What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 5

Memories from the stadium ventured back into my conscious, and attacked it in waves.

The heart rate monitor escalated as I had a brief panic attack. The annoying beeping sound intensified in volume and speed, and caught the attention of a nurse. She hurriedly came in, grabbed a needle, and filled it with some sort of clear fluid. She called other people over, and before I knew it I was surrounded by doctors and other staff in white lab coats.

My breathing became faster as I struggled to calm down. The nurse knew that I couldn't calm down on my own, and injected the fluid into my IV.

I briefly felt a cool sensation pass through my veins that were attached to the device, before I steadily felt the effects of the drug.

My breathing slowed down, my heart rate went back to normal, and my thoughts were no longer swirling.

Exhausted, the back of my head hit the pillow with a loud thump, and I was out again.

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It must have been several hours later when I woke up again, if the setting sun was proof enough. That time, I focused on remaining at ease to prevent another situation like the morning to occur. It was not pleasant as the drug left me feeling woozy.

Carefully, I raised my upper body slightly so that I could adjust my posture to a sitting position. I couldn't believe how much effort was needed to do such a simple task.

Once comfortable, I gazed around the plain room, bored to death for having to just sit tightly. I contemplated getting out of my bed, but with the effects of the drug still in me, I wasn't prepared to take that risk. Someone would eventually come.

As if reading my thoughts, a different nurse from the morning came in. She seemed surprised to see me awake. "Oh, you're up already? Well then, I'll go get the Head Warrior. He's been wishing to speak with you."

With that, she went out the door, and I was left wondering what the Head Warrior would have wanted with me.

They only focused on the huge cases that involved Phantom Assassins, or other serious situations. Then again, there was the paranoia over the former Head Scout's assassination. There was also the fact that my location was practically blown up with the other Seeker agent still inside.

I winced as I hoped that Michaels somehow escaped, but I really knew that it was unlikely he survived the blast.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the arrival of the Seeker Head Warrior. He was a tall man with dark features, and had a lot of scars covering his worn face. He must have been in his thirties, but the scars only made him look older.

He nodded at me in acknowledgment. "Good to see that you're awake, Agent Moore." He started. "You're lucky that one of my teams was there to rescue you."

Casually, he pulled up a chair and sat down beside my bed. "How are you feeling?" He finally asked after staring at me for a moment.

"I'm good I guess, considering that the building I was in blew up and killed my partner." I replied bluntly.

"Yes, I'm sorry about the death of Agent Michaels. He was an invaluable member of our organization." The Head Warrior replied, hardly passionate.

A small frown appeared on my face as I took in the tone of his rough voice. There seemed to have been some concern hidden in it.

"I take it that there's more to your visit than patting me on the back, and kissing my wounds." I commented.

The Head Warrior raised his thick eyebrows slightly at my weird remark. "You're right; I did come here for a reason." He then leaned towards me, and slipped a small piece of paper into my bandaged hand.

Curious, I unraveled it and discovered a short, but direct message. Can't talk here. When you're released, come by the Frog's Leg pub.

I looked up at the Head Warrior, and nodded my understanding.

He got up, and pushed the chair away from my bed, before he walked out of the room.

The nurse from before came in again, and checked the status of the machinery.

I slid back into my bed as I pondered upon various explanations as to why the Head Warrior needed me to see him.

Chapter 4: A Head's Warning

After many physical exams and simple questionings, I was finally released from the hospital three days later. I was relieved as I was sure I would have gone insane if I stayed any longer.

As I was walking down the crowded street, my hand felt for the small note in my pocket. Can't talk here. When you're released, come by the Frog's Leg pub.

I had made arrangements with the Head Warrior to meet with him immediately after my release.

Since I was able to walk on my own, my curiosity was getting the best of me. What was so important that the Head Warrior couldn't tell me back at the hospital?

I quickened my pace. There was only way one to find out.

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Not long afterwards, I arrived at the infamous Frog's Leg pub. It was mostly occupied by civilians, although some Seeker agents did come on occasion due to its proximity to Seeker HQ. I personally had never been to the pub before, therefore I didn't have a valid opinion of it.

As I stepped inside, I started to get a picture as to why the Head Warrior had chosen to meet here. Despite it being packed, there were a line of separate booths along the wall which offered some privacy from the public. Whatever the Head Warrior wanted to tell me, it must have been extremely sensitive. It only deepened my curiously of his refusal to meet at HQ.

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