What's he got?
Dangit. Ol’ Janet Lovoski, my old dearest friend, is now calling hospital security on me.
I grab Shade’s pale hand and leap out the window, which is luckily on the first floor. I scoop him up and carry him, running fast as he probably could have. Some way to treat the second highest authority figure in the universe. I step on a certain concrete block and watch as they run past me, and I thank God for the perception filter. I say something and the block begins to sink. I smile and look at a friend of mine, although that’s all he was and ever would be, despite Shade’s suspicions.
“What’s he got?” Jack asked.
“Now, why ask me? I know you’ve got my father somewhere in here.” I knew he worked for the orginization, I could feel his presence. He was there.