The frigid wind blew across the top of the skyscraper blowing strands of my white hair into my face. I stood on the edge of the tall building that stood in front of the other much smaller building which was a hospital that had more than a dozen men in black suits and glasses at the entrance. I could bet my arm that they were more inside, but there was no need for that. Be it a million men in suits the end result would be the same. Them and their client dead. Static buzzed from the earpiece in my ear and a male voice spoke "Target confirmed. I repeat target has been confirmed. Do your thing Allison". I stepped backwards and walked towards the exit. I looked down the numerous flight of stairs. That is gonna be a huge pain in my ass. I took a deep breath and shook my arms. A few seconds of that , I was feeling the adrenaline rush. I was ready. I grabbed the railing of the stairs and jumped.....
A few minutes later, I stepped out of the building with a new face and suitable hospital staff attire and headed for the hospital. I got to the entrance and was stopped by one of the bodyguards. "Identify yourself please" the muscular guy said. I took out an ID I had borrowed from a friend of mine that coincidentally works in this same hospital. The dude looked at the card and my face and back again. "Since when are hospital staff supposed to prove identification means to people who don't work in the hospital?" I asked with my eyebrows raised. The dude didn't say anything and just handed me the card back. He stepped back and a woman stepped forward. "I'm going to ask a colleague to search you for any weapons miss". I raised my eyebrows in apparent disbelief and scoffed "You want me to submit to a search before I can enter my place of work?"
"Yes miss" the guy said without skipping a beat. I shook my head and laughed but I raised my hands and put them behind my head. The woman stepped forward and proceeded to search me. Finding nothing she stepped back and nodded to the muscular dude. He nodded back. "You're clear ma'am. Have a nice day. Sorry for the inconvenience"
"Damn right you are" I muttered as I walked past him and entered the hospital. I waited till the doors closed behind me before reaching into my pocket and fingering the tracker the female guard had slipped inside. "I'm in. Where's the target's location?" I said.
My earpiece spoke "Take an elevator to the top floor. you'll need a code for the guard at the entrance." I walked towards the nearest elevator slipping the tracking device into an unsuspecting doctors lab coat. I entered an empty elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. "Wait for me please!". I smiled and put my hand between the elevator doors just as it was about to close. A panting and haggard looking intern stumbled into the elevator. "7th floor please" she panted. I pressed the button. A few minutes later the elevator stopped at the seventh floor and the intern stepped out. "Good luck" I said and she nodded as the doors closed a few minutes later the elevator stopped at the top floor and I stepped out. I walked towards the nurse at the counter. "Good morning Lydia. Has there been any new development with our darling VIP's?" Lydia rolled her eyes. "I love the fact that you can bullshit and still make it look like you actually care". I gasped and put a hand to my chest "I would never" I said "With God as my witness I have never looked at a VIP with anything apart from love and kindness." Lydia snorted and shoved a file at me. "There's your patient and his prescription". I opened the file. Martin Lewis, a 53 year man, admitted for lung cancer. he was placed on the ventilator a few days ago and was due for surgery in a few hours. it's a shame he won't by then. I closed the file and nodded at Lydia. "See ya later babe". Lydia blew a kiss at me and I jogged out of there. I went to Mr. Lewis room---Room 36---and was confronted by two guards. Explains the army at the entrance. Thankfully they just nodded at me and allowed me in. Mr. Lewis was sleeping when I entered and didn't wake up when I went to his morphine dispenser, removed the safety and typed in a dose amount that was way past the recommended dosage. Afterwards I stood back and stared at his old man face. This man was responsible for the death of more than 10 teenagers, even if he wasn't the one that started the program. I was just avenging them. And me. Like I promised I would. A year rolled down my face and I wiped it off. After collecting the file and cleaning all evidence that the dispenser had been tampered with, I left. I dropped the file at the counter, waved at Lydia and entered the elevator. Just as the doors closed, the alarm rang.