On the way to the hospital
Calvin tried calling another group of his guys, but nobody was picking up.
His face set in a grim line, he mulled over, "The fellas I sent to surround the estate— not a single one's answering. Odds are, Bard's got them all cooped up there."
"Calvin, look at it this way, it might actually be a good thing," he reasoned. "I sent at least a couple of hundred guys. Bard's gotta spare a fair number of his own to keep an eye on them. This means he's short on manpower.
Tonight's our best shot!"
A flash of hatred crossed Calvin's eyes. "No matter what, we can't afford to screw this up!"
Inside the hospital
Eunice sat on a bench in the corridor, her expression heavy with worry.
The elevator dinged open, and out stepped Calvin with Arlen in tow.
"Eunice, why are you all by your lonesome? Where's Bard?" Arlen asked with feigned concern.
Eunice lifted her sorrowful eyes. "Arlen, what brings you here? Calvin, did you know Arlen's come too?"
