The hospital reception was busy with patients as a man with dark skin came in through the double doors. His presence went unnoticed amongst the bustle of patients, enabling him to enter a corridor and disappear as quickly as he arrived.

Soon he hurried past doors and an open staff room, where male nurses stood talking, oblivious. Then he turned down the next corridor, pausing before a supply room door. He tried the handle, and it clicked open.

In Malcolm's room a nervous looking Nina was helping him on with his clothes, but had to tear the leg on his trousers to get them on over his plaster cast. They still bore the bullet holes where an AK47 had nearly taken his life. He fastened the belt, wearing a shirt unbuttoned, his bare chest muscular with a tattoo of an Angel, and bandaging covered his stomach. Nina looked up at him as she finished fastening the laces on the single shoe he was able to wear.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You think badly of me, don't you?"

"Of course I don't. This wasn't a good time. Let's just get out of here, and then we'll talk."

Nina got up, hurrying over to one corner, and brought a wheel chair over.

The door to the supply room opened, and the dark skinned man re-appeared wearing a white coat. He then stopped a nurse as she left one room carrying a clip board, and he glanced to it as he spoke.

"Sorry, Nurse...which room would I find Malcolm Willis? They sent me over from across town. Dr Rollins asked me to assist."

"I see. Follow me." the Nurse replied.

"That's alright. I'll find my own way - just point me in the general direction."

The nurse eyed him up and down, "What did you say your name was again?"

The man looked down the corridor. It was temporarily lifeless.

"Oh fuck this." he said quietly, and then suddenly grabbed the nurse, twisting her arm up behind her back and clamping a hand over her mouth. The clip board made an inappropriate clatter on contact with the floor.


Two minutes later, the man came walking into another corridor, and saw a male nurse pass by. He didn't bother to exchange eye contact and proceeded on his way as the nurse returned a lingering stare. The man reached a door that was a little way open, and held up a clip board that detailed the morning's medication. Malcolm's name was written in biro, and the room number was 16. The man recognised the number on the door, and slowly pushed it open, at the same time discarding the clip board and pulling out a silenced 9mm from his jacket.

Two shots pierced the bed outlining a bulge under the covers. A third hit the pillow and feathers were sent floating into the air. The man stared at the bed in silence for a few seconds, and then approached; pulling the covers away to reveal two further pillows forming the shape of what he had thought was a body underneath. He had been tricked - and it was the oldest trick in the book - therefore buying Malcolm enough time to make good his escape.