At Meta Doctors Hospital
The lights suddenly dimmed in the restricted wing where Carla Clayton was held under high security. Tonight was the night, Tim was finally going to get her out. He had mobilized his team, ready to carry out the plan they had been preparing for days. Security was tight, but that didn't mean it was unbreakable. There was an opening, and Tim wasn't about to let it slip away, no matter how risky it was.
He had heard that Carla had regained consciousness and was recovering well, so well that the court had already scheduled her trial. But Tim wouldn't let it come to that. He refused to watch Carla stand trial and be sentenced to rot in prison.
Not far from the hospital, his van was parked as he monitored the situation of their retrieval operation for his daughter.
Inside the hospital, in the control room two floors down in particular, a man in lab coat approached with a clipboard in hand. His badge said "Dr. Everett."
