Zen and Tasha walked through the hospital entrance, their footsteps echoing in the bustling hallway. The scent of antiseptic in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of activity. Nurses and doctors walking around, their faces set with the seriousness of their duties. Zen is scanning the surroundings, still thinking about the run-in with Sonia, when a familiar voice calls out. “Tom!” Zen turns and sees Nia approaching, her face lighting up with a smile. She was wearing yunusual vibrant scrubs, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Zen’s surprised to see her here; he hadn’t expected to run into Nia today. He stops in his tracks, and Tasha glances between them, sensing an old connection. “Nia,” Zen says, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “What are you doing here?” Nia shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. But I guess you’re not here for the same reason as everyone else—you’re probably trying to save the world one patient at a time.” Z

Zen’s eyes scanned Tasha’s face as she returned to the table, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a tense, anxious expression. He straightened up in his seat and asked, “Tasha, what’s wrong?”Tasha took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. “They’ve given us an impossible patient, I mean... Patient 60.” Her hands trembled as she spoke. “I’ve read the file; the case is a disaster. It’s been passed around from department to department, and no one has been able to make progress. I’m scared... really scared that something bad is going to happen, and I don’t even want to think about it.”Zen leaned back in his chair, his expression softening. “Don’t worry, Tasha. Aren’t you in this profession for situations like this?” He smiled faintly as she shook her head.“This is different,” Tasha said, her voice barely above a whisper. “This patient... it’s like there’s no solution. And if we fail, it’ll be on us.”“The department that takes up the case and fails, takes the fall and responsib

Zen wasn’t ready to back down so easily, he crept silently along the perimeter of the warehouse, the faint glow of lights from within serving as his guide. The back entrance wasn’t heavily guarded, just as Sinclair had said. He found a weak spot in the fence and slipped through, his movements were smooth. The cool night air brushed against his skin as he crouched near a cracked window, trying to get a sense of what was happening inside.Voices drifted through the open window, low but clear. Zen’s ears perked up as he pressed himself closer, careful to stay in the shadows.“I’m telling you,” a voice said, gruff and authoritative. “The Navy and Marines have been sniffing around, but we’ve been too slick for them. They’ve got nothing on us.”Zen’s brow furrowed. “Military involvement? What are these people up to?” He adjusted his position, making sure he could hear every word.Another voice chimed in, this one smoother, belonging to someone in control. “We’ve got the upper hand. The rich

Zen entered Sinclair’s office, the door closing behind him with a decisive click. Sinclair looked up from his desk, with concern in his eyes.“Chief, good timing. What did you find out?” Sinclair asked, gesturing for Zen to take a seat.Zen dropped into the chair across from Sinclair, leaning forward. “I had a nice chat with the guys in the warehouse, one in particular was entertaining.”Sinclair’s interest piqued. “Go on.”Zen began, “He called the poison, SP4, and confirmed SP4 isn’t just a street-level drug. It’s something the elite are heavily invested in. The Currens are behind it. Or at least, someone’s using their name.”Sinclair frowned. “He mentioned David Curren, not Daven?”“Yeah,” Zen confirmed. “I treated Daven Curren’s grandmother once. She was in rough shape, but I managed to help her. Daven never mentioned a brother named David.”“That’s strange,” Sinclair said, tapping his pen thoughtfully. “David might be an alias. If so, it could mean someone’s using the Curren name

Zen carried the tray of coffee and tea towards the group of businessmen. As he moved, he purposely missed his step. The tray wobbled, and coffee sloshed over the edge, spilling onto the polished floor.A sharp exhale echoed from the tall businessman with the authoritative presence. “Are you serious?” he snapped, his irritation barely contained. “This is a high-stakes meeting, and you’ve just ruined it.”Zen faked a face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m really sorry about that,” he stammered, quickly setting the tray down and reaching for a napkin. “I’ll clean this up immediately.”The businessman, his patience wearing thin, stormed towards Zen, pushing him with a forceful shove. “You’re clearly not capable of handling this. Get out.”Zen stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. The sharp movement caused several papers to scatter, and a tense silence fell over the room. A wide grin stretched on his lips, his voice steady. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”Wil