Dave came back to home. It was such a hard day. That old lady really made Dave angry. He could have punched her, but that would cut him off from his job. He sighed, then turned on the TV.

He was shocked to death as the news came faintly into his TV screen.

"...And the Marines revealed that more than 10,000 people are dead or missing under this rubble. It is not known who have let this infested human in, but the Marines say that a taxi is thought to be involved in this disaster."

"Marines also say that they got the serial number of the taxi, and it will be matter of time to track this criminal who let the infested human enter the hotel building."

Dave's eyes were fixed on the TV screen. He couldn't say anything. And there was another explosion, followed by the gray smoke that filled the TV screen. And then the rest of the building collapsed with the enormous wind of dust and smoke. He could see dozens of people and Marines running away from the dusty wind that blew with steaming sound. It was a total chaos.

"....Oh my GOD!!!" Dave accented each word, slowly. "Oh my frickin' god!! This can't be happening!! That fucking old lady was inside!!!"

A deep regret swept inside Dave's heart. "What the fuck have I done?? I should've brought her to that hellish mall at least!!! I should've..."

Dave fell on his knees. Tear covered his face. It was too ironic. He hated that bitch just few minutes ago. Now he was crying for that bitch. He laughed, then cried again. For the first time in his life, he witnessed death of a person that he have known for short time. Now he learned that regret of a person who let something happen that affects someone's life can be very painful.

He wiped his face and cleared his throat as the phone rang.

"....Hello?"

"Dave!! What the hell do you think you're doing?? You have to get out of there!!"

"...Doc? Is that you??"

"You have to get out of there! The Marines are after you!! And yes, I am the doctor that u know."

"Hold on, doc! Slow down!! What the hell is going on??"

"The Marines tracked the serial number, and guess who the driver is!!"

"Who is it?"

"It's you, Mr. Hens. And they know where you live. They're after you! If you don't trust me, turn to military channel and..."

"Wait a sec, doc. They think that I'm the one who did this shit??"

"Yes, but there is no time to argue. Leave right now and watch out for patrol ships. Meet me in my lab."

"What the fuck is this?? I'm not the one who did this!! Just what kind of..."

"Stop complaining and get you ass out of there before they catch you!!"

Dave hung up even before Dr. Logan finished his last sentence. He ran to his room and grabbed his jacket and shoved a handful of cash cards inside the pocket. He didn't have time to grab his card-key stack, but he somehow ripped off the car key from it. He ran towards to his garage. Some cash cards fell from his jacket but he did not stop to pick them up.

He jumped into his taxi cockpit and shoved the card-key into the slot next to the passenger hatch button. It felt like minutes to wait for the systems to load up completely. He pushed the throttle hard and grab the handle firmly. He turned his handle violently as he saw a patrol car through his side mirror.

"God I just hate this job.", Dave grunted.

||| To Be Continued... |||