2025-02-18 22:46:42“What the heck is going on here?!”
“Why isn't his body already in the cremation service center as I had requested?!”
“What kind of poor hospital service is this?!”
Tiffany Raymond asked angrily, her heavy gold plated circular earrings dangling in the rhythm of her anger as she stared into the face of Nurse Diana.
“Ma'am…I can't just pass his body off to the cremation services, we have to wait for some hours after his death confirmation.It's standard hospital procedures” Nurse Diana explained.
The scent of disinfectant and the usual hospital aura filled ward three where Carl Gerald's lifeless body was lying in a fully zipped body bag.
“Are you kidding me right now?!”
“Tell me, who is in charge here?!”
“You’ve been doing nothing but wasting my time! I know you have a supervisor or something, get him or her immediately! ” Tiffany Raymond ordered impatiently.
Cough!
Just then, with that abrupt cough, Carl Gerald suddenly sat up in the body bag he was being covered.
“Oh my God!...Mr Carl Gerald…is alive!”
Nurse Diana yelled in shock as trepidation and shock washed all over the face of herself and Tiffany Raymond.
She immediately raced towards Mr Carl Gerald.
Frantically she unzipped the body bag and Mr Carl Gerald immediately let out a heavy gasp for air.
“What happened…where am I?”
His voice quaked as he spoke, his sight was still blurry.
His head still ached as he tried to recollect his thoughts, he tried to stand up but fell back onto the table.
“Calm down Mr Carl I will go and get the doctor immediately!”
Nurse Diana said her voice was laced with a mixture of anxiety, exhilaration and curiosity as she raced off to get Doctor Thompson, the doctor in charge of Mr Carl Gerald's case.
Carl Gerald's sight was still blurry, he slowly took a deep breath and stared at the woman almost close to him.
“Tiffany?”
But there was no response from Tiffany Raymond who still had her face etched in bewilderment.
Carl Gerald immediately recalled what had just happened earlier.
He recalled having left the building construction site where he doubled down as a labourer after working on his pizza delivery job, on returning home, he met the back door open which was unusual.
Entering the house, he heard his sister Sara’s scream.
He rushed outside to see a thug dragging her into the street while their mother, Mrs. Amber Gerald, desperately tried to protect her.
Carl had grabbed a crowbar to intervene, but before he could even react, a sharp blow struck his neck from behind. He remembered a surge of power running through him as his vision went black.
As Carl Gerald tried to recollect his thoughts, his head ached him even more.
The room was quiet as Carl stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on his wife, Tiffany.
"Tiffany, what really happened to me? Where are my mom and my sister, Sara?"
Carl’s voice was weak, laced with a mix of confusion and urgency.
Tiffany Raymond who was still in shock immediately snapped out of it and snorted indifferently.
“Your mom? She’s dead, killed in the struggle.”She paused for a moment, her lips curling slightly as if the words left a bad taste in her mouth, ”And your sister, I don’t know, perhaps taken away by those thugs.”
There was no shock in her eyes, no empathy.It was almost as if she were discussing an insignificant event in a stranger’s life.
Carl’s heart sank, his entire body freezing.
"Tiffany... that’s impossible..." Carl’s voice trembled, desperation creeping into his words. He could hardly breathe, the pain suffocating him. "Tell me it’s a lie! Please, tell me it’s a joke!"
Carl Gerald couldn't take it as he plopped back into the table.
Tears slowly welling down his eyes as he beat himself up emotionally for not being there for his family.
“It should have been me!”
“It should have been me! Why did I have to pass out and let my mom die?!”
Carl Gerald yelled into the empty air.
His fists slammed against the table, the sound of his pain deafening in the silence. But Tiffany didn’t even flinch.
She simply stood there, emotionless, her arms crossed as she glanced at him briefly, a hint of impatience flickering in her eyes.
Slowly Carl Gerald took a deep breath, with tears still streaming down his eyes.
“ I will find those bastards and I will make them pay dearly for everything they did!” His voice was colder now, but filled with a quiet rage.
Just as Carl’s words hung in the air, Tiffany broke the silence with her chillingly calm voice.
"Well, enough for crying? Now I have something to say."
Her eyes, devoid of compassion, glinted coldly as she threw a brown envelope in his direction. It landed softly against his chest, and Carl looked down at it, confused and trembling.
Tiffany’s voice was ice-cold. "I want a divorce."
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Chapter 590: The arrival of the doomer:
Officers began moving toward the equipment area where tactical gear had been laid out for distribution, but General Carl Gerald held up his hand to stop them for one more moment."One more thing," he said, his voice quieter but somehow more intense. "I want each of you to take sixty seconds right now and think about why you chose this profession.”“Think about what motivates you to put on the uniform and take these risks. Think about the people you're protecting and why their lives matter enough to you that you're willing to put your own life on the line to defend them."The officers stood silently, some closing their eyes, all of them visibly engaging with the question General Carl Gerald had posed."Hold onto that motivation tomorrow morning," General Carl Gerald continued. "When the fighting gets intense and the situation becomes chaotic and you're tempted to panic or make decisions based on fear rather than training, remember why you're there.”“Remember that the patients in tha
Chapter 589: The game plan:
General Carl Gerald appreciated Phineas's attention to these details. Managing the information environment…controlling what hospital staff knew and didn't know, maintaining cover stories that prevented panic while still allowing necessary preparations, was just as important as the tactical positioning and equipment allocation."What about Doctor Anderson?" General Carl Gerald asked. "He needs to know what's coming so he can prepare medically, but he also needs to continue treating Sara and managing the secure ward without behaving so obviously differently that staff notice and start asking questions.""I briefed Anderson personally about an hour ago," Phineas reported. "He's aware of the threat and the timeline.”“He's quietly preparing emergency medical equipment and supplies in Sara's room so he can continue providing care even if normal hospital services are disrupted by the attack. And he's coordinating with senior nursing staff to ensure they're positioned to handle mass casual
Chapter 588: The Price of progress is pain:
General Carl Gerald let that sink in, seeing the growing tension in the officers' expressions as they contemplated these realities."And you're going to have to live with the outcomes of those decisions," General Carl Gerald said quietly. "If you shoot an attacker and the round passes through and hits a patient in the room behind your target, you'll have to live with that.”“If you hesitate to shoot because you're worried about collateral damage and that hesitation allows an attacker to kill a nurse or doctor who was just trying to do their job, you'll have to live with that too. There are no clean choices in this operation.”“There are only varying degrees of terrible outcomes and the hope that we can minimize harm while accomplishing our mission."The room was absolutely silent now, every officer confronting the moral complexity of what they were being asked to do."I'm telling you this not to demoralize you or make you second-guess yourselves," General Carl Gerald continued. "I'm
Chapter 587: DefCon mode:
"Five officers will be positioned directly around Sara's room with the mission of keeping her alive regardless of what happens elsewhere in the building.”“This team will include myself, Lieutenant Chen, Sergeant Rivera, and two tactical officers with hostage rescue experience.” General Carl Gerald immediately continued.“We'll have prepared evacuation routes and secure fallback positions. If the attackers breach the fourth floor and threaten to overrun Sara's position, we extract her to a secure location and hold until reinforcements arrive from the mobile reserve force."Lieutenant Chen studied the schematic carefully. "Sir, the fourth floor has multiple stairwells and elevator access points. If the attackers coordinate their approach, they could hit us from several directions simultaneously. How do we prevent being surrounded?""We don't prevent it," General Carl Gerald said.“We accept that possibility and plan for it. The close protection team will have defensible positions estab
Chapter 586: Intelligence wasted:
"Limited intelligence on specific individuals," General Carl Gerald admitted. "But based on the professionalism demonstrated in other operations The Architect has coordinated…the funeral attack, the imposter infiltrations, the sophisticated tactical planning…we should assume we're facing operators with military-grade training and equipment.”“Think former special forces or private military contractors rather than street-level criminals. These will be people who know what they're doing and who won't hesitate to kill anyone who gets in their way."Sergeant Marcus Rivera spoke up, his voice carrying the gravelly tone of someone who'd spent years shouting orders on training ranges and in combat zones. "General Carl Gerald, with all respect, ten against fifteen seems like reasonable odds for us. We outnumber them and we'll have defensive advantage. What makes this operation particularly challenging beyond just the civilian environment?"It was a fair question from someone whose military
Chapter 585: The Midnight Dancer:
The two hours that followed the emergency briefing passed with the kind of controlled urgency that characterized high-stakes military operations in their preparation phases. The Elite Division headquarters building…normally a place of methodical routine and bureaucratic process…had transformed into something that more closely resembled a combat forward operating base. Every floor hummed with purposeful activity as officers gathered equipment, reviewed tactical plans, coordinated with their assigned teams, and mentally prepared themselves for the violence that would erupt when the sun rose in approximately thirteen hours.General Carl Gerald stood in one of the secure conference rooms on the seventh floor, surrounded by maps, facility schematics, equipment manifests, and the organized chaos of operational planning. The hospital defense team had assembled as requested…fifteen officers whose files and service records suggested they were the best possible choices for the unique challen
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