"Go and verify exactly what he is buying!" Michael Thorn commanded. He stared down at the fresh, dripping blood on his cut fingers, finally forcing a desperate trace of cold reason back into his mind.
When the hidden operative heard the terrifying, low rumble vibrating through the mobile receiver, he could barely find his own voice from pure panic. "Yes! Absolutely, Boss Thorn!"
Hanging up the line, the bodyguard quickly watched from the shadows as exited the residential lobby and trotted urgently toward the brightly lit, twenty-four-hour pharmacy down the block.
The operative stepped out of the dark, pulled his collar up, and quickly followed him inside. Slipping up to the counter the moment the former president exited, the bodyguard gave the cashier a sharp look through his dark sunglasses. "Hello. The exact medication that the gentleman just purchased, please bring me another box of the same thing."
