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 made his way to meet up with Sinclair. The moment he stepped in, Sinclair was already pouring over a drink, his brows furrowed in concentration. Without looking up, Sinclair asked, “You found something, didn’t you?”Zen walked over to the table, pulling out the patient’s file and setting it down with a thud. “I did. I was at Patel’s hospital and this patient’s been poisoned with slow-poison, and it’s no ordinary case of illness.”Sinclair finally looked up, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern. “Slow-Poison? That slow-poison?”“Yes, Something I haven’t seen in years. A slow-acting one that got confused for a neurological disorders. It’s nearly impossible to detect that it’s a poison unless you know what you’re looking for.”Sinclair leaned back, folding his arms. “That type of poison isn’t easy to come by, especially here. It’s not just something that shows up in a city by accident. Someone wanted this man dead.”Zen nodded, his face grim. “Exactly. But the question i
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 dragged the man in the suit a few feet away from the barrel, letting him collapse onto the ground, still gasping for air. He glanced down at the man, his expression unreadable.“You know, I could have killed you by now,” Zen said casually, dusting off his hands.The man in the suit smirked through the pain, wiping water from his eyes. “And yet, here I am. Breathing.”“Because I want information. I can drag this out for as long as it takes.” Zen crouched down next to him, his voice low. “Now, tell me more about this drug.”The man struggled to sit up, cradling his ribs as he spoke. “Tomorrow night. Dock -I won’t tell you. You won’t make it there in time anyway. We’ve got our eyes everywhere.”Zen tilted his head, studying him. “You’re very confident for someone who’s spent the last few minutes with their head in a barrel.”The man let out a short laugh, though it was laced with pain. “You don’t get it, do you? SP4 is not just some street-level drug. It’s a product the elite have be
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’s eyes locked onto Siara as she descended the stairs. Her elegance was undeniable, yet Zen’s gaze remained. As she reached the bottom, Daven made the introduction.“Siara, this is Tom, the man who helped Grandma,” Daven said warmly.Siara extended her hand with a bright smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tom.”Zen took her hand, his grip firm but his eyes scanning her face with coldness. “The pleasure is mine. I didn’t know the Curren family had a daughter abroad.”Siara’s smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “Yes, I’ve been studying in the abroad for the past few years. I thought it was time to come home.”Zen nodded slowly, studying her expression. “Interesting timing.”Daven noticed the subtle tension and quickly stepped in. “Why don’t you stay a bit longer, Tom? It’s the least we can do after your visit.”“I appreciate the offer, but I have other matters to attend to,” Zen said, glancing at his watch. “Perhaps another time.”“Of course,” Daven replied.
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
Zen's realization hit him hard. He turned back to the distressed woman. “It looks like your son was transferred to the traditional medicine department, but they weren’t informed properly. There was a breakdown in communication.”The woman’s frustration boiled over. “How could this happen? I was assured he’d be taken care of. Now it seems like no one even knows he’s here!”Tasha stepped in, trying to mediate. “If the transfer was made, the traditional medicine department wasn’t notified. We’re working on fixing this.”The woman’s face flushed with anger. “This is outrageous! I demand to speak to the head of the hospital immediately!”Zen glanced over to see Sonia standing behind the woman, leaning casually against the doorframe, a grin on her face.Zen walked over to Sonia, his frustration evident. “Sonia, why are you standing there grinning? This is a serious issue. Why are you finding this amusing? Don’t tell me this is your doing?”Sonia straightened, her smile fading. “Hey, I might