Twin Terror Luke Ryo written by Geia Akyama
Chapter 12-The Great Escape part 2

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Leyane waddled out the apartment door on swollen feet. Eight months carrying these two precious lives and now she was more than ready to get them out. Of course she could have set an appointment and gotten her boys birthed through surgery but as a new mother she wanted to do everything the natural way.

It was six in the morning and even the smallest of things like brushing her teeth to be rid of morning breath seemed to make her weary. She sucked a breath in and grimaced as a massive cramp, or maybe a small contraction, rippled across her heavily swollen abdomen.

The red head dropped her purple tooth brush in the sink and grabbed the porcelain sink in both hands. Surprise and dim discomfort took her breath away as her body seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Oh... It’s. It’s happening! SARAH IT'S GONNA BE TODAY!"

“What? Today??"

A strangely satisfying crash foretold Sarah's frenzied race to her dear friends’ side and the tinkle of broken glass served as a messenger of the reckless dash through the living room. Heavy footsteps pounded the thin carpeting in the hallway as the barefoot doctor slid to s stop and bounced off the bathroom door frame with a resounding whack.

"What you had a contraction? How bad was it when was the last one."

Sarah's chest was heaving from her frantic exertion and hair kept poking her in the eyes and sticking to the inside of her mouth. The olive skinned woman used the fingers of her left hand to brush the errant strands from her mouth and eyes and leaned against the door to the bathroom.

"And more importantly how long have you been having them?"

Sarah watched as the mother-to-be shifted her weight from one swollen foot to the other. Without a point of reference there was no telling when Mrs. Ryo would go into labor. Or how long the contractions would last until her water broke. Not even the best doctors in the world could foretell how long it would take for a woman to finish giving birth, each time it was a little different.

"I don't know... Since last night?"

Sarah's jaw dropped to the floor and she was hard pressed not to shake her dearest friend for keeping that precious bit of information to herself. What if she'd gone into labor last night?? What if Itex was somehow tracking Leyane? What if...

"They’re not that bad really. I've had colds that made me feel worse..."

Sarah shook her head vehemently to clear it of all the worst case scenarios that might or could happen and scrabbled for the threads of her carefully laid plan. Slick had to be told. Excuses had to be made. And she'd have to get her hands on a blank death certificate somehow if those thugs hadn't done their work properly.

"But you don't know how long it will take you to go into labor. Ugh, go get your bag I'm getting you to a hospital."

Leyane waddled to her room to get her little bag of oddities for the trip to the hospital. Why she carried some of those things was beyond Sarah's reckoning. a hand sized pig made of peppermint candy made in Saratoga Springs, a toy hammer with a red wood handle and a silver spray painted head used to break the peppermint pig to pieces. There was also a picture of her husband and herself back when they were dating in Wright State before perusing their separate careers for a time.

"I have to call work. I'm not going to let you go through this alone Leyane. I just have to let them know I'm taking the next few days off."

Anne mumbled something affirmative from her bedroom while the scheming doctor picked up her cell phone and dialed a number so similar to one on her speed dial and waited in nervous silence while the other phone rang. On her cell phone records and any kind of computerized line tapping it would look like a miss dialed number picked up at a local pizza parlor.

Sarah smiled grimly. This was just what she'd rehearsed months ago. It had to be done correctly and there was only this one chance.

"Hello and thank you for choosing Pizza Hut. My name is Harold May I take your order?"

Adrenaline, fear, and anticipation prickled Miss Turner’s skin. This was it! There was no going back now! Slick was on the line posing as someone else for the sake of her plan. And God willing she'd live to see her friends children grow.

"Oh sorry: I was trying to call ahead to Saint Judes hospital. My friend’s getting ready to have a baby. Not sure when but I can't leave her alone."

A good natured chuckle nearly made the little Asian woman jump. Slicks voice, harsh as it could be, flowed like water when he laughed.

"Ah sure thing miss you'd be surprised how often we get that here. But if you in a hurry I'd suggest not going anywhere near that particular hospital. Traffics been as finicky as a teenage girl on the night of the Prom. I'd suggest going to that new one near O'Hare."

Sarah apologized profusely and thanked "Harold" for the advice before hanging up to call Saint Judes about taking time off. Her mind mulled over the cryptic message Slick gave her even as her body finished the call.

There would certainly be traffic problems now that she'd pulled the trigger so to speak. And O'Hare was in a well trafficked part of town. Perfect to get lost in and smuggle a mother and her newborns away from danger.