Chapter 23: Ambushing the Prison Bus
Soon enough, the nurse pushed the wheelchair across a passageway. And when they reached the front of ward 134, the old woman held a heavy expression while staring at the door. And as though they told each other anything, they smirked at the same time. Then the wheelchair moved on.
"Silent, eh..." the woman mumbled. "Guess he has finally found a reason to lay low like that. What do you think he would turn into when he faces the real thing? Tch... a crybaby then."
The nurse chuckled.
As the chair's wheel turned into a lone corner, a phone chimed. It was the nurse's... she brought it out, checked the screen before answering the call.
The old woman glanced over her shoulder as the nurse said, "The guys have called," and handed the phone over. She cleared her throat, bringing it slowly to her ears without rushing, because she didn't have to. She was the boss here, the supreme one who gives the orders.
"Good afternoon, madam!" a deep, masculine voice greeted in a high pitch that showed just how much respect he had for this person.
The old woman rested her shoulders at the same time the nurse pushed the chair into an elevator.
The man continued, actually not expecting a response either, "The prison bus will soon reach the Northampton District, so our men have laid in ambush..."
"I already know all that," she cut in, her tone authoritative and unforgiving. "Why did you call then? To just let me know you're on set... or flaunt that you're underground criminals who are going to kill another one today?"
The man didn't reply, clearly shaken by that remark. And in an apologetic, low, and shaky tone, he replied, "Forgive me, ma'am..."
The old woman cut in nonetheless, as the nurse pushed her out of the elevator, then down another pathway... where at the end of which were two tall-suited men who bowed immediately,