Mitch Rapp 07 - Consent to kill by Vince Flynn

Author:Vince Flynn [Flynn, Vince]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adventure, Action
ISBN: 9780743270366
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2005-10-11T07:00:00+00:00

36

GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL

R app sat on the edge of the exam table and looked down at the swathe of smooth skin that ran from the middle of his left thigh to the middle of his shin. He was proud of the fact that he’d managed to shave it without cutting himself. He knew they would have done it for him, but he wasn’t all that crazy about people touching him with sharp objects. The reality that he was going to be put under for the procedure gave him enough anxiety as it was. As much as he hated it, though, he knew it had to be done. He’d put it off long enough.

Anna was in the room with him, but as usual she was talking on her cell phone. Sometimes Rapp wondered if the device was surgically attached to her head. He had no doubt, if the roles were reversed, and she was about to go under the knife and he was chatting away on his phone, she’d be shooting him daggers with her eyes. Rapp pointed at the sign on the wall above the small desk. There was a cell phone with a red circle and a line going through it. Anna frowned at him. Rapp pointed at the sign again. She stuck her tongue out and turned her back on him. Rapp laughed to himself.

According to his watch it was three minutes past seven in the morning and he was hungry as all hell. He was under strict orders, though. No food before surgery. They didn’t want him puking on the operating table. Anna got off her phone and turned around.

“That was Phil. He says good luck.”

“Who’s Phil?”

“My boss, Mr. Smart-ass.”

Rapp had never met the man even though his wife had worked with him for nearly a year. “Where’s the love, honey?”

“It’s right here.” Anna rubbed her belly.

Rapp smiled and motioned for her to come closer. She was wearing a dark brown Juicy Couture sweat suit. He placed his hand on her stomach and asked, “How are you feeling?”

“A little constipated, but other than that, fine.”

“Lovely.” He made a face.

“You asked.” She sat down next to him and leaned back. She tugged at the ties on his hospital gown. “I can see your butt crack.”

Rapp shook his head. “Why in the hell do they make people wear these things?”

“You don’t know?” she asked sounding a little surprised.

“No.”

“It strips away the patient’s identity so you’ll be more docile and do what you’re told.”

“Where did you hear this?”

She shrugged. “I can’t remember.”

Rapp thought about it for a moment and said, “I’ll bet you’re right.”

“I know I am. Think about it. What do you guys do when you interrogate a terrorist? You shave their head and beard and you take away all of their clothes.” She tried to straighten the back of the gown, but it wouldn’t cooperate. She let it hang loose and asked, “Seriously, how are you doing?”

“Fine. I just want to get it over with. I hate hospitals.

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