Chapter 17: Escape and New base

' Ah, so she's throwing up.'

' Clever but nauseating way to attract a doctors attention.'

A doctor and two nurses tagging along came to check up both of them since they just woke up.

" Hmm, it may be vertigo from being shaken up by the explosions shockwave. We'll have to do a ct-scan later to make sure your head it alright. For now we'll give you medication." The doctor beckons a nurse over and gives out orders.

Once the doctor and nurses walk out, Riley and Alexander each flash a phone.

Riley had a touch screen iPhone while Alexander had a flip phone. Alexander frowns when he saw the advanced tech phone in her hand, while he held an old phone.

' When did you learn slight of hand?' I mentally ask as I'm spying on them with an invisible camera I threw through the vent.

' It's a skill I picked up from my home world.'

" Switch." Alexander throws the white flip phone to Riley, as she chugs the iPhone at Alexander.

She than reaches out and pushes the flip phone through the vent. " Boss man."

" Thanks." He dials the hospital's number before tossing it to me. " Your turn, Oliver."

I nod picking up the phone. The nurse picks up the phone. I ask her to hand the phone to one of the local officers loitering around on the second floor.

" This is Officer Mike. Who's calling?" The young officer who was guarding the hallway picks up.

" Afternoon, son. This is Chief of police Muckcumbrey of the Beckman county." I deepened my voice to sound older, and added a southern accent like the actual chief of police.

" Sir! How can I help you, chief?" Flustered, he responds respectfully.

" Well, you see son, the prints you sent in are bringing up all sorts of red flags. Someone from the FBI contacted us, they want to speak to you. Could you hold, son?"

" Y-yes, sir." He stutters, nervous as to why the Federal Bureau of Investigation would want to talk to a newbie officer.

How I know he's a newbie? I'm an almighty system.

Nah I'm too lazy to look up a mob character. I'm guessing based on his clumsy behavior when he was trying to take my finger prints.

I mute the phone. " Your turn." I toss the phone to Nick.

" This is John Smith, Federal Bureau of Investigation. Who am I speaking to?" Nick sounded dignified and stern.

" Mike Williams."

" Officer Mike. Henceforth, everything I tell you is confidential. Can I trust you?"

" Yes, sir!"

" Good. One my agents has been deep undercover for three years now. I'll be sending in his identification to your location, for you to double check. Just yesterday we lost contact with him after he found crucial evidence. Luckily, we received a notice of you finding him. Thank you for that."

" Of course, sir. Just did what I should. And what should I do with the other three?"

" My agent will bring them in for interrogation. If you can, lend a car to agent Brown."

" Will do."

" That's all. Thank you Officer." He ends the call and sighs. " Alexander, send your FBI ID."

" We're good to go." Hosts voice echos through the vent.

A minute later that cop enters the hospital room of host and the crazy blonde chick. He uncuffs host and shakes his hand as if meeting a celebrity.

" I'm so sorry for the inconvenience agent."

" Not at all, Officer. I was quite in a predicament, thank you for rescuing me." Host pats the officers hand.

' Hurry before the county police actually call.' How long do they plan on holding hands? It's been more than a minute already.

" I should get going now. My boss will be expecting me to report in shortly." Host finally gets rid of that touchy cop.

The Officer takes Riley to the police car we're taking. Host comes over to pick me up.

" Hey." He breaths out looking at me. I smile at him.

" Keys?" Nick asks.

" Here." He tosses a set to him and comes up to personally unlock mine from the bed rail.

I swing my feet off the bed. Still sitting, I pull host towards me. I lean my head on his shoulder.

" Ah- hey!" He shout whispers.

Before he tries to push me away, I lean to his ear and mutter weakly. " It hurts." From his angle, he could see the bandage on my shoulder, with some blood seeping through it.

" ... We don't have time for this. Come on." He puts his hands on my waist to pull me to stand up. He was especially careful around my injured shoulder as he helped me put on my jacket. He then steps away from me, and glances at Nick behind us.

Hm, forgot he was here.

Nick raised an eyebrow at how close we were.

Host clears his throat. " Come on."

Nick and I place both of our hands in cuffs as host stands behind us as we head out to continue our act.

After we get stuffed into the car, host salutes to the officers seeing us off.

As the officers salute back, a nurse holding a phone comes up to them. " Chief Muckcumbrey of the Beckman county is asking for officer Mike."

At that moment host stomps on the gas pedal to get us out of there.

" Pft, that was close." Riley chuckles.

" Sigh, where's the keys?" Host hands Nick the keys for the handcuffs. Nick turns to give it to Riley.

" Hm? You still had those on?" She tilts her head as she swung the cuffs on her index finger.

" Right, thief. Oliver, you need-"

" Nah, I'm good." I bring up my twisted cuffs to show him I took them off earlier.

" Wow, with brute strength?" Riley claps in admiration.

" Sigh, why did I even ask?" Nick grumbles.

Host chuckles at us before turning towards Nick. " Where to now, boss? Pretty soon we'll have cops chasing us again."

" My apartment is about 45 minutes from here. Lets head there."

' Is he serious? They just took our prints. I'm pretty sure they know who we are and where Nick lives by now.' I complain to host.

' Yeah, how do I tell him that without hurting the protagonists ego?...'

" Pass. I'm not going there bossman. They have our info by now, including where you live."

' Riley beat us to the punch.' Host sighs in relief.

' At least she said it nicer than I would.' Host cracked a smile at me through the rear view mirror.

" Alexander." I say out loud.

" Hm?"

" Hand me the phone."

Host pats around his pockets. " I'm sure I had it on me..."

I reach forward to his back pants pocket. My hand, hidden from the other twos view, couldn't resist groping a bit.

Host gasps through his nose as he turns to glare at me.

" Found it." I innocently wave the phone.

' What was that?!'

' Nothing, I was searching for the phone that you couldn't find.' I smirk as I dial a phone number.

The others could only hear my voice, not the other side of the call.

" Hey, man. It's me, Oliver... yeah... Remember that favor you owed me, I'm gonna cash that in today." I lean back and cross my legs to get comfortable. "Lend me the base you have near Chicago for a week. Hmm, oh really? Then I guess the next time we meet in Iraq and you're about to die again, I'll kick you into a shit filled ditch so you can die out of my sight."