“This is your captain speaking. We’ll be delayed landing due to congestion”.
Just what I need when every minute is vital. Thirty minutes later I grabbed my bag and dived into a cab. I glanced at my watch. It’ll be tight but I could still make it – just!
“Zircon Laboratories please. And step on it!” I commanded. The driver sped towards the freeway.
The offending broken lorry is removed and I’m finally on my way again. Just minutes remain as I reach the gatehouse.
“Where’s the frickin guard?”
There he is, ambling over from the coffee shop.
“I’m here to see Dr Boon”
The guard looked worried. “You’re the second Dr Weissman I’ve seen in an hour”.
Shit, they got to him first.
Precious seconds wasted while they validate me.
Finally cleared, I sprint to the lab. Dr Boon is prone, an empty syringe stuck in his neck.