Chapter Two: Ralph's Errand boy.
Ralph sighed, and stared out the window. He knew very well that the only way to get to their contact was to burn the hospital. He, Terry, Samson, and April were all wanted, hunted men. Or women in April's case. And obviously, going into a public place like a hospital put them in danger.
They needed the Carrier to come to them, and making everyone evacuate the building was the kind of chaotic cover they needed. Ralph figured that if Samson was the one starting the fire, it wouldn't bother him so badly. But of course it had to be him, Ralph was a master at facades, and "blending in." People wouldn't even know he was there, literally. A wheezing noise attracted his attention. Where had it come from? He peered towards the closet.
"Ralph, are you listening to me?" Ralph spun back to see April's disdain.
"Sorry. What did you say?"
"I said, I want you to change color one more time. Match the room." Ralph gritted his teeth in annoyance, but decided to comply. April was a real pain when she didn't get what she wanted.
With a deep breath, Ralph fixed his eyes on the back wall of the room, and slowly, ever so slowly, he began to stretch and waver until his body mirrored what he saw.
A gasp came from the closet, and Ralph's focus broke. He strode over to the door and yanked it open. A small spindly old man tumbled out.
"I knew it! I knew there was someone listening to us! April, come look." April came over and leered down at the little man.
"I uh, I hope I'm not intruding. Please don't eat me, I'm old and awful tasting. I'm sure you wouldn't like me." He babbled. April and Terry exchanged looks. Samson kicked at the man's shin.
"Who are ye?"
"I, I, I'm Jeremy Krimk, the Janitor and mail boy. You won't need anything from me." Ralph smiled with relief, although Jeremy later told him he had thought Ralph looked like he was about to kill him.
"Actually Jeremy, we have a letter for you to deliver."
Jeremy's face fell.