Chapter 6 - The Hunt Begins Across The Cold American Asphalt
The heavy glass doors of the hospital emergency entrance slid open automatically as the three fleeing students burst outside.
The cool night air of the American suburb hit their flushed faces, carrying the distant scent of exhaust and damp pavement.
A classic American muscle car idled near the emergency drop-off zone, its engine rumbling with a low, intimidating V8 growl.
Cole yanked the passenger door open, diving headfirst into the vehicle while Hale and Whitmore scrambled into the back seats.
“Drive! Step on the gas before he comes out of that lobby!” Cole screamed, slamming his fist against the dashboard.
The car roared forward, tires screeching against the asphalt as they tore out of the hospital parking lot at reckless speeds.
Inside room 402, the father stood by the window, watching their taillights disappear down the darkened suburban street.
He pulled a set of heavy brass keys from his pocket, walking out of the room with slow, deliberate, unhurried strides.
He didn't need a sports car to catch them because he knew every shortcut and backroad across the entire tri-state area.
His encrypted earpiece crackled to life with a crisp, digital voice reporting from a surveillance drone overhead.
“Target vehicle heading northbound on Route 9, moving at eighty miles per hour toward the university district.”
“Maintain visual and keep them contained within the perimeter,” the father instructed smoothly into his collar mic.
He stepped out into the crisp night air, heading toward an unmarked black SUV parked in the restricted medical zone.
The heavy doors unlocked with a familiar electronic beep as he slid into the leather driver’s seat with practiced ease.
He started the ignition, the powerful engine purring to life like a sleeping beast awakened by a master’s command.
The dashboard navigation system projected a glowing red tracking dot marking the exact location of the fleeing fraternity boys.
He shifted the transmission into drive, pulling away from the hospital curb without turning on his headlights immediately.
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He was going to hunt them down methodically, teaching them the true meaning of fear before the night was over.
The American flag on the hospital flagpole whipped violently in the midnight wind as he vanished into the shadows.
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