Chapter 7 The Hitman Breaks Through
With a deafening crash, the door frame splintered as a heavy boot kicked inward. The deadbolt sheared clean through the drywall, sending white dust billowing into the air.
A large man in a black tactical suit stepped into the room, his face hidden behind a dark balaclava. He held a suppressed firearm pointed straight toward the hospital bed.
Chloe didn't scream; instead, her eyes flashed with cold, calculated rage. She lunged forward, grabbing the heavy rolling table and hurling it directly at the intruder's knees.
The man grunted in surprise as the metal table slammed into his shins, throwing his aim off completely. His suppressed weapon discharged into the ceiling tiles in a shower of white plaster.
Nurse Sarah used the distraction to dive toward the corner, shielding the newborn against her chest with her entire body. The baby let out a startled cry, piercing the tense air.
"Get out of the window!" Sarah screamed over the ringing in her ears.
Chloe grabbed the heavy IV pole, swinging it like a baseball bat with all her remaining strength. The metal rod struck the intruder squarely across the temple with a sickening thud.
The masked man collapsed onto the linoleum floor, unconscious and motionless. Heavy breathing echoed in the confined space as Chloe stood over him, chest heaving.
"Are you hit?" Chloe gasped, rushing back to check on Nurse Sarah and her baby.
"We're okay, but reinforcements are coming up the stairwell right now," Sarah panted, clutching the infant safely. "We have less than sixty seconds."
Chloe retrieved the white envelope from beneath the pillow, sliding it securely into the inner pocket of her lavender gown. There was no turning back now.
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They bolted past the unconscious intruder and out into the chaotic hallway. Alarms began to wail overhead, flashing red emergency strobe lights across the white walls.
The entire hospital was now on high alert, locking down every exit and elevator bank. They were fugitives inside an institution meant for healing, running for their lives.
