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After we do another check of the equipment, making sure all communication devices are working, we are ready to go.

As the boat moors into the port, Enzo releases Meester from his restraints, going to talk to the coast guard.

We all wait in the back until we get the signal to proceed.

As soon as we are on solid ground, a small fight ensues. There are maybe five coast guards in total, and it takes me and another man just as many minutes to dispatch them before they can ring the alarm.

Phase one done.

A few men take the clothes off the coast guards and resume their spots at the control station, ready to receive the other boats coming to the island.

Before we leave though, I make sure I give Meester his due. One cut across his stomach and I order everyone to let him bleed out before dumping him in the water. It's what traitors deserve after all. And I don't think Meester haseverbeen loyal to anyone in his life.

Live as a traitor, die as a traitor.

Besides, he's outlived his use. And while he does deserve a more drawn-out death for everything he's tried against me and Sisi, there's no time to dwell on particularities at the moment.

I have one purpose.

Get to Miles.

The way clear, Sisi and I head to the hospital, the others following quietly behind and waiting for further instructions.

"From afar this looks abandoned," Sisi mentions as we reach the service entrance. Avoiding any security camera, I take out some tools from my pocket, working on the lock.

"It's the smartest location to do this unbothered," I tell her, placing the tension wrench inside the lock. "No civilians would trespass, and no one would think anything amiss is taking place because it's federal ground."

The door gives way with a click, and Sisi gives me a dreamy smile, walking inside with me following after her.

We enter the laundry area, and turning to me, Sisi assures me she's got this. A smile playing on my lips, I nod to her, urging her to go on.

Although there isn't a moment that I don't worry about her safety, I also trust her skills and know she can take care of herself. And I know that by smothering her with my overprotectiveness, I would just be stifling her potential.

I'd meant what I told her before. I want her to be strong on her own and not depend on anyone. Because I fear there may come a time when she'll have to be strong for me too.

While I wait in one of the rooms, she goes out, catching the eye of one of the nurses.

"What are you doing here? You're not allowed to be here," the woman calls out to Sisi, her foreign accent unmistakable.

One loud noise and the door opens with Sisi dragging the woman inside.

"You're getting awfully good at knocking people out," I note, amused, while she's taking the nurse's clothes and putting them on.

"It's fun." She shrugs, winking at me.

Once her outfit is in place, she goes out again, this time luring one of the doctors to the laundry room.

In no time, I'm dressed as a doctor and we are both out in the hallways of the hospital.

There are multiple levels to the building, but as we pass by open rooms, all full of people, the picture starts to become grimmer.

"Dear Lord," Sisi whispers as she stops in the doorway of one room. Turning my head to see what she's looking at, I realize the room can't be more than a hundred square feet, but it has around six children, crowded in bunk beds, all hooked to IVs.

"How are we going to evacuate them?" she asks, pointing to their conditions, "I don't think they are fit to walk, let alone run if there's a fire alarm."

My lips stretch in a thin line as I consider the possibilities. Raising a finger to my comm, I contact Enzo, letting him know the plan might not go as smoothly.

"We'll send people in to get the ones who can't move freely," he replies, and we hash out a new plan.