had a bit of an advantage. Before the memory analysis teams were implemented by the FBI, and before memory assassination even became a thing, PRoGRaM’s simulation techniques were top of the agenda. In fact, PRoGRaM’s original purpose was to communicate with people who were in a comatose state. Even though it hadn’t exactly been used for this in recent days, Owen was about to take PRoGRaM back to its roots.
But then that left the problem of Marcus being trapped in a fixed location. Not even the FBI had the pull that they were going to need to get Marcus moved out of the hospital this shortly after his admittance. But there were ways around that. Nick had developed something a long time ago that was going to help them right now. It was the main reason that got him onto the team in the first place. The only downside was that they needed space and privacy in order to operate it. It was impractical in most situations, but right here, right now, it was perfect.
A portable PRoGRaM device.
They couldn’t bring Marcus to PRoGRaM, so instead Owen was going to bring PRoGRaM to him.
Chapter Twenty One
Date: December 9th 2035
Location: Wilson Place Hospital, New York
As Owen, Kate and Nick walked into the hospital, Owen took charge and walked up to the reception where a young woman was sat typing tentatively away into her computer. She glanced up and saw him coming. A genuine smile worked its way onto her lips as he approached the desk, but Owen kept his face completely devoid of emotion as he flashed his FBI badge to her.
“I’m Agent Archer. We’re here to see Marcus Ortega, admitted this morning,” Owen said, wasting no time in getting to the heart of the matter.
“Okay. Give me just a moment,” the receptionist responded, the smile slowly fading from her face. She glanced around Owen, looking at Kate and Nick who were standing just behind him.
“They’re with me,” Owen clarified as both Kate and Nick pulled out their FBI badges and flashed them to her. Satisfied that all three of them were who they said they were, the receptionist turned her attention back to the computer, tapping quickly away at the keyboard sat on top of the desk.
“He’s on the fourth floor,” she said to Owen, taking another breath in as if she was going to give him more information, but Owen had heard all that he had needed to hear.
“Thanks,” he said to her with a curt smile and a nod. He speedily turned from the reception, trying to get his bearings and to find a way up to the higher levels of the hospital.
“Wait!” the receptionist shouted to them. Owen stopped walking away, and turned his head around to see what was wrong. “You can’t see him! He’s in surgery!”
Owen gave a single nod, keeping his face emotionless as he did so. “I know,” he replied loudly back to her, cutting the conversation dead in its tracks. He continued his walk towards the elevators at the opposite end of the reception area. Nick and Kate followed his lead. Together, the three of them luckily managed to bag an empty one. Owen punched in the button for the fourth floor.
The three of them rode the elevator up in silence.
Ping!
The doors opened, and Owen moved forward, stepping out into the central waiting area, eyes sharp, looking for somebody who could point them in the right direction. He spotted a man nearby in a white lab coat sitting behind a desk. Owen couldn’t work out if he was a doctor, or just one of the hospital's lab technicians. Regardless of this, Archer walked up to him, flashed his badge and asked the man where he could find Marcus Ortega.
Nobody argued with the badge.
“Room twelve,” the young man said after checking the information out on the computer in front of him. Standing up, he proceed to point in the direction of a corridor nearby. “Fifth door on the left,” he clarified. “Marcus is due to be moved out of surgery and into that room anytime now. You can all wait inside.”
“Thank you,”
But then that left the problem of Marcus being trapped in a fixed location. Not even the FBI had the pull that they were going to need to get Marcus moved out of the hospital this shortly after his admittance. But there were ways around that. Nick had developed something a long time ago that was going to help them right now. It was the main reason that got him onto the team in the first place. The only downside was that they needed space and privacy in order to operate it. It was impractical in most situations, but right here, right now, it was perfect.
A portable PRoGRaM device.
They couldn’t bring Marcus to PRoGRaM, so instead Owen was going to bring PRoGRaM to him.
Chapter Twenty One
Date: December 9th 2035
Location: Wilson Place Hospital, New York
As Owen, Kate and Nick walked into the hospital, Owen took charge and walked up to the reception where a young woman was sat typing tentatively away into her computer. She glanced up and saw him coming. A genuine smile worked its way onto her lips as he approached the desk, but Owen kept his face completely devoid of emotion as he flashed his FBI badge to her.
“I’m Agent Archer. We’re here to see Marcus Ortega, admitted this morning,” Owen said, wasting no time in getting to the heart of the matter.
“Okay. Give me just a moment,” the receptionist responded, the smile slowly fading from her face. She glanced around Owen, looking at Kate and Nick who were standing just behind him.
“They’re with me,” Owen clarified as both Kate and Nick pulled out their FBI badges and flashed them to her. Satisfied that all three of them were who they said they were, the receptionist turned her attention back to the computer, tapping quickly away at the keyboard sat on top of the desk.
“He’s on the fourth floor,” she said to Owen, taking another breath in as if she was going to give him more information, but Owen had heard all that he had needed to hear.
“Thanks,” he said to her with a curt smile and a nod. He speedily turned from the reception, trying to get his bearings and to find a way up to the higher levels of the hospital.
“Wait!” the receptionist shouted to them. Owen stopped walking away, and turned his head around to see what was wrong. “You can’t see him! He’s in surgery!”
Owen gave a single nod, keeping his face emotionless as he did so. “I know,” he replied loudly back to her, cutting the conversation dead in its tracks. He continued his walk towards the elevators at the opposite end of the reception area. Nick and Kate followed his lead. Together, the three of them luckily managed to bag an empty one. Owen punched in the button for the fourth floor.
The three of them rode the elevator up in silence.
Ping!
The doors opened, and Owen moved forward, stepping out into the central waiting area, eyes sharp, looking for somebody who could point them in the right direction. He spotted a man nearby in a white lab coat sitting behind a desk. Owen couldn’t work out if he was a doctor, or just one of the hospital's lab technicians. Regardless of this, Archer walked up to him, flashed his badge and asked the man where he could find Marcus Ortega.
Nobody argued with the badge.
“Room twelve,” the young man said after checking the information out on the computer in front of him. Standing up, he proceed to point in the direction of a corridor nearby. “Fifth door on the left,” he clarified. “Marcus is due to be moved out of surgery and into that room anytime now. You can all wait inside.”
“Thank you,”
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