Chapter 9 - The Final Standoff
Judge Harrington blocked the only exit with his wide shoulders and a truly psychotic smile.
He casually wiped the polished blade of the hunting knife on his expensive silk tie.
He bragged that the FBI agent I called was actually on his private payroll.
There was no rescue team coming to save us, and nobody knew we were in this building.
I gently laid Emma back onto the hospital bed, ensuring she was safely out of the immediate danger zone.
I raised my stolen tactical pistol and aimed it directly at the judge's chest.
I pulled the trigger with absolutely zero hesitation, determined to end the threat.
A loud, hollow click echoed through the room instead of a gunshot.
The river water had completely ruined the firing mechanism of the stolen weapon.
I threw the useless gun forcefully at his head, but he easily swatted it away with his free hand.
The judge lunged forward with surprising speed, thrusting the heavy knife toward my stomach.
I dodged narrowly to the right, feeling the cold steel slice through the fabric of my wet jacket.
I countered with a brutal punch to his throat, causing him to gag and stumble backward.
We engaged in a desperate, bloody hand-to-hand fight across the sterile medical room.
He slashed my left arm deeply, sending warm blood pouring down my sleeve.
I ignored the searing pain and tackled him violently into a massive glass medical cabinet.
Shattered glass and expensive medications rained down on us as we wrestled fiercely on the floor.
I managed to pin his knife hand to the ground with my heavy combat boot.
I delivered three devastating strikes to his face until he finally went completely limp.
I stood up, breathing heavily, and grabbed his dropped knife for my own protection.
I scooped Emma back into my arms, rushing out of the room and into the empty hallway.
I pushed through the emergency exit doors and carried her up the stairs to the building's roof.
I knew a medical transport helicopter was usually parked on the hospital's private helipad.
I burst onto the sunny rooftop, relieved to see the sleek white helicopter waiting on the concrete pad.
I ran toward the aircraft, ready to force the pilot to fly us to a secure military base.
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The side door of the helicopter slid open, revealing Diana Harrington sitting comfortably in the passenger seat.
She aimed a high-powered assault rifle directly at Emma's unconscious body, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
