Chapter 2 - The Tactical Escape
I relied on years of advanced military tactical driving training to save my life.
I ripped the emergency brake upward while aggressively turning the steering wheel to the right.
The sedan spun wildly across the wet asphalt.
The vehicle slammed into the concrete barrier instead of the massive truck.
The airbags deployed instantly and punched the air out of my lungs.
I sat in the ruined car and placed my hands over my stomach.
The baby kicked strongly to let me know she was still safe.
I kicked my jammed door open and stumbled out into the freezing rain.
I pulled out my secure military phone and dialed my most trusted aide.
Captain James Miller answered on the first ring.
I gave him my exact coordinates and told him my vehicle had been sabotaged.
Within ten minutes, a heavily armored black SUV pulled up beside me on the highway.
Captain Miller stepped out and helped me into the warm vehicle.
He informed me that he had already dispatched a team to recover my car and analyze the severed brake lines.
I leaned back against the leather seats as another brutal contraction hit me.
We bypassed the local civilian hospital entirely.
Captain Miller drove me directly to the secure military medical center at Fort Belvoir.
The armed guards at the gate saluted the vehicle and waved us through immediately.
A team of military trauma surgeons was waiting for me at the emergency entrance.
They rushed me onto a gurney and wheeled me into a private VIP suite.
A senior nurse drew my blood to run a complete toxicology panel.
I tried to focus on breathing through the intense pain of labor.
Ten minutes later, the lead doctor walked back into the room with a grim expression on his face.
He held a stack of medical printouts in his hands.
He told me that my brake lines were not the only things that had been tampered with tonight.
He revealed that my blood test showed dangerous levels of a slow acting synthetic poison.
He said the toxin was specifically designed to induce a fatal cardiac arrest during childbirth.
The doctor looked at me with deep concern and asked who had prepared my food today.
I remembered the cup of tea Grant had handed me right before the contractions started.
My husband had actively tried to murder me twice in a single evening.
I closed my eyes and swore that I would make him pay for his crimes.
The medical team quickly administered a powerful antidote through my intravenous line.
I felt the dangerous chemical slowly neutralizing in my bloodstream.
The doctor informed me that we still had a very long and difficult delivery ahead of us.
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I gripped the side of the hospital bed as the monitors began to beep rapidly.
The true battle for my life and my daughter's future was just beginning.
