DEADLY DEED 4
Noah stood at the entrance of the grand mansion, his presence as imposing as ever. He watched silently as the paramedics loaded General Gabriel onto a stretcher, their movements efficient and hurried.
When Fletcher, his doctor had met him, Gabriel was barely breathing. They had wasted so much time before calling an ambulance. The old man wasn't just bleeding out, he was bleeding internally too.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, the end glowing a fiery orange in the dim light. The smoke curled lazily around his face, blending with the cool evening air. His expression was unreadable, as calm as always.
The doctor approached Noah. Standing beside Noah, he glanced at the injured general being whisked away. "He has lost so much blood. Let's hope he makes it through the night," he began, his eyes following the paramedics who placed him in the ambulance.
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifted upward.