Chapter 8 - CONFRONTING THE TYRANT
The Doctor pressed the intercom button, his voice carrying clearly through the speaker into the hallway.
"Mr. Vance, your daughter is currently undergoing emergency medical evaluation for a classified foreign object," the Doctor said.
Mark sneered, pressing his face closer to the glass, his eyes wild with a manic, desperate energy.
"She has a stomach flu! Give her a prescription and send her home with us right now!" Mark demanded loudly.
"She has an unknown device lodged against her thoracic cavity, Mark," the Mother spoke up, stepping into view.
Mark’s eyes shifted from the Doctor to his wife, a flash of pure murderous intent crossing his features.
"You pathetic, disloyal fool," Mark hissed through the intercom, his voice dripping with venomous contempt.
"You have no idea what you've just unleashed upon this family," Mark warned, rattling the door handle violently.
"Federal marshals are already five minutes out, Mr. Vance. I suggest you stay right where you are," the Doctor replied coldly.
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Mark froze, realizing his cover was completely blown, and bolted down the hallway toward the emergency exit.
The security guards moved to pursue, but the Doctor raised his hand to stop them in their tracks.
