"Critical, Boss…" The line went dead on Lucian's part as he picked himself up from the ground, dabbing at the purple stain with a tissue and collecting traces onto his pen tip.
"I will be on my way." He responded after some minutes, rolling the collected poison into a handkerchief he previously had and shoved it into his pocket, hurrying into the hospital lobby.
Once gone, a man emerged from behind the walls, one of his hands in his pocket and the other on a pistol. He reached for his phone, picking the incoming call.
"Some traces from the white tulips got on Mr. Vale's hands. It won't be long before he realizes it's poison. When should we strike next? Time isn't on our side." He coldly said, his eyes fixed on the already departed shadow of Lucian.
