Her head dropped and she glared at Praza then demanded, “what’s so funny?”
“You. You’re like petulant child,” he chuckled.
She bit her lip, closed her eyes and again took deep breaths. After a few she opened her eyes and in a forced calm replied, “just tell me who has Ivan.”
Tesar turned back to the bar and his half finished beer with a loud snort while Praza looked at Emma’s face. The tingles of desire coursed through him but he resisted and made himself speak, “fine. We heard it was the FBI.”
Emma’s eyes softened slightly and her fists stopped clenching and unclenching. “Is that all?” she asked with a less intense voice.
“That’s all we heard,” he shrugged.
She looked between Praza and Tesar’s back then quickly around the rest of the bar then down at her watch, “I have to go,” she said as she looked back at Praza.
“Okay. Since you’re around you wanna stop by and pick up the rest of your stuff?” his eyebrow raised.
She shook her head and said, “whatever. If it finally cuts the strings with you then fine.”
Praza’s eyebrows went from raised to scrunched as she spoke, “it is your shit,” he pushed.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll get it. Later,” she said as she turned and walked for the bar entrance.
Praza watched her go as he shook his head then turned back to the bar and his barely touched beer. He took a long drink from it and set it on the bar, rotating the glass bottom around on its edge.
“You know your a bitch right?” Tesar said without turning.
“Stuff it asshole,” Praza mumbled then nearly finished his beer in another long drink. He looked down the bar and saw the empty whiskey glass and shook his head again, “bitch.”
They sat in silence at the bar and finished their beers. Praza pulled a fold of cash from his pocket and flipped through it until he found a fifty dollar bill and slid it from the stack and dropped it on the bar. He slid off the bar chair, stood and stretched.
“You ready?”
Tesar spun his seat around and slid off and they walked out the bar entrance. Praza opened the big oak door and the light blasted him in the face. They climbed up the stairs to the sidewalk and stood looking around at the city. A cantilever bus pulled to a stop at the curb and people streamed out the back door as others entered the front.
“Who is she working for this time?” Tesar said as he glanced at Praza.
“I don’t know but it’s most likely the Feds,” Praza replied then added, “come on, let’s head back over.”
They took their time walking back to the Donovan building and slowed while in the entrance atrium. The elevators opened on the sixteenth floor and they walked back to the ward entrance. Chairs lined the walls and they each plopped down in one to wait. They sat in silence for nearly twenty minutes before Tesar stood up and walked to the doors.
“What are you doing,” Praza asked.
“I’m tired of waiting, I’m going to find the operating room and see how much linger it’s going to be,” he said then pushed through the doors.
Praza watched the doors shut then sat alone in silence and waited.
Tesar walked down the corridor and looked in each door window until he saw Zeleny. He stood at the door and watched until Zeleny was turning his head and he waved quickly in front of the window with his hand. Zeleny nodded in acknowledgment and held up a finger.
Tesar backed away from the door and leaned against the wall nearby. He waited until the door opened and the doctors walked out and down the hall away from him. He watched them walk away and quickly walked through the closing door.
Zeleny walked up to him as he entered, “let’s get her out of here. She’s still under but is coming out of it.”
Tesar nodded as he looked over Anika laying on the operating table, the monitor wires ran to machines, the iv to a hanging bag. He looked back to Zeleny and raised his eyebrows as he nodded towards Anika.
“Go find a wheelchair and tell Praza to bring the car to the front,” Zeleny replied as he moved to turn the monitors off.
“Okay,” Tesar replied as he turned.
He pushed the ward doors open and Praza looked up at him and asked, “well?”
“Go bring the car to the front, we’re going to bring her down soon,” he said then walked back into the ward. A room near the entrance held a line of folded wheelchairs and he grabbed one, flopped it out to open and wheeled it down the hall.
“Got it,” he said as he pushed the chair through the door.
Zeleny pulled monitor pads from Anika’s skin then slowly pulled the iv from her arm. He wrapped a blanket over her then motioned Tesar to bring the chair over. He picked her limp body up and set her in the chair then propped her up to stay sitting straight.
“Take her, I have to get her clothes,” Zeleny said as he pushed the chair towards the door.
Tesar took the chair handles and followed Zeleny from the room. He pushed her down the hall, out the ward doors, then waited by the elevators. The doors to the ward pushed open and Zeleny walked quickly down the hall with an arm of clothes. He set them in Anika’s lap as the doors opened. Tesar pushed the chair in as a pair of people moved to the sides to make room. Zeleny stepped in and they rode to the bottom floor, pushing the chair out into the atrium.
“Go make sure he’s got the car out there,” Zeleny said.
Tesar walked to the entrance and looked out to see the car and motioned at Zeleny. They wheeled the chair down the ramp to the sidewalk then to the car. Praza was out standing by the rear passenger door and opened it as they neared. Zeleny threw the clothes on the seat then picked Anika up and set in on the seat.
“Everything okay?” Praza asked in concern.
“She’ll be fine, she’s just coming out of anesthesia,” Zeleny said then added, “take the chair, put it in the trunk.”
Tesar nodded to Praza who walked around and pulled the trunk lever by the driver seat. Tesar folded the wheelchair and tossed it in then slammed the trunk. He got in the passenger seat and the four of them drove away.
“Going to your place,” Praza asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s best for now,” Zeleny said as he leaned forward.
“You sure that’s safest?” Tesar asked. “I’d think that anyone would look for her there.”
“It’s just till she is ready to travel. We’re going to Mishenka’s later so I can get the tickets, he said he would have them later when you picked me up earlier.”
“Whatever, I still don’t think it’s the best idea but it’s your choice,” Praza shrugged.
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