the medical charts.

"Will you stop asking me that?!" Alexander snapped, red creeping into his neck and the muscles in his temples throbbing. "Do you think I don't know that my time is limited?? I know okay?? It's my life that's hanging in the balance-not yours!"

"I was just-"

"Stop asking me stupid questions and do what the US government is paying you to do okay??!"

"Mr Carter, sir, I didn't mean to offend you-" Scumbag, the doctor voiced internally.

"When he comes you will be the first to know-now get out!" He growled and hurled a pillow at the bewildered doctor, who scurried out of the open door.

"If you want a job done then it's better to do it yourself," Alexander muttered as he threw back the covers and hobbled over to the closet. He tugged his suitcase and stumbled back to the bed. He hauled it onto the mattress with some difficulty and unzipped the secret compartment, retrieving his silencer. He glanced at the shiny metal piece briefly with a wicked smile before he preceded to put on his gown, then his slippers, before slipping the gun in his pocket.

He strode past the nurses' station and straight to the wretched room, and looked at the bed in the corner. He saw the crown of Lana's black hair peeking out of the covers and was glad that she seemed deep in sleep. It would make this so much easier he thought as he took a step forward.

"Sorry Sir, only authorized people can go inside to see Mrs Carter." One of the guards informed him as he prevented him from going inside.

"I'm Jordan Carter's father. She's my daughter-in-law. Surely I don't need-"

"We will need to get clearance from your son or the chief-of-security."

"So do it! Why are you still standing around?!" He regarded the guard with coldness and slight irritation. "Where is my son anyway??"

"He's uh-taking a shower, Sir."

"Where exactly?" His face was alive with interest.

"Over at the guest facilities Sir. You just follow this passage and then turn left when you get to the end. You will see the sign outside the entrance." The sentry directed him. "Do you need a shower sir?" The corner of his lips twitched.

"I just need to see my son." He grunted sulkily, with his foot already on the first step.

"Do you need an escort, Sir?"

"No!" He said with too much force. "Uh-no..don't trouble yourself, young man." He spoke softly. "I can manage just fine." As he finished speaking he shuffled down the corridor and his hand tightened on his gun as he got into the shower-rooms.

He could hear the steady stream of water and the steam rising out of the room as he got closer to the occupied cubicle, the rest were conveniently empty. Alexander could hear his victim humming quietly as he showered, as he moved with a stealthy, catlike movement along the wall. He slipped the pistol out of his pocket and stood just outside the door, holding it tightly in mid-air. Suddenly, without warning and with his eyes tightly shut, he kicked the door open with all his strength, pulled back the trigger, firing simultaneous shots; the bullets raining out of the nozzle until there was nothing left but smoke and the smell of gun-powder.

He slowly opened his eyes and mentally prepared himself to see the gruesome scene. But what he saw as he drew closer was a ravaged wax figure of Jordan and what he heard was a recording that was being played from a tiny device that was attached to the top of the shower-head. He growled in both confusion and anger as he kicked at the impaired image that lay on the floor. He slammed the gun against the wet tiles as his voice soared shrilly to match the heights of his tantrum. Then it slowly dawned on him...it was a trap...and he had walked right into it.

Alexander froze and knew that he was busted. There was no talking his way out of this one.

"Throw down your weapon and turn around slowly.." The gun clattered loudly as it bounced off the floor.

"On your knees. Hands behind your head." The law enforcement officers commanded as they surrounded him and pinned him to the ground, then proceeded to read him his rights.

"Alexander Carter. You are under arrest.."