Page 27 of Rogue Mission
“He’s on a leash,” Beast assures, taking up a stance with folded arms next to me.
She looks between us, concern tightening her mouth. After scooting further away on her rolling chair, she nods stiffly. “I’ll let the nurses know you’re here.”
Right. She’s calling security.
I pivot on my heel and stride to the metal door adjacent to her desk. Beyond the door, through the glass window, the emergency room stretches far into the distance.
For a beat, I consider the keypad. A well-placed boot strike would take care of that.
It would be messy and noisy as fuck.
“Don’t,” Beast says one word, and I catch sight of Truck hovering close enough to block me.
They’re here to keep me from self-destruction. Both of them know what this kind of thing does to a man. I’ve watched them from the other side of the fence.
I’m grateful for them. That they’ve survived the fire, but I want them out of thedamnedway.
“Do this the right way,” Beast grumbles.
Right is relative.
As luck would have it, the door happens to open when I get close.
Amen. I slide in behind the person exiting and feel Beast fast on my heels. “Fucker,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re going to get us all locked up.”
Schooling my face into the most pleasant state I can conjure given that I’m not human right now, I stride to the nurses’ station.
There’s a flurry of activity all around, but no one greets us.
Machines beep. Phones ring. People cluster in small groups talking, not noticing us.
More good luck.
It’s like there’s an angel sitting on my shoulder, smoothing the way. Has been since we pulled out of Westerly’s complex.
Traffic was nonexistent.
When we got close to the hospital,everylight turned green as we approached.
So much alignment that even Truck commented on it.
Now, here behind the desk, is a whiteboard with patient’s last names and ages written in blue ink. There are also some initials and numbers, but the only intel I need is, Room 14.
No one even looks at us as we round the corner, laser-focused on the door keeping me from Rosalie.
My hand is on the metal door plate when a guard intercepts us. “You got a visitor’s badge?”
Fuck off is on my lips along with a snarl when Beast starts patting his pockets.
“Man, I did. I was supposed to hold onto them, but I must have dropped them when I was taking a leak.”
Damn.
Dude is lying like a pro for me.
Tipping his chin up, the older man eyes both of us. “What branch of service, gentlemen?”
Beast lifts a brow as he looks at me. He can probably see electrical current arcing from my skin. I’m vibrating, ready to knock the wall down to get to Rosalie.
