I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

you.”

He spun on his heels and marched out, his white coat billowing behind him.

Rachel looked down at the unconscious man. His breathing was shallow, labored. She knew protocol. She understood the hierarchy. She also knew that moving him would kill him.

She glanced at the clock: 2:15 a.m. Alcott would retreat to his office for his usual nap and wouldn’t continue reading …