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"We're headed to the fourth floor," Ivak said as Estelle found him fumbling with a small portrait that was on his desk. The panel that had held another picture of Mira in the frame came off, and behind it was what appeared to be a few train tickets and some paper money. Ivak stuffed the picture, tickets, and money in a pocket before throwing the picture frame in one of the desk's drawers. "There's a bridge that connects this office building to a hospital. It has more avenues of escape than this place."
"National Investigation Unit," an armored (and armed) police officer introduced himself to the secretary who had just crossed the bridge on floor 4, putting away his badge. "Where's Dr. Erol." It was a demand, not a question.
"I— He went that way," she quickly replied, pointing in the direction that the officer had come from. "I think he was headed upstairs; I— I need to go make sure the patients are safe." The officer nodded and ran to the nearest stairwell.
Ivak and Estelle would find her still at the bridge, but pushing a medical trolley she had found somewhere with Ivak's red box (which was more like a glorified lunchbox) looped around her arm.
"Why the trolley?" Ivak asked her.
"To knock out a window," she answered nonchalantly, backing it up to the other side of the bridge, a hallway with windows on either side. "There's an NIU team in the hospital and those other guys are in the offices, so— Watch out!" She pointed behind Ivak as a baton struck the back of his neck, knocking him down. The suits had stepped up their game— the one behind Ivak advanced wearing a helmet and body armor as another down the hallway drew a pistol and shot, seemingly for the purpose of intimidation as there hadn't been enough time to aim. The intern threw a needle-disposal box that had been resting on the trolley at the gun-toting suit, the needles clattering out onto the floor as the distance was covered and she hid behind the trolley as best as she could.
"National Investigation Unit," an armored (and armed) police officer introduced himself to the secretary who had just crossed the bridge on floor 4, putting away his badge. "Where's Dr. Erol." It was a demand, not a question.
"I— He went that way," she quickly replied, pointing in the direction that the officer had come from. "I think he was headed upstairs; I— I need to go make sure the patients are safe." The officer nodded and ran to the nearest stairwell.
Ivak and Estelle would find her still at the bridge, but pushing a medical trolley she had found somewhere with Ivak's red box (which was more like a glorified lunchbox) looped around her arm.
"Why the trolley?" Ivak asked her.
"To knock out a window," she answered nonchalantly, backing it up to the other side of the bridge, a hallway with windows on either side. "There's an NIU team in the hospital and those other guys are in the offices, so— Watch out!" She pointed behind Ivak as a baton struck the back of his neck, knocking him down. The suits had stepped up their game— the one behind Ivak advanced wearing a helmet and body armor as another down the hallway drew a pistol and shot, seemingly for the purpose of intimidation as there hadn't been enough time to aim. The intern threw a needle-disposal box that had been resting on the trolley at the gun-toting suit, the needles clattering out onto the floor as the distance was covered and she hid behind the trolley as best as she could.
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