Poisoned

At the edge of the corridor bend, figure leaned his head back on the wall with a grin. He unfolded his jacket to his wrist and tapped his com. A sound line fluctuated above as the anomalous speaker spoke. “What’s the progress?”

“It’s done, Coach. Only one is left." "Should I take him out?”

The speaker said. “No, let’s keep it entertaining enough for the audience”

“Understood” he ended the call and darted far from the scene. Suddenly, a security guard teleported in front of him. He made a dash. The guard shouted. “You!! Stop” he glanced back toward the painful grunts and groans. He spoke to his shoulder while he ran after the culprit. “A Student is down. Requesting medical support on the ground floor of the main building”

“Currently, in pursuit of the suspect”

He slid to the floor, clutching his leg. "Ahh!! What the heck is happening? Vernon..."