unconscious.
Brian ran over to his friend and got down on his hands and knees. “You OK, buddy? You OK?” Sean did not respond. Brian put his hand on Sean’s shoulder.
“DON’T MOVE HIM! DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Michelle yelled, as she bounded down the bleachers. She vaulted the fence and sprinted across the field. The players from both teams surrounded Sean. Brian ran back to his duffel and pulled out his radio.
“This is Officer Brian Ippolito! I need an ambulance and a patrol car at Shadyside Prep!” The dispatcher acknowledged the request. Both were on the way. Brian ran back to Sean. Michelle was on her knees trying to bring Sean around.
“She put her ear to his facemask. Remarkably, his helmet was still on. “Thank god! He’s breathing!” she shouted back to Brain.
“Sean! Sean! Wake up! Wake up!” she got no response. Brian kneeled down next to him. Tom Ryan was rubbing his knuckles, still staring at Steve.
The ambulance and the Pittsburgh Police arrived simultaneously. The grounds keeper, Tony, opened the fence and let the ambulance onto the field. Two large cops headed straight to Brian. The EMTs jumped out of the ambulance and jogged over to Michelle. They both knew her.
“What happened?” the first EMT asked, bending down, looking at Sean.
“He was blindsided, hit in the head,” Brian answered. The two Pittsburgh cops stood behind him.
“We need a board.” Both EMTs ran back to ambulance and came back with a backboard.
“Careful. Careful.” Michelle cautioned the EMTs.
Sandy was still standing. She was dialing her phone and calling a number she dreaded. Robert Waters picked up on the first ring.
“What is it?”
“Number two is down,” she said.
“What do you mean down?” he asked with impatience.
“He is being placed on a backboard. He’s unconscious.”
Waters sighed. “This program is shut down. You are to leave Pittsburgh immediately and be in Boston by Monday.” He hung up.
Sandy looked towards Bill and Bob. They were looking at Bob’s phone. Bob put it to his ear and motioned for Bill to get in the truck.
It was Waters. Bob and Bill closed the door to the truck. “This project has ended. You both are tasked with taking care of loose ends. Make sure number two never wakes up. I am sending you help. You need to eliminate Sandy as well. She cannot leave Pittsburgh.”
“I understand, but we don’t need help.” Bob said.
“You do. She is more dangerous than you know. I am cleaning up this mess before it explodes in my face.” He hung up.
Sandy looked at her iPhone. She tried to call Bill and Bob. Her phone was now out of service. “Shit,” she said to herself. She took one more look at Sean being placed on the board and watched Bill and Bob roaring way in the truck.
She bounded down the bleachers to her bike. She knew this could have happened at anytime. It was one of the reasons she had to watch him so closely. Three things could happen. One, Sean would never wake up. He would die. Two, Sean would wake up a vegetable.
Three is what they all feared. Total recall. Sean would wake up. He would remember everything. He would know it all. Instantly, he would become a threat. A threat they would have to neutralize. Or try to neutralize.
The EMTs were rolling Sean onto the board very slowly. The group held their collective breaths. Sean was now on his back. He had not regained consciousness. The EMTs did not want to risk removing his helmet. They pulled out small electric drills and began removing his facemask. They got it off and threw it to the side. Tom picked it up and held it, staring at his friend. They lifted Sean and started moving to the ambulance. Michelle followed them and got into the ambulance.
Brian ran over to his friend and got down on his hands and knees. “You OK, buddy? You OK?” Sean did not respond. Brian put his hand on Sean’s shoulder.
“DON’T MOVE HIM! DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Michelle yelled, as she bounded down the bleachers. She vaulted the fence and sprinted across the field. The players from both teams surrounded Sean. Brian ran back to his duffel and pulled out his radio.
“This is Officer Brian Ippolito! I need an ambulance and a patrol car at Shadyside Prep!” The dispatcher acknowledged the request. Both were on the way. Brian ran back to Sean. Michelle was on her knees trying to bring Sean around.
“She put her ear to his facemask. Remarkably, his helmet was still on. “Thank god! He’s breathing!” she shouted back to Brain.
“Sean! Sean! Wake up! Wake up!” she got no response. Brian kneeled down next to him. Tom Ryan was rubbing his knuckles, still staring at Steve.
The ambulance and the Pittsburgh Police arrived simultaneously. The grounds keeper, Tony, opened the fence and let the ambulance onto the field. Two large cops headed straight to Brian. The EMTs jumped out of the ambulance and jogged over to Michelle. They both knew her.
“What happened?” the first EMT asked, bending down, looking at Sean.
“He was blindsided, hit in the head,” Brian answered. The two Pittsburgh cops stood behind him.
“We need a board.” Both EMTs ran back to ambulance and came back with a backboard.
“Careful. Careful.” Michelle cautioned the EMTs.
Sandy was still standing. She was dialing her phone and calling a number she dreaded. Robert Waters picked up on the first ring.
“What is it?”
“Number two is down,” she said.
“What do you mean down?” he asked with impatience.
“He is being placed on a backboard. He’s unconscious.”
Waters sighed. “This program is shut down. You are to leave Pittsburgh immediately and be in Boston by Monday.” He hung up.
Sandy looked towards Bill and Bob. They were looking at Bob’s phone. Bob put it to his ear and motioned for Bill to get in the truck.
It was Waters. Bob and Bill closed the door to the truck. “This project has ended. You both are tasked with taking care of loose ends. Make sure number two never wakes up. I am sending you help. You need to eliminate Sandy as well. She cannot leave Pittsburgh.”
“I understand, but we don’t need help.” Bob said.
“You do. She is more dangerous than you know. I am cleaning up this mess before it explodes in my face.” He hung up.
Sandy looked at her iPhone. She tried to call Bill and Bob. Her phone was now out of service. “Shit,” she said to herself. She took one more look at Sean being placed on the board and watched Bill and Bob roaring way in the truck.
She bounded down the bleachers to her bike. She knew this could have happened at anytime. It was one of the reasons she had to watch him so closely. Three things could happen. One, Sean would never wake up. He would die. Two, Sean would wake up a vegetable.
Three is what they all feared. Total recall. Sean would wake up. He would remember everything. He would know it all. Instantly, he would become a threat. A threat they would have to neutralize. Or try to neutralize.
The EMTs were rolling Sean onto the board very slowly. The group held their collective breaths. Sean was now on his back. He had not regained consciousness. The EMTs did not want to risk removing his helmet. They pulled out small electric drills and began removing his facemask. They got it off and threw it to the side. Tom picked it up and held it, staring at his friend. They lifted Sean and started moving to the ambulance. Michelle followed them and got into the ambulance.
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