This is a medical Mafia action! A surgeon is kidnapped by the Kkakangpae (Korean Mafia) to help their don with a heart transplant. In the middle of mafia wars, she ends up kidnapped, attacked, and stalked by the La Eme (Mexican Mafia) who seek taking over. In the end, Marsha sides with the Kkakangpae to stop the La Eme. 

I typed this the beginnig of 2020. It was my 5th completed story. I am also putting up a screenplay version I had entered into a contest. But, that was a few years before I went back to college to learn my version of it is incorrect. 

The Johnny in this is based off of Johnny from NCT! 

A spring morning with heavy rain falling from dark grey clouds that filled the city. People were rushing to or from their cars from homes and buildings. Marsha looks out her window watching people on the street and in the parking lots. A gas station was right across the street with many people rushing in and out. Whenever she sees people in a hurry as they are, she knows her day will be busy and active at work. She looks at a ticking clock on the wall reading 6:51. She sighs and puts on her rain coat. As she grabs her keys she looks at her dog who has a sad face with his ears down. A little Yorkshire Terrier mixed with some Pomeranian, with a tan head, black body, and black curly tail. Marsha smiles and walks into her kitchen. On the counter is a bag of chew bones, that she opens and gives one to her dog sitting ready to chew. After, her car keys are grabbed and she exits her apartment. As she is locking the door, her neighbor is struggling with three young boys to get them to school and a sitter. One just started high school this year and the youngest starts school next year. The husband usually leaves earlier in the mornings. Sometimes Marsha runs into him, either just coming home from work or going to. A memory runs across her mind. 

A couple summers ago… 

Marsha had been walking back from the gas station in the middle of a hot and sunny summer day with ice cream. She waits for the light to change and signal to notify her to cross. In the parking lot of her apartment, many children are at play. Riding bikes, scooters, skate boards, or with roller blade. Jump roping, hop scotch, and dolls or action figures. She can’t help but smile and think back to how simple things used to be when you are a kid. The signal changes and she makes her way across the street. Her neighbor drove into the parking lot and got out her car. 

“Mom! Mom! Look!” The older boy had shouted while the younger had ran over to hug her. He began to do a bike trick. By pulling up on the handle bars and leaning back the front wheel of the bike went into the air fast. With so much excitement at the time, he over did it.  

Crunch, slam, crack 

“Ahhgg!” The boy beings to scream in pain. The bike flipped and he hit the hard blacktop fast with the bike landing on top of him. 

“Henry!” My neighbor dropped all of her groceries and ran over to her son fast. His friends removed the bike and she began to cry. “My boy, my son! Why? Would this happen? We…we can’t do nothing m' baby.” She lifted her son over her lap and a waterfall of tears fell. “Devon, go get your daddy to help me bring him upstairs.” 

“May I take a look?” Marsha asked while taking a bite of her ice cream.  

“Yes! Anything! Please! We don’t have insurance and getting by is hard enough. Are you a doctor? I've seen you in scrubs. Please! Help my baby boy!” Marsh puts the remaining bit of ice cream into her mouth and bites down on the stick. It beings to melt in her mouth. Slowly and carefully, Marsh touches the boys chest and shoulders. She pulls the stick out of her mouth. 

“I need to check his back side, and after we need to remove his shirt to be extra sure.” They flip him over and Henry cringes from pain. They remove his shirt and he starts to scream in agony. “Stop,” Marsha leaves his shirt on and just looks up and down his shirt at his body. “Well, it doesn’t seem like he has any internal bleeding and his collar bone seems to be fine. That’s really good to hear.” 

“Bless you, bless you. What about his arm? I may not have any medical degree, but I know it’s not supposed to look like that. A mother knows when her child is hurt too by how he reacted to us.” The mother says. The father came running over with a toddler and Devon. 

“Yes, I would say he may have a broken arm, but... Now, I’m not a doctor, but I am a surgeon and can tell you this seems like a simple dislocation of the humerus from the scapula. I can relocate it, but it will hurt. Best do it now, than later.” Marsha explains. 

“Go ahead and do it. A little pain will be good for my boy to think and learn over the consequences of his actions. Hell, there ain’t no way we could take him in anywhere. You won’t charge us? Right?” The father spoke.  

“No. If you and he all agree, I will do it.” Marsha speaks and looks at the mother who nods her head with a tear running down the cheek. She grabs the boys hand and looks at him breathing heavily some and he nods with a tear running down his face. “Okay. Let’s get him over to that bench.” They move Henry to a nearby bench at the edge of the parking lot near a dog area. “I need you sit up straight and tall for me.” Henry listens and Marsha moves to his side. His right shoulder droops down with the hand dangling beside him. She grabs his writs and positions it near his belly button while bending his elbow carefully. Slowly, she moves the wrist out towards the right until the boy cringes. “Sorry. Here, bite this.” She puts the popsicle stick between his teeth. From there, she moves his wrist back near his belly button. Quickly, she tugs it out and grabs his bicep. In just a few seconds she shoves it up and a loud pop could be heard. Henry had bit the popsicle stick hard, but spit it out as he leaned forward in pain. Marsha smiles and looks at the mother. “He will be fine. Just make him keep his arm bent with the wrist near his mid section as I had him. I have a splint somewhere. I will bring it to you.” 

“Thank you! Thank you!” The mother hugs and kisses Marsha on the cheek. The father grabs her hand with both of his and squeezes hard shaking it thanking her too.  

“What’s your name?” Henry asked. 

“It’s Marsha. Marsha Olles. You can call me Mo.” She replied. 

“Thank you, Mo. I'm sorry.” Henry spoke. 

“You are very welcome young man. It happens. It’s rare for children to not hurt themselves at some point of their lives. Broken bones and fractures, well, this was nothing compared to sport injuries. You will heal and be able to do them still. Or, helping your Ma bring in groceries.” She kneels and winks at him, “As dad here said, life lesson, next time that should be your first reaction and then you can show off your tricks.” She taps him on the leg and stands to walk to her bag of frozen treats. She reaches in and pulls out two ice creams. “Here, I don’t have any lollies on me, but this will do.” She gives Henry and Devon each one who smile. Then, she opens the bag to the mom and father who reject,  but lets the toddler pick his own out. The mother and father both smile as they watch her walk away into the building.  

Present day… 

Marsha smiles and watches everyone. Henry runs by, “Good Morning Mo! Gotta go, try outs are today for summer sports!” 

“Go get em’ tiger! Remember, water and vegetables!” Mo shouted to him as he went down the hall and into the stairwell. 

“I know! I know!” Henry shouted back. 

“Good morning, Mo!” Devon had spoke. Marsha smiled and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a lollie and gave it to him. “Thank you!” He ran to the elevator and hit the button. 

“Ugh, boys! You need to get one in your life and have some little angels yourself.” The mother smiles and pokes Marsha in the shoulder.  

“When I meet the right guy. It’s just work keeps me so busy.” Marsha responded. “With the super mom, Candice, it would be hard to compete with you.” 

Candice laughs, “Right. You have yourself a good one Mo. You don’t have to work in the hospital, ya know. But, I can feel love is just around the corner for you.” She proceeds to the elevator and Marsha takes the stairs. She exits the building to see Henry getting on the school bus outside the complex. Candice is waiting to exit in her car with Devon and Trevor. Marsha walks over to her car and enters it. She drives a 2002 red convertible Volkswagen beetle 4 cylinder that has seat covers of a character from the 90s. With the rain the top can not come down. Marsha knows she makes more money than anyone in her whole complex. At the same time, she preferred to keep a low profile and did not like the people often associated with the higher end complexes in the city. Whenever possible, she does what she can for the building. Parties, maintenance, or event paying for the elderly couple to be in a home, it does not bother her.  

Marsha arrives at a hospital and turns into the parking lot. She drives into the parking garage and stops on the second floor to see a couple arguing in the distance. She snuffs and continues to the next floor. Again, she stops. This time to wait for a car pulling out.  The next floor, she stops again. Only this time, there was no one parked on this floor at all. The lights flickered some and she continued on. Marsha always parked on the 6th floor. This was the largest hospital within the city. She had only been there for almost 2 years and still was not acquainted with everyone. Sitting in her car for about 10 minutes staring and thinking, she gets out as a co worked pulled up. 

“Marsha! Good morning darling! Are you ready for the day? I heard there was an accident on the interstate nearby, I'm sure some of the patients will be directed to us. Removing glass, whiplash, and trauma are on are midst. I bet you on it!” He nudges her some with his elbow and she smiles. The two begin to walk. “Say, Marsha, did you hear about Rex's vacation coming up?” 

“Yeah, he said something about going to his mother’s. I think he’s going to move her into a home. It sprung up suddenly. I’m actually scheduled to fill in for him while he’s gone.” Marsha explains. 

The co worker stops, and Marsha turns around to look at him as he speaks, “Aw man! You’re so lucky! What it’s been 2 years and you’re his favourite! I’ve been here 5 years and still mess up on paperwork.” 

“Well, not just that. You also have a kid and a wife to take care of. Everyone seems to have families, except me.” Marsha explains and the two continue to walk. 

“Speaking of my wife, she wants to know if you want to go with her to her friends bachelorette party. Scratch that!” He stops and grabs Marsha’s shoulders and begins to shake her, “You are going to go home with me next month on the first Friday to the party and you are not aloud to go home until you meet a guy or relax some!” He stops and looks at her. “Sorry, that is exactly how Rachel said it and told me to do it.” Marsha smiles at him and continues to walk. “Yep, that is exactly how she said you would respond. C' mon! She loves you and says you need to be the humor of the night cause her friend is so,” he pinches his nose and changes his voice, “boring! Like, her husband to be. Making a living with data entry for a company that sells some sort of rodent thing.” He un pinches his noes. “I'm telling you, boring! The guy is a total lame wad to be around and I will be with him that whole night.” 

“What does she do?” Marsha asks. 

“Ugh! She’s a teacher, for 2nd grade. Boring!” He says. 

Marsha giggles, “Isn’t your son in 2nd grade?” 

“Yes, and just because she’s his teacher does not mean I need to like her or her husband. Just go and have fun!” He punches her on the shoulder and the two proceed to the locker room for the surgeons in the hospital. He walks to a different isle and preps himself for the day, as Marsha goes to her locker. Soon after, another person enters the room and opens the locker right next to Marsha. 

“Good morning Marsha. Lovely weather we're having. I can always tell if it will rain the whole day or stop by noon based on your hair. Curly hair is exquisite and today I see it will be rainy all day. There was a car collision just reported having the less critical patients directed to us, to not fill up the other hospital. Best prep yourself.” He had grabbed his cell phone to reply to message and put it back.  

“Okay. I will be clocked in soon.” Marsha replies as he leaves.  

“Told ya!” Her other co worker gloats and exits the room. Marsha pulls her hair up into a bun with chopsticks and grabs her face mask and stethoscope with some other items for her job. The locker is slammed shut and she makes her way out of the room to start her job for this rainy busy day at the hospital. 

It was just another day at the hospital for Marsha. She would be called somewhere, deal with a patient, and do her job to the best possible. Of course, the results varied. The people who were well off and those who didn’t care. The people who would stress over what was happening. The people who would get angry because of either or and results not going in their favour. Of course, living in a city, the low life always mange to weasel in.  

When Marsha clearly sees a woman who is in no need for surgery claiming of such horrible back pain and is asked to sit up straight, they do so without a problem. Their spine is just fine, no need for medications and definitely no surgery is needed. But, they proceed to complain and beg. Marsha just sternly says, “No! Get outa' here! I see no reason for anything other than to fix your posture and stop slouching. I have real people in pain to help that have done everything possible to prevent it.” Marsha walks out of an examine room and leans on the door after closing it. She rubs her head and proceeds to the next patient on her clip board. She was upset that woman got passed a doctor to make them believe a possible lumbar surgery was required. To her benefit, that doctor had just exited a room. “Hey!” She rushes up to the doctor and halts them. “The woman in room 89, totally fine. Next time, make sure you do a full spine analysis. Just because the say they are in pain, does not mean they are. I mean, I didn’t even have to examine her to know she just has bad posture. The fidgeting, lack of eye contact, and sweating showed withdrawals to something. I have other things to do than cater to addicts.” 

“89? That’s my sister! She is in pain and how dare you call her an addict! I will have her see a more competent surgeon!” The doctor walks away angered and Marsha just stood their in disappointment. Onto her daily tasks she went. The next patient was worthy of her time. An elderly couple, both had bits of glass within them. They were not injured otherwise from the pile up, but the glass was not penetrating far into their skin. Marsha administered them both some pain meds and began to remove the glass. Using tweezers, disinfectant, and some band aids, all the glass was removed. With gratitude they thanked her and she went about her day knowing how good it felt to help others. Time passed, and it was passed noon. The rush had died down and Marsha took her lunch. After it, she had pre scheduled surgeries to do and completed.  

“Marsha!” her co worker drops his tray down and sits across from her at a table. “Did you hear? One of the doctors got fired! Writing prescriptions for patients that they didn’t need. I heard it was a family thing. Rex is the one who initiated it!” 

“Really?” Marsha begins to rotate alfredo pasta onto her fork. “Was it sisters? Do you know?” 

“Yeah.” The co worker responds. 

“I refused a woman treatment and complained to a doctor, that claimed the patient as her sister, and walked away with tension between us. I'm glad to know that defiance was justified.” Marsha eats the pasta off her fork. 

“Marsha!” A woman sits down next to her in a women’s pant suit. “I heard about how one of your patients was in cahoots with a doctor. They were terminated and mentioned your name a few times.” She says. 

“Yep. I can’t seem to go a month without upsetting someone. But, I do my job and I do it well.” Marsha answers. 

“So, it was you? God, no wonder Rex put you in charge. You seem to encounter so many situations that most of us don’t experience or even realize. If a doctor tells me something, I listen. From now on, I will try to use my own judgement and not be afraid to stand up to them.” The guy speaks. 

“Trent! You’re a surgeon! You're above their pay grade. Of course use your judgment and stand up. Ya'll both know ya can call me in for anything!” The woman says. 

“Thanks, Paula! Give me another one of your cards to carry.” Trent says. Paula hands him a couple. Two more men sit down in jumpsuits for the custodial crew. 

“Marsha!” One speaks with a Bob name stitched into his jumper, “I was told to give you a key to Dr. Rex's office while he's gone.”  

“Yeah! She’s moving on up fast here.” Trent adds in. 

“I just want you to know, his mother isn’t what he’s up to. But, I do not know anything further than that.” Bob says. 

“I feel Marsha may have his job in just a few years!” The second custodian with Dave stitched on his jumper looks at her to his left, “Whatever happens next week will really influence that.” He winks and Marsha just ignores it, while eating her lunch. 

“Look!” Marsha places her fork along the edge of her plate and on the tray. “I do my job, and I do it well. The best possible, always! Sheesh!” She looks up and rolls her eyes, “I’m a broken record today.” Everyone eats their lunch and continue about their jobs.  

“Marsha. I see we’re about to conduct a knee transplant. I know I was scheduled to run it, but I have permission from the patient to allow you to run things. My wrist is acting up today, probably from tennis over the weekend, but I don’t feel comfortable doing such a surgery. Would you take it on for me?” Marsha’s mentor asks of her. 

She stops washing her hands and begins to dry them off, “Sure. I'm always ready and able to do my job and do it well. The best I can.” 

“Good!” He walks past her and pats her on the back, “I can always trust in you. That’s why I have left you in charge next week.” 

“Thanks, Dr. Kleen.” Marsha responds. 

“Please, Marsha, call me Rex. You have been hear long enough and I highly respect you.” Rex replies. The afternoon goes by with many surgeries ran by Marsha and Rex as he assistant. They took a break together at one point and continued about their business afterwards.  

When the day was over, Marsha could not tell if the sun had set or not. With it raining all day, the sky could not project its mood. She walked to her car on the 6th floor. After exiting the elevator and entering the garage, she had become unsettled. In the elevator, two men in suits had exited with her. But, every car she could see was normal for the employees often working here. One pulled out a cigarette and began to puff as the other just watched Marsha. Quickly, going to her car, she drove off trying to not make eye contact with the other man who was staring at her the whole time. She looked and they made eye contact as drove passed. A black van has passed by her with men in similar suits as she exited the parking garage. On her way home, that same van ended up behind her. Paranoia kicked in and Marsha drove around endlessly until she lost them at a light, after turning left. Making 3 lefts to end up behind them, she was able to go home without them following her. Rushing back into her apartment, something did not feel right. Closing her front door fast, she leaned up against it and slid to the floor on her butt. Her dog rushed over in excitement to greet her return home. Marsha hugs it and pets it. Henry usually walked him for her. From there, she gives him some canned pet food and she preps dinner for herself. In the middle of cutting carrots, she stops. Something in her instincts prompted her to walk to the window. Looking outside, she sees the same van in the parking lot at the gas station across the street. Closing the curtains, in a manner of not panic, she peeps through the crack on the side to watch. A group of men in suits, of different colours and styles, all enter the van. They park in the lot of her complex and just sit there. Marsha was unable to finish making her meal and spent most of the night looking out the window with discrepancy. Eventually, she did fall asleep, sitting against the wall below the window, with her dog laying on her lap.  

*Tone on a phone* 

An alarm goes off on Marsha’s phone. The first things she does is look out the window. The van was nowhere to be seen. She opens her curtains in a manner of common habit and to look around more. She takes her dog for a walk with caution and paranoia. Henry had come down to chat with her, before getting ready for school, as he often would. Time passed and everything became normal. Going to work, and doing her job and doing it well. Socializing with friends and of course taking in praise from her mentor.  

“Okay, Mr. Wang. You make sure to stay off that leg for a couple weeks and absolutely no fornication in this time, or else it will be back on the surgical table.” Marsha speaks. 

“I told him not to do it and he did anyways. I can't complain, but I would rather have a mobile husband than go weeks without.” Mrs. Wang took over pushing the back of a wheel chair. 

“I can only hope to meet someone and share what you two have. Please, don’t hesitate to call me and do as instructed.” Marsha waves an watches them exit the hospital.  

“Marsha!” A woman at the counter flags her down. “How do you do it?” 

“What do you mean?” Marsha leans on the counter with an elbow to listen to the secretary. 

“That couple was so angered with me when they came in and pretended to not know English. You have such a way with patients.” She spoke. 

“I don’t know. I guess, I just do my job and indo it well. I ‘m always me. How did that date go the other night?” Marsha says. 

“Ugh! Can you take lunch right now? I will tell you all about it.” The secretary asks.  

Smash, screams 

The front sliding doors of the hospital are crashed through by a black van. Many began to scatter and police were quickly called in. A few men jump out from the double back doors and passenger side. Gunshots are set off upwards into the ceiling. Marsha is quickly grabbed, with a bag shoved over her head, and drug into the back of the van. More gun shots are set off with lots of screaming for reaction after from people inside the hospital. Marsha doesn’t panic and sits still after being placed within the back of the van. A needle is felt into her arm. As a surgeon the thoughts of what it could be and the effects cross her mind. Her head droops some and the bag is removed from her head. Two guys can been seen, and he attention it drawn to one of them. Marsha smiles and slowly closes her eyes. Soon after, her head drops forward as she is placed unconscious. 

The guys within the van all have an Asian decent and were wearing the same black stealth garments of long sleeve turtlenecks and black baggy pants. In another language, they speak with one another of the accomplishment of their task. The van drives off to under a bridge. Marsha is lifted into the back of a limo. The men all change garments into their suits. The styles, colours, and patterns all expressed each man’s personality. When Marsha opened her eyes, she was tied to a chair within and unknown warehouse. Seeing the ground first, her head raises to see the man she saw before passing out. A smile begins to fill her face, and it takes a lot of effort to be angry and aggressive. 

“What do you want! Where am I?” Marsha shouts. 

The area is inside a large factory of some sort. Police sirens can be heard outside zooming by. Marsha looks around to find a few men in pain from bullet holes on a nearby couch and sitting around a table. The two men in front of her do not have any weapons and she can see it is now nighttime. They just stare at her and she realizes they are testing her. 

“They need help.” Marsha looks at the injured men. “I can help them. As a surgeon, I took an oath to help anyone who may need me.” 

“Yes. They do. But, can we trust you?” The one man leans forward and stares into her eyes as the other points a gun at her. Marsha leans back just slightly and examines his full being and smiles. 

“I can see you’re very well suited off for yourself.” Marsha speaks. “Nice jewelry, finely embroidered and tailor suits. Large factory holding nothing.” Marsha looks to the side as best possible to something just barely within her sight behind her, “High performance vehicles.” After, she regains eye contact with the one man as he stand up straight and continues to stare at her. “You obviously know me and my life. If you untie me, I can promise to behave. Lives are on the line and my instincts are acting up. If one of them were too…” Looking away to the side, Marsha closes her eyes and stop breathing for a moment. The one guys walks behind her to untie her ropes as she exhales strongly. As soon as she is released, Marsha rushes over to the injured men. The one who caught her interest most was hunched over on a couch holding his lower abdomen. “I will need bandages and disinfectant with some needles and…” Marsha looks around the area, “Silk or nylon thread. Dental floss could work too.” Rushing over to the next man, his coat is quickly removed. A bullet can be seen on the surface of his chest. Right on the rib cage. “This will need a knife, disinfected, bandages and some stop or recovering bleeding powder. I guess some super glue would work. Unless, you want to take the chance of just wrapping him up tightly every few hours.” Lastly, she approaches the last few guys. Marsh begins to laugh, “Nothing much. Just surface abrasions that will heal on their own. Vitamins, healthily living, and disinfectant.” Everything needed is brought to Marsha. Post haste, she tends to all the injured men. After the 5th one, the one guy lowers his weapon in relief and relaxing with some trust. A metal tool case on wheels is rolled over to her almost her height. It has many drawers. The one man looks into her eyes, with his head turned to the side, and opens a couple drawers. 

“What do they need?” He asks. Each drawer opens up to be filled with medications of all sort. Pain, body, infections, mental, pills, injections, drinkable, and all sorts.  

“I'm not a pharmacists, but of course pain and infection.” Marsha reaches out to open the drawers. Pushed away some by the man with the gun to the other man, she can’t help but enjoy the other guys grin toward her as she gives medications and administers them to the patients. He catches her staring at him at one point when he looked away and smirks at her. Marsha moves her face fast to pretend she was not gazing at him. When time had passed with the patients feeling much better, Marsha was approached by the one guy. 

“I'm sorry…” He looks down a few inches towards her face, while being that close to her entire body. A needle is quickly drawn and stabbed into Marsha. This time, she flinches forth and up. As she grabs his arm the other hand is thrown around his neck. He kisses her as she passes out. This time, when Marsha opened her eyes, she found herself lying within her own bed of her own apartment. The first thing she did was check the entire place. Beneath the bed, inside of closest, cabinets or out in the hall, nothing lead to whom her assailants might have been. Her assumption is clear that the mafia was involved. Marsha turns on her TV. 

“The over active gang activity is at it’s highest. We suggest not engaging with any one you do not personally know. A stranger who makes conversation and follows you home, is something gone un foreseen today. Between all races and orders of mafia have recently broken out to high extent. All we can determine is the displacement of ones higher ruler. When one mob boss begins to fall, the rest begin to act over gain of supremacy. If you have any leads pertaining to this, please call the number below provided.” A woman on the news speaks. Marsha is unsure how to react and walks away to he bathroom to get ready for her day. She knows the law enforcement will be engaged to act over her disappearance, yet is confused to why they have not already had a patrol to her place of residence.  

Marsha makes her way back to her place of work. The most engaged hospital of the city it resides in. As anticipated, she was questioned, interrogated, and reframed from doing her job. Time passed and the day is nearly out. Marsha found time to be herself. With no calls on her pager, she relaxes with herself in the locker rooms. Nobody came by for hours as she had no calls. Suddenly, the door to the locker room is forcefully opened. Upon shutting, her mentor was relived to get rid of the paparazzi, and to see Marsha. ”Damn! You caused quite the stir here!” The mentor speaks. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I have been in hear most of the day to avoid all the scandals. I swear! I was here! I woke up somewhere else, provided medical treatment, knocked out, and woke up at home! I don’t actually want to go home tonight. What do I do? I was given heavy sedatives to pass me out. Twice! My description is…” She thinks to herself how she wasn’t harmed and thinks the one guy was cute, “It's fuzzy… they had a gun pointed at me.” Marsha stands up frantically to defend herself. “This is a place of healing and treatment! Not a f…” 

“Marsha!” The mentor stops and hold his hands out. “Relax, nothing will effect us. The security is working on getting a restraining order. But, the hospital administrator was into the publicity. We just need to let this pass and we will be back to what we do best. C'mon! We do our jobs well and as best possible! I am confident in my absence next week when I will be gone everything will be fine. Or else I would not have appointed you!” The mentor speaks. Marsha smiles. “Good! I will redirect some of my cases to you, today. Nobody else would I entrust.” 

 “Well, I do my job and do it as the best as I can! I don’t want to fail in your belief in me. I will listen and take your words to guide me.” Marsha pulls out her equipment and takes a seat back on the bench. Not too much time passes and she is quickly called upon for a paramedic emergency of a shooting that took place at a nearby school in the county. With the paramedics she is rushed out of the hospital. In an ambulance they arrive to the shooting.  

At the school, Marsha was faced with many students who looked her age, but were at least a decade blow her. She took to infiltrating the school by herself, separating from the others. The cops didn’t even notice. Walking down the hallways, she was alone with no guidance. No knowledge over what had just happened and what was to come. The only thing running through her mind, was to aid others and survive it all! 

Crying could be heard. Marsha stops and slowly creeps along the wall towards the whimpers. Fear and panic was the only thing she could pick up. Ignoring it all, and continuing forth, she makes her way farther into the situation. Turning a corner where the sound escalated, a gun was pointed directly at her. 

“Who are you? What do you want!” a young teenage boy shouts while pointing a weapon at Marsha. 

“Marsha! My name is Marsha! I…I just want to help! I'm with the paramedics! A surgeon! I don’t believe you are here to harm everyone. What is it you want to earn over this!” Marsha shouted. 

“Well…I… I don’t know! People are so cruel and deserve to suffer as I have!” The teenage boy responds while holding another teenager within his arms his moves the gun pointed at. “Stop moving!” He shouts at Marsha. 

“Okay!” Marsha responded. “I am one who was taken from the hospital from my daily duties. I am not a cop, nor am I paramedic. I just want to make sure everyone gets the medical attention they need.” Marsha pleads. The assailant resides some to think, while releasing others. “How can I know to trust you? I have no belief in man kind!” He shouts. 

“I can’t pursued you over whatever. For certain, my beliefs do not surpass others. What I care for, in the end, is accomplishing success. As a surgeon, I will always help those who need it as best I can and possible!” Marsha replies. 

“I hate people! I hate how they have treated me! How I became of it! And of course what is to come! I know it is too late to change what society places of it, but what can I do now?” The young boy pleads. 

“It’s not of my dealing. But, if you surrender now, I know I can do what I can to change it all. A…a simple mistaken direction of bullying with negative outcomes. Some time at a facility will be required, but not in the law enforcement walls, that can be avoided. People are cruel, unkind, and of course misunderstood in this world. Being able to deal with it, I see as great, but as society not so much, but, I can respect. Just do as I say, and I will do what I can to help.” Marsha spoke. The boy thought for a moment, lowered his gun to a hostage, and then aimed it to his head. “No!” Marsha leaped forth! A bullet went through the assailants brain. She held his wound and draped him over her lap while sitting on her legs upon  the ground. The rest of emergency people rushed in of both police, fire, and paramedics from the sound of the gun fire.  

“You’re right!” He spoke with blood coming out of his mouth. “I’m not one to belong in this world. I can’t deal with it or with what  I’ve done.” Slowly after, his eyes roll to the back of his head as the rest of his body gives out and he dies. Marsha cried a tear for him taking in this moment forever.  

“Surgeon! Over here!” someone shouted. Marsha stood up and proceeded over to assist where she was needed. At the end of situation, only 4 casualties were taken with over a hundred injured. She went to the funeral of the one initiated it all. It was a few days after. Marsha stood at his body, reconstructed with wax, and the obituary left with no one knowing he was the attacker that day of all the victims. She grabbed his hand and closed her eyes, looking forth, over the body to the casket.  

“Thank you!” an elderly woman had grabbed the hand around his and hers within the casket. “I knew Jimmy must of had a pretty gal like you in his life. He was always shy.” Marsha just smiled as the older woman, who she presumed to be his grandmother, told stories of him. For hours, she did not release her hand, but she felt good knowing his last words made him happy and that she could pass on that feeling to the rest who believed in him. When leaving the casket, she had seen two men in the back of the room. One was who had kissed her previously, and the other one being who she had aided medical attention to. Blushing for a moment, she ignored them both and engaged in the family as much as possible for her rest of the day. Of course, eventually, she had to go home. It was after driving the drunken grandmother home, in her own car, she began to walk down the street. The two men had drove up to her in a black sports car. She stopped walking along the side walk.  

Staring forth along the path, she spoke to the two men in the vehicle beside he, without turning her head, as they rolled down their window, “What do you want?” 

Marsha was staring as some children running home into a house. Figuring it must have been dinner time, she couldn’t help but aw over their free ability to be as they are. At this point, whether the men took her again or she made it home to go back to work the next day, it didn’t matter. After the day she pretended having a life towards others, she felt hers was un accomplished. Slowly, Marsha turned her face toward the men in the car over her left shoulder.  

“I do my job, and I do it well. That’s all I have and all I’m good for.” Marsha turns the rest of her body to face them and holds her hands put as if she was being cuffed by police. Palms open and faced up, “Just take me away from here so I can forget this day.” She closes her eyes and hears the car drive off. A distinctive muffler with tire marks left on the pavement from a fast take off from park to 1st through a manual. Marsha opens her eyes and watches the sports car drive off. She continues her walk to a nearby bus stop and makes her way home. After a few transfers, and one being the wrong direction, she makes her way back home. It’s just passed midnight and her dog was very excited to see her. Leaving around dawn, and being gone that long, she had gave it a can of dog food. Dry stuff was always left out, but when she is gone that long she tends to make up for it with the canned stuff. Marsha leans against her wall and slides down to her butt with the knees bent near her shoulders. She scratches her dog as it gobbles down the food and smiles watching its happiness. Hours go by and she does not sleep. Insomnia was common for her.  

With the sun rising, Marsha  began her routine for work. A shower, eating breakfast, and making sure she took uniforms with her to work, if needed, she does everything with plenty of time to spare. To pass time, she took to looking out her window. The same sports car could be seen in the parking lot as she had seen before. With a quick search of her apartment, decides to look out the peep hole of her front door. Nothing could be seen, but she decided to open it anyways. To the right towards her neighbors nothing could been seen. She takes a full step into the center of the hall and looks to the left. 

“Good Morning!” A man's voice spoke as Marsha slowly engaged eye contact with him. Frozen, unsure what to do, Marsha just stares into his eyes. “Are you going to invite me in?” The guy spoke. The one who had kissed her, injected her, and was driving the car, she shook her head some and gestured him to go inside. After he walked in, she followed and shut the door. Her dog barked and ran up friendly. He kneeled down to pet it and gave it a treat from within one of his suit jacket pockets.  

“What are you doing here? What do you want with me?” Marsha asks and leans on her front door with her hand rested over her other arm’s elbow and a leg bent prompted up. 

The man picks up the dog and stands. He turns around and speaks, “What makes you think I'm here for you? I do rather like your dog. This is my 3rd encounter with it.” He raises an eyebrow towards her and turns his body to the side. Slowly, he begins to examine her apartment and walk around while petting the dog in his arms. “Nice place you have hear. Decorated at least. I wouldn’t choose this building or neighborhood. Doesn’t even have a pool, clubhouse, or neighborhood.” 

“So!” Marsha moves from the door and walks into the center of her living room where the man is and grabs her dog. He pulls it away a few times from her and laughs when she doesn’t nab him. Then, he let’s her have the dog back. She hugs her best friend and looks at the man, “I like this building, the neighborhood, and especially the people! I'm sure you probably live in some sort of high end loft with domestic disputes and people more concerned with their looks than others.” Marsha let’s her dog go on the floor and it runs to it’s bed in the room. She stands and begins to retaliate, “Look at your clothes!” She grabs the lapels, one in each hand, and continues to complain, “These could…” Before she could finish her sentence, the man had grabbed both sides of her chins below her cheeks and kissed her. A few seconds passed, and Marsha began to pull away. The man moved his hands to grab hers to pull her closer to him as he stepped closer. It was followed by one arm moving behind her neck and the other to her back. A minute passes and he pulls away looking into Marsha’s eyes. 

“You are amazing just as you are. I'm not supposed to be here, but be prepared. We will need your help again. We will leave you alone at work, but here…” He takes off running and leaves the apartment. Marsha just watches her door open and slam shut. When the man exits into the hall, her neighbor spots him on his way to work. 

“Good morning!” The neighbor speaks and the man just runs away and down the stairwell without a word. Marsha watches him from her window enter his car. Right after he ignites the engine, he looks to her window and smiles. After, he drives off. Marsha takes her dog for its morning walk and Henry finds her on his morning jog. 

“Mo! How are you?” Henry asks and pets the dog for a moment. “You too Raynor buddy!” 

“Good, thank you. What was your time and distance today?” Marsha asks. 

“Only a mile today in under 2 minutes. I have a date tonight! I don’t want to be tired.” Henry responds.  

“Good for you! What’s her name?” Marsha asks. 

“Well, I'm not supposed to tell you unless you tell me his name.” Henry smiles and puts on a cute face and posture towards Marsha. “C' mon Mo! You’re family to us!” 

Marsha begins to rock side to side and turns around while walking her dog, “Well, I don’t actually know his name. We have met a few times.” She looks back over his shoulder, “He is handsome.” She looks away and has a sad face that Henry can not see, “But, we don’t know each other yet.” The dog walks around and Marsha is facing Henry again with a content look on her face, “He’s a future client of mine, well, people he knows that he is associated with.” 

“Olivia.” Henry speaks and makes eye contact with Mo. “Her name is Olivia. We have science together.” He looks down, “I'm scared she won’t like me. She is top of our class, and I just barely get by.”  

Marsha giggles and covers her mouth, “I don’t think it’s your intelligence why she agreed to a date. Just be yourself. You'll be fine.” Marsha walks past him and pats him on the back. The two make their way back into the apartment complex. It is nearly time for Marsha to leave for work. She leans her forehead on her front door and listens into the hall for her neighbors to leave before exiting again. Once they had gone by, she made her way out of the building. Slowly, she walked down the steps until she reached the door to outside. On her way to work, she had seen the same black van as before follow her. Making it inside the hospital, she went about her day. But, as it neared the end, she began to fill with anxiety and anticipation. Before leaving for the day, she sat down on the bench near her locker and stared into it. 

“Marsha!” Her mentor speaks as she flinches some. “Are you okay?” He grabs her shoulder and leans around and forward to look into her eyes. “Is something on your mind? You seem…distracted.” 

“Thanks, Rex. I'm fine. I was just thinking about some redecorating at my place that my dog may not like it. His bed will be moved.” Marsha answers with some distance to her voice. 

“Okay! I'm counting on you next week. Enjoy your weekend and we will chat on Monday before I take off for my vacation!” He walks backward while putting on his coat and holds his thumbs up before exiting the locker room. Marsha smiles and holds up one thumbs up in return. After, she continues to stare into her locker for many minutes thinking over what may happen when going home.  

Nearly and hour passes and Marsha finally walks to her car in the garage. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Just the usual employee cars she was used too and some other vehicles. No black vans. When walking around her bug, a white sheet of paper was within her handle. Fast she walks forth and grabs it. A smile fills her face when she sees a hand drawn heart and a time, 10 p.m. Marsha enters her car and looks at the time, 7:17 p.m. She smiles looking at the note again and sets it on the seat next to her. The car is turned on and Marsha makes her way home. No black vans followed her. As she shut her car door in her complex, she looked across the street at the gas station. Marsha heads over for some snacks. She is looking at a bunch of sugary fatty ones. Her hand begins to reach for some powdered donuts. 

“No!” A man lowers a magazine and smacks her hand. “You don’t need those.” Marsha smiles and grabs them anyways. Quickly they are opened and she shoves one after another until her mouth is full looking at him. He shakes his head and flicks her nose. Her eyes shut for a moment and he surprises her with a quick peck of a kiss and shoves the magazine into her hand as he rushes off. Marsha watches him leave and then looks at the magazine. It was opened to an article about a company currently undergoing potential of bankruptcy if the president were to pass. It said he recently was diagnosed with heart failure and his only son had no children of his own with never have showing his inheritance of the company. Marsha takes her snacks and the magazine to the counter.  

“Maaarrrsssha! ‘Ey!” The clerk winks as he teases her. She just pays and walks away with a giant smile blushing on her face. “What!” He shrugs his shoulders raising his arms. I approve! Tell me about it some time during down time, ‘ey?” Marsha makes her way back to her complex and enters her home. Sitting on the couch, while finishing the donuts, she reads the full article and continued onto another page. 

Article: Recently organized and unorganized crime activities have increased. The notorious Korean group, or Kkangpae, Geondal, or Jopok, have had many disputes with the Mexican group, or La Eme, resulting in many public outbreaks. Casualties are unknown with the occasional civilian resulting in injuries. Both mafia groups tend to focus on one another. Reports also say the Korean groups may have differences between themselves or multiple groups exist. This leads to confusion over race judgments based off of appearance. Why are these groups at one another so intensely lately? No body knows at the moment. Our sources are doing their best to dig into this matter. Rumors have also been emitted about other rival gangs stepping in to resolve both sides. Both sides are well known for fast cars, counterfeiting, prostitution, art smuggling and forgery, bribery, political influence, and so much more.  

We were able to get this statement from a well know retired Italian mafia mob boss, Veito Vercealnelli, stating, Whatever these disputes may be between them is better left to them. Getting involved could only worsen situations or cause them to go towards the public to show whose in charge. I can tell you one thing, if I were still involved with that sort of business you know I would of have had it all taken care of by now. But, as you know I have done my time, keep outa' it with the safety of my own family in mind, and just let ‘em resolve it themselves! He was later reported in a lunch meeting with a bunch of Asian men in suits later on in the week. The restaurant was exclusive and an accurate description of whether it was him or not was never determined.  

Other well known, financially superior, business tycoons have also claimed opposing opinions. Some say this has lead to increased profits, while others claim it sets bad images for their companies. With their vehicles being stolen, items, or even employees, the results have varied upon all outcomes.  

Just this passed week, a woman, in her late 20s with light brown hair, was kidnapped out of (name ) Hospital. She was taken away in a black van by males of Korean decent, lead to be associated with other crimes taking place recently and mixed in with the mafias wars based off of their descriptions and weapons, and what they took her for? She was asked to perform immediate medical care to some of their men at an unknown location. An exact statement was never given by the woman directly, but her mentor had this to say, She is one of the best in this hospital. She does her job and she does it well. As medical professionals we always put the care of others first. Regaurdless of who they are or what they did, saving lives comes first! She was returned to her home, un harmed and able to come back into work doing what she does best and as best possible. I do not! I repeat, do not want any media or journalists here. This is a place for the sick and injured, not some press conference room. This interview is over! The name of this man is not to be identified along with the woman who was taken. Many reporters stood outside of the hospital, only to be escorted off the property by law enforcement who had been called in.  

We ask if you have any crime activity of any sort, please do not hesitate to call the number provided. Any more information can be reached on news stations before these articles are printed. Stay alert and cautious. 

The article continues on with safety procedures and habits. Along with, ways to identify suspicious activity. Marsha drops the magazine on the coffee table and stands up. She looks at the ticking clock on her wall and thinks about the note that said 10 p.m. She had already ran into the one guy at the convenience store. So, she decides to look out her window. Casually, she makes it seem as if she was fixing the blinds and closing the curtain. No sports cars or black vans were anywhere to be seen. From there, she feeds her dog some canned food and preps herself dinner. After, she cleaned everything up she decides to change out of her work scrubs. She walks into her room and opens a drawer from her dresser. She sees many pairs of pants. Grabbing some jeans, she changed into them and grabbed a plain solid grey t-shirt. There is a little over an hour before 10 p.m. She lays down on her bed and pets her dog thinking. Part of her is actually excited to do something this evening. She can’t think of the last time she was out on a Friday night. Marsha rolls over to look at her calendar on the wall. Thinking of what Trent had invited her to for his wife, she smiles and decides she will go. Rachel and her got a long well and she knows it will be good for her.  

At 9:55 p.m. Marsha stood up from her bed, gave her dog a big hug, and walked out to her living room. She rotates one of her recliners to face the door into her apartment. As the second hand ticked down it’s last few seconds to be 10 p.m., Marsha gets nervous. In fact, she flinches strongly and her heart beats fast when hearing a telephone ring. It was inside the cabinet of one of her end tables.  

“This isn’t mine. Do people really have landlines nowadays?” Marsha reaches for the phone to answer it. “Hello? This is Marsha.” 

“Good evening Marsha. I hope we didn’t wake you, but we also hope you are not exhausted from your long day at the hospital. We have need of your talents and right about now my associates should be at your door.” A man spoke over the phone. 

Knock, knock, knock 

Marsha looks at her front door. “Please do not be alarmed you will not be drugged, this time, and force will not be necessary. But, we do ask that you cooperate and it will be worth your while. In more ways than you may think. We know things. In fact, your life would have been in danger if it weren’t for us. We just got to you first and so far, we like what you did for us. What you will do for us. And of course, some of the boys have drawn an eye towards you beyond business intentions.” The man speaks on the phone. He begins to cough and wheeze. When he cleared his throat he speaks again, “We will speak more soon. In person and negotiate the terms of our wants. See ya soon!” The man hangs up and Marsha can hear a dial tone. She returns the phone to it’s place and walks to her front door. Looking out the peep hole, there are three men in black suits standing still with there hands in pockets. She grabs her jacket and opens the door. As it is locked the men do not say a word and Marsha has none to speak herself. They enter the elevator and a limo was waiting for them all just outside the door. The door is opened for her and she scoots herself inside. The one she encountered a couple times was reading the newspaper with his leg crossed over the knee. He lowers the paper and winks. She smiles and he continues to read as the rest join inside the vehicle. Two of the men sat on each side of her. 

“Sorry, but you have to put this on.” The one guy hands her a cloth for blind folding. Marsha grabs it and ties it around her head, covering the eyes. Unsure to how much time has passed, she could sense they had drove around aimlessly for a while to confuse her of where they were going. It worked and Marsha was clueless. They arrive at their destination and she is escorted inside of a place. Voices could be heard all around as they walked inside. They went through a set of doors and the pounding of music could be heard. The blind fold was removed and through another set of doors they went. Inside, was a raging dance party inside of some club. A majority of the patrons were of Asian descent, but all races were occupying the dance floor.  

To the right, were many high round tables and along that wall was a bar lit up by neon blue lights. A few stairs led down to the dance floor in the middle. There were acrobats dancing from fabrics hanging from the ceiling and an elevated DJ booth directly across from where the entered beside a large stage. They walked left to some stairs where a couple bouncers were keeping watch. They proceeded upstairs to find themselves in a private room that overlooked the whole place. It was behind some two way mirrors and sound proofed.  

Inside the room was a large curved couch, a private bar with it’s own waitress and tender, a few TVs, pool table, and a large desk. The chair was turned around facing away from them as they entered. A man begins to cough, wheeze, and clears his throat. Marsha recognized it from the phone call. Slowly, an older Korean man rotated the chair around. He waved his hand to the side, and the men all scattered. Some to the bar, some back to the dance floor, and others just sitting.  

“Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. You’re tense and it’s making the air in here, stiff.” The man points to the chairs across from him and the desk. Marsha sits down and begins to examine the man. He has an oxygen tank with the mask rested on his lap. The top buttons of his shirt are undone and looks as if he had been rubbing his chest there a lot. “Would you like a drink? How about some…ahh…sake on the rocks!” He snaps his fingers and stands up. Marsha notices he is wearing slippers and that his feet and legs seem swollen. He walks over with a tray full of drinks. He sets the tray down and hands one to Marsha and bows some. She bows slightly from within her chair and takes the whole drink down fast. “Ha! I like you already.” The man gulps down his drink and sits. Another glass is handed to Marsha as he stares at her. 

Minutes pass and the tray of drinks disappear. Nothing had been said. Suddenly, Marsha watches the man grab his oxygen mask to take a breath from it. “Heart failure?” She says. 

Everyone in the room looks at her. “Yeah. I know why you were be watched and picked. You’re good! In fact, your better than good. Your super! Exactly what, I…we need.” 

“Look, I may be a surgeon, but it goes against my practice to just do a heart transplant unless I know the donor died from like a car accident severing his head or…or a man shot in the brain by a crazed ex wife. Maybe a prisoner who hung himself.” Marsha explains. 

“Don’t worry. I get it. I am not one to take lives without reason. Territory is territory and I am not about to put one of my enemies hearts into my own body.” The man coughs. After, he reaches his arm out across the table. “let me introduce myself. My name is Dae Gi Seung. It means, the great brave successor. Or shining foundation winning. Ah, Korean has many translations, just like American. But, American names are boring. They have no meanings or pride behind their origins. Yours however, Marsha, Latin, meaning Mars. The god of war. War is exactly what we are in right now. Against the stupid La Eme, other groups of my own race, interfering gangs, media, law enforcement, etcetera!” He coughs. 

“Dae Gu Seung. Nice to meet you. You already know my name, where I live, work, and schedule, but I feel the need to accept your greeting and acknowledge your kind hospitality you are expressing towards me. A compliment, drinks, a ride in a limo, and being around these studly guys.” Marsha speaks. 

The man laughs and leans back in his chair. The face mask is breathed into heavy for oxygen and he sets it down. “Gomawoyo! Thank you! Today has been a long day for me. I give you full access to my club here and my restaurant. Everything is on the house! I want you to enjoy yourself and tomorrow, we can go over my state further in detail. I’m sure you want to see my medical file. My son got tied up on some other ventures and could not be here. I would like him to be. I need to go home and get some rest. Silyaehaeyo, excuse me.” Dae Gi makes his way to a private elevator and exits the room with some men. The man she had encountered before quickly holds his hand out in front of her face slightly tilted over with a smile.  

“Will you tell me your name?” Marsha asked him and grabbed his hand. 

“Maybe, let’s see how you dance!” He responds and leads her back out to the dance floor just as a group began to perform on the stage singing and dancing. Marsha was returned home in the morning light. Her neighbor smiled giddily over seeing her being dropped off as she was leaving for work. Marsha blushed and just hurried inside. 

Marsha didn’t get any sleep. Often, she suffered from insomnia if work wasn’t hectic enough or taking valerian root with melatonin just didn’t cut it against her racing mind. She spent the morning doing research on all the crime in the area. Of course the article she read the day before was being blown up all over the place. Not much information could be found on the gangs themselves, but what media twists about them. Of course there are some truths to the news, but often it was misleading. One site she clicked on mentioned Dae Gi murdering Marsha the day she was taken from the hospital and found in a ditch just outside the city. This became of some interest to her. She found out this woman had been poisoned and after heart failure was stabbed repeatedly in the chest from an autopsy report her sources could leek her in on. When investigating into similar cases, many victims lately have had their hearts being ruined for no possible use after. Right away Marsha caught on that the rivals against Dae Gi Seung were aware of his heart problems.  

Time passes and Marsha gets herself ready for the day. Not to long passed noon, the phone rang again. Answering it a voice said, “twenty minutes,” and hung up. Exactly twenty minutes passed and a limo pulled into the parking lot and a knock was at her door. She was taken back to the club. No blind folds, no randomly driving around to confuse her, and everyone was not in black suits. It did disappoint her to not see the one guy and she anticipated to see him at their destination. Inside, the place had many tables and chairs set up on the dance floor in front of the stage and DJ booth. It had some patrons and families enjoying meals. Far off towards the back, double doors opened from the kitchen as Dae Gi walked out. 

“Marsha!” He hurried to a large round table. “Come! Come sit! Relax. I hope you’re hungry.” She sits across from him and a few men join them. One of them is smiling at her to the left and she looks at him slowly. He winks and Marsha quickly looks away blushing. 

“Thank you! I could eat.” Marsha attempts to pretend the one guy is not staring at her. “Will your son be joining us?” 

“Sagwa deuryeoyo.” A man gets up from next to Dae Gi and walks around the table closer to Marsha. He bows slightly and reaches his hand out to grab Marsha’s. “Je ireumeun Gim Ahn Seung.” Marsha looks him in the eyes as he gently drops her hand and takes a step back. He laughs some, “I'm sorry. My name is Gim Ahn Seung. Most of us do know English fairly well. But, we are curious to how fast you may adapt to our language. You are very gifted and we have full confidence in you.” He takes a seat back next to his father who pats him on the back and gives him a side hug of affection. Food is brought out to the table and all the men dig in fast.  

“Sorry, some of our wives could not be here, but this is a business lunch. Not suited for them.” Dae Gi speaks. Marsha is unsure what to try and the guy sitting next to her starts putting one of everything on her plate. 

“I…thank you. I wasn’t sure what to try first.” A set chopsticks is shoved in her face from her right with something on it. 

“Try this! It’s mine and Johnny’s favourite. He should be here.” The man speaks. 

“Yes, they are late. I worry.” Gim says. Marsha bites off the food and smiles as everyone watches her. She swallows. 

“It was good. Or I would of spit it out. I will try everything.” Marsha speaks. 

Suddenly, the doors to the place are burst open fast with the man Marsha was familiar with carrying an injured man. Right behind him two more guys were carrying someone else by the legs and arms. Finally, a woman was limping in dragging a duffle bag.  

“They ambushed us! Smashed are car right off a bridge!” The one guy is sat on the table as the other two lay the other down. The woman just leans against the halfway before the descending steps.  

“Yeah, those fucking bastards tried to take me.” The woman shouts in anger. She pulls out her gun, “I gave them what they deserved.” 

Marsha quickly runs to the guy laying down. Glass was all throughout his body. “I need tweezers! Tongs! Scissors, thread, floss, alcohol, bandages! There must be a 1st aid box around here somewhere.” Fast, Marsha begins to cut the clothing off the man. She dumps Sake all over his body and he grunges loudly. She pours it over all the utensils and her hands. There were no tweezers in the 1st aid box, but the kitchen staff brought her an assortment of tongs.  

“We broke off most of the glass and just left them lodged in. I hope he will be alright.” A man speaks. 

“He should be fine. It doesn’t look like they went in too deep, but we will find out.” Marsha grabs the ice tongs. The ends have 3 spokes. She begins removing the glass. One piece at a time it is removed, followed by sake, cotton, and a bandage. A few she left unbandage. A needle and thread was prepped from the 1st aid box.  She grabs the plaiting tongs that look similar to tweezers to grab part of the thread with. The needle enters the skin and Marsha wraps it around the plaiting tongs twice and slides the loops over the end of the thread. Time passes and this gentleman is all better, for the time being. She walks over to the man sitting up hunched. “Can you remove your clothes on your own.  

“Maybe, but my finger is all messed up too.” He replies and holds his hand out. 

Marsha rests the man’s hand over her open palm and starts to brush the jammed finger. She looks at the man and asks him, “How many lions do you own? I am looking into a giraffe for my apartment and need to know of a place to send it when it misbehaves.” 

Everyone looks puzzled and confused. The man begins to ask her in an angry and disoriented manner, “What are…ahg!” Marsha pulled on his finger and unjammed it. 

“Sorry, it works better if your brain is distracted. Tell me what’s going on with your chest.” The man removes his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. 

“Thanks, my finger is better. It hurts to breath on my right side.” The guy says with a slight struggle. Marsha examines him. He flinches on areas of his back and chest, but not anywhere else. 

“Any numbness or tingling?” She asks and grabs a food item off the table.  

“No.” He answers. 

“I need you to eat this.” She feeds him something from chopsticks and he has no difficulty consuming it.  

“How did you know that was my favorite? Can I have another?” He speaks. 

“I didn’t, I just had to see if you could eat. She brings the plate over to him. She hands the chopsticks to him and pulls them away when he tries to grab them. She does this a few times until he just starts to eat with his fingers smiling at her. “That’s good. Your vision and reflexes are just fine. She rests her forehead on his for a moment. “No fever or headache. I say just a broken rib or two. They will heal in 2 months. Ice and pain relief. Sleep on your back as much as possible with a wall of pillows on each side. Nothing more I can do.” Marsha walks over to the woman who is leaning on one leg. “I can tell already your femur looks like it is out of the pelvis or hip bone. Dislocated hip. As a woman you’re in luck. But, this typically doesn’t happen in a car collision.” 

“That’s cause I was pulled out of the car by my arm and leg and I held onto the steering wheel and kept my leg in as best possible. I heard my leg snap and grabbed my gun and just laid them all to rest. Damn straight I'm lucky! Can you help me?” The woman explains. “Doesn’t look like I will be driving for a while.” 

“That depends on how resilient you are and I can already tell you are very much so. I am no chiropractor, but I know what to do. I need you to lay down on the table on your stomach.” Marsha watches the woman hobble down the three steps on one leg. She approaches a table. One of the guys grabs her shoulder.  

“Lay off! I can do this myself.” She shouts and looks menacingly at the guy as he shrugs and walks away. Everyone laughs. 

“Typical Nabi! Never wants any help.” A guy states. 

“Hey! That’s cause she knows when she needs it and in this case she is still able. I feel without a gun she still would of taken them fools out.” Another adds in. 

“That is also why she is one of our best!” Gim speaks. Marsha pushes slightly above Nabi's tail bone and lower spine. She reaches around and grabs her hips. Tapping the lower spine again, she runs up the spinal cord. A quick massage between the shoulder blades to make sure the rest of her spine is aligned. 

“That feels nice! Maybe later you can get back to that.” Nabi speaks as Marsha returns to her feet. 

“I need a broom stick or pole of some sort. You can flip over on your back.” Marsha is handed a broom. “Okay, I need you to raise you legs with your knees bent above you.” Nabi struggles some but manages to do so. The broom is placed beneath on knee and over the other. “On the count of three, you need to push your legs toward the broom with each leg. I will apply some pressure and when I stop, you stop.” Nabi does so and after breaths heavily some. “A couple more times.” Eventually they all hear a pop and she screams. Nabi drops her legs fast. “We're not done. I need you to cross your wrists in an X shape with open palms face out. Lift your legs bent again and place your hands between the knees. At the same time separate your hand while pushing on them with your knees.  

Pop 

“Ahg!” Nabi shouts and sits up. She stands and manages to walk to the table and sit down. “That will do for now. Thanks a lot. I'm hungry.” 

“Yes, let’s all eat and give thanks to Marsha to doing a magnificent job!” Dae Gi speaks and raises a glass of Sake. Everyone is brought glasses and they all cheer together with glasses clinking all around. Immediately, Marsha is handed another glass and all the ones who were injured gladly take more. She notices the guys sitting next to her grabbing a certain food right away. The first she was given. 

“Johnny.” Marsha speaks calmly.  

He drops his chopsticks and looks around the table seriously. “Who told her?” Everyone smiles and some laugh. 

“You just did. By your favourite food and your response.” Marsha tilts her head to look at him take a bite and looks away as she nudges him.  

“So, Marsha, will you be able to help Mr. Seung?” Someone asks. 

“Shhh! You know better! Not the time to speak of that.” Mr. Seung says. 

“Llbureo geureon geon ani eyo.” The guy speaks and looks down at his plate and continues to eat. 

Marsha is walking to the elevator with Mr. Seung and Mr. Seung Jr. The injured were with them and the rest took the stairs. To the room above the club they all proceeded. A medical examination table/chair was set up with some lights on a wheel over stand. Another rolling table was set up with various examination tools. Mr. Seung took a seat on the table. 

“I'm not sure if you need to examine me, but my blood work from this morning and a manila envelope with my medical file are available to you.” Mr. Seung says. A woman hands a large thick manila envelope to her. Everyone takes seat around the room. Half of them at the bar. Marsha opens the file and walks over to the examination area. A chair is brought over to her and she takes a seat, while an end table is placed next to her. Marsha examines all sorts of medical paper work, x-rays, and documentation. 

“I…I…I need time to think. As you probably know, your heart is failing. A…a transplant will be needed. I have already stated my stance on that. But…” Marsha sets all the paperwork on the end table next to her and looks into the eyes of her patient. “My job is to help others and save lives. At the cost of another, I refuse and forbid. But, if I am given time, I may have a solution. I…I just need to look into it further.” She looks away and towards the ground. “As of today, there is nothing I can do.”  

Marsha is escorted home. By Johnny in his sport car, she expected him to just leave her, but he walked her all the way to her apartment. She went to unlock her apartment, and turned around. A kiss was forced upon her. Johnny leaned in and down to her with one arm against her apartment door and the other around her waist. Willingly, she accepted him. 

Johnny slowly pulled away from the kiss and gazed into her eyes, the hand around her waist lowered to her hips as the one leaning on the door went around shoulders. He held her closely and said, “Now, is not the time…” He ran off down the hall and entered the stair well. Marsha stood there gazing in his direction with a sense of blocked and loss.  

Ding 

The elevator doors opened, and Henry was exiting. He walked up to Marsha with a giant smile. “Mo! You were right! She loves me as me! I even mentioned you, and she decided she wanted to be a surgeon just like you!” He rushed forth and hugged her. As he looked at her and took a step back, “what’s wrong? I have never seen you make that face before.” 

Marsha shook her head and places a hand in Henry's shoulder, “It’s nothing. I'm happy for you! And I encourage her to be a surgeon! If you ever want me to talk to her about my profession I will.” She taps him on the shoulder and shoves him down the hall, “Run along! Your mother is waiting! His name is Johnny!” After, Marsha makes her way into her apartment where her dog was waiting for her excitedly. Marsha took some valerian root and melting right away with a multi vitamin. In a few hours she was passed out within her bed by 9 p.m. 

Sunday morning…… 

Marsha awakes after 6 a.m. and makes herself breakfast. Taking in the accounts of everything that had happened the previous two days was racing through her mind. Eggs, two of them, over medium, with toaster waffles, and an easy pre deep fried hash brown patty covered her plate. After she ate, a glass of 2% milk was quickly chugged down. This Sunday went by as usual. Walking her dog, going to the convince store across her complex, conversations here and there, all with her avoiding her mysterious new friend of a boy, and of course being around her apartment aimlessly full of anxiety. In the evening, she spent much time reviewing her notes from school, looking to information on the internet, and looking into something experimentally she knew she had the skills of to accomplish if all her research was correct. Monday morning came, and she made her way to the hospital for another week of work. The 1st thing Marsha did, was find Rex. Without him, she would not be where she is now. His training, his belief in her with the hospital, and more importantly ability to always motivate her to do her best.  

“Marsha!” Dr. Rex Kleen, rushed to Marsha as she exited the surgeons locker room. Are you ready? I am! I would not ask of anyone else to run my place in my absence!” He starts to walk down the hallway of the hospital and proceeds to explain the up keep she needs to tend to during his absence. The day ends and goes by fast with Marsha stepping in on all sorts of medical calls for surgery. She had a day roaming around with an ambulance, facing walk ins directly to the facility, and of course appointments set prior in advance. The weekend nears, and Marsha was placed on call. Saturday evening struck and she hurried to a conflict caused a few blocks over from her complex. Upon arriving, she could see many Hispanic men, in suits, needing aid, and some other Asian men also begging her. Left with the decision of whom to help first, she stopped there and stared. Before her mind could come to a decision, Marsha was brutally hit in the head and dragged off of the scene. A bag was placed over her head. Unknown voices conversing woke her. Nothing but darkness could be seen with her head blindfolded and within a bag. A deep muffled and distorted voice began to speak to her. 

“Marsha! You are given one chance to save yourself. We suggest you take it, or your life will no longer exist. We know the leader of the Kkangpae needs your skills. The way society has been, finding a new heart is useless! Join us, and your life will be spared. Left to presume it how it has been. Refusal of our side, may result  in your termination.” Her mask is removed and she is presented with a group of Hispanic males. Or the La Eme! Before she could say anything, she is bashed on the side of the head, less forceful than before. A man walks in front of her, facing away. A tattoo of the caduceus could be seen on his back. Marsha wakes up inside a hotel room. Panicked and worried she feels around all of her body. As she sits up and looks to the side a note on the end table could be seen with her name on it. It specifies she has until the end of the next week to make her decision. Marsha walks out of the hotel and knows where she is at. A long walk back to her apartment leaves her with much to think about.  

At this point, 2 mafia gangs have dragged her away. But, only one showed her decency. While, the other only implemented acts of what the media has portrayed them to be. At work the next week, it was just as hectic in the beginning. One of the nights, shortly as Marsha got home, the phone rang. 

“What do they want!” Marsha answered in an aggressive frustrated tone, “what?” 

“We have need of you, a car will be there in ten minutes.” The caller hung up. A black van entered the parking lot, and a knock was at her home’s door. Upon answering it, Marsha was surprised to find Nabi at it. Both made there way back to an abandoned building. With many bums outside, broken windows, and the part of town know for unpleasant experiences, Marsha was escorted inside a building. The men she had removed a bunch of glass from was sprawled out on a table. Some of his stitches were still not healed. 

“What do you want?” Marsha stops walking and stares at the man laying on the table.  

“There is something in him, we don’t know what to do." Nabi replies and walks over to the man. She leaned over and rests her head over his chest, covering his face.  

Marsha walks over to the patient and right away notices bad stitching. To her she laughs, and boldly stated “These aren’t my stitches! What an amateur.” A device was shown to her reacting to inside the man’s body. “What is this?”  

“A bomb.” The guy answers.  

Marsha took some steps away from the man, “look, I may be a surgeon, but I know nothing about bombs! What can I do?” 

“Just remove it. Or at least open him up!” Nabi shouts. Marsha is handed a needle.. “Lidocane! Hurry up! Do what you can!” 

“Ok.” Marsha injects the patient at a 90 degree angle with the needle full of lidocaine. A few minutes pass, and Marsha is attempting to locate the bomb with the devices provided to do so. With quick judgement, she slices open the patient. No event a minute passed when the bomb is pulled out and handed to one of the goons. Nabi laughs in excitement and relief. Marsha smiles and closes up her incisions she made while also re doing the poorly made ones. The man grabs Marsha’s hand and thanks her. Nabi cries a few tears and thanks her also. Walking away from the patient, Marsha closes her eyes.  

Footsteps could he heard, and when opening them, Johnny was there smiling at her. He hugs her tightly and praises her, “You did great! You’re great…” 

Marsha is returned home. The next days at work were normal. Not so hectic and she found relief in her job. Knowing she did it and did it well, actually brought comfort to her. By Friday, she entered the locker room to find a surprise.  

“Thank you!” A man turned around to look at Marsha after pulling over his scrubs top shirt. 

“Dr. Kleen!” Marsha stated. “I thought you wouldn’t be back until Monday!” 

“Well, things changed. You did an excellent job while I was away. I’ll figure out a perfect way to thank you. But, for now, I have duties and patients to attend to.” Dr. Rex Kleen exits the locker room. Marsha couldn’t help but think about what she had just seen on his back and over what the outcomes of the future may be. 

Friday had ventured through and Marsha was making her way out of the hospital to go home for another weekend. In the parking garage, a white car full of Hispanic men had snatched her. Driving off quickly, they tie her ankles and wrists. Duct tape is placed over her mouth fast and she falls to the floor of the backseat from a sharp turn.  

Ping, ping, ping 

Some bullets enter the car and one of the men falls on top of her clenching his being. The windows role down for firing at a black car chasing them down. Marsha sits up to see Nabi driving with other men out the windows firing. Another man falls over her. A gun is pointed directly at Marsha’s head as she is pulled up and over the center console some. 

“Help them, or die!” He speaks. The restraints are removed from her wrists and a knife is handed to her. Soon after she was shoved back in the center seat, a 1st aid box is placed next to her. She does her best to remove the first bullet. A fast turn is taken, and she tilts the knife sideways through the man’s body. He wails and Marsha panics. To the next man, another bullet is removed. A few minutes pass and suddenly… 

Boom, crash, thud 

The car collided into another vehicle with another impaling the side and it rolls. When it stops, Marsha shoves two of the guys off her and crawls out of the wreck. A hand is placed in her face. Nabi, was their to aid her as a guy untied her legs. Firing of bullets began and everyone ducked fast. The two men in the front of the white car crawled out firing their weapons. One was smacked across the head with the back of a fire extinguisher by Johnny and the other shot down by Nabi. Marsha watches the one begin to bleed out reaching up to the sky with one hand and the other on a wound.  

Johnny drops the fire extinguisher and runs to Marsha grabbing her hand. “Let’s go!” 

“No!” Marsha breaks free and runs to the bleeding man from the gun. She removes the bullet and lays him over her lap. 

“Fph…Fea…Fed…erico!” The man whispers and passes out. Marsha takes a stand and rests him down gently. Her eyes shut and she makes a fist at her side while looking down to the side. 

“My job is to help save lives… Even at the risk of my own. I'm…I'm sorry.” Marsha begins to cry a tear. Another white car shows up and begins firing. Johnny tackles Marsha to the ground and the black car is drove beside them. Both enter the vehicle and Nabi drives off with others shooting out the windows to defend their escape. Marsha is sitting in the middle of the back seat and hugs her legs as she cries. Confused and uncertain she is feeling. The car beings to slide and skid through and intersection, barely missing traffic. Marsha is tossed into Johnny, who embraces her. The car is corrected and takes off fast. The rival gang is lost and they make their way to an abandoned factory of some sort. Inside, another vehicle awaited them. A small SUV. Marsha had walked away and began to star blankly at the ground thinking. 

“I get it. You’re confused. What we’re asking of you may go against some of your beliefs. But, trust me. You will get used to it.” Johnny states. 

Marsha turns around angry and tears falling from her face. An arm flails out to the side as she hunched over some grabbing her chest with the other hand, “Used to it! People died today! Because of me! Because of you. All of you! I may be a medical professional, but seeing humans against each other it’s…it’s…it’s just wrong!” She hugs herself. Johnny walks over and warps his arms around her and she cries into his chest. “I'm sorry…” She whispers. “I know…I am not used to this…they were so mean to me!” Johnny rests his chin upon her head and begins to pet the back of her head with one hand as he closes his eyes and squeezes her tighter with the other arm. 

“C'mon! Marsha, give me your keys and we will get your car back home for you. But, for now, we have somewhere else to be.” Nabi interrupts. Marsha complies. A couple hours pass and they drive into the mountains. To a mansion, secluded, and out of the way of common man. The entire place looked like a ginormous log cabin. Everyone makes there way inside. Into a lounge Mr. Seung is breathing into his oxygen machine staring at a fireplace from a fancy chair.  

“Marsha…” Mr. Seung coughs, “Please, come sit. Relax. I wish I could greet you more appropriately.” She listens and sits at the end of a couch closest to him as everyone else sits. “I know today was not easy for you. What I’m asking, is not something I wish you choose to do for us, but as your professional standard in the medical profession.” He coughs some more. “Federico Alamenta is a wicked man! If you give us time, we can surely show you why. But, that is not our goal. My goal now, is to live and make sure he is stopped.” He turns to look at Marsha. We’re really not bad people. Some of the things may go against the law, but never in harm of others. Now, Federico… His organization is always in it for profit! The differences between he and I, I bring in a boat if illegals and help them get mediocre jobs. Where as Federico, he will bring them in as slaves and peasants. Not helping them succeed or fulfill dreams. Just whatever he can profit from.” He coughs. 

“I can help you. Well, maybe. Without the aid of others. But…it’s…it’s experimental. Very much so.” Marsha interrupts and kneels beside Dae Gi Seung on the ground. She takes his hand within hers and looks up at him, “I can make you a new heart. I will just need time, and spinach leaves within a lab, oh and a pigs heart. I…” Marsha looks at the fire away from him, “I believe you and understand I will need to adjust. I’m aware of what the Alamenta boys do.” Marsha stands. 

“Before you leave…” Mr. Seung coughs and looks at Marsha. “You are very well skilled in your talents. I ask you, not as Dae Gi Seung, but as leader of the Kkangpae to help us all in times of medical need. Doing so, we must accept your approval properly. You will be rewarded by whatever you wish. Do you accept?” 

Marsha looks at Johnny, around at everyone else and back at the leader of the Kkangpae. She bows, “Yes…” Mr. Seung snaps. Two men come in and walk Marsha to a medical room. She is placed within the chair and her arm is put within a restraint.  

“This will hurt, but many deal with it.” A guy says and sits down while grabbing her arm. A instrument is turned on with a needle at the end and ink nearby on a tray. 

“Is that a tattoo gun?” Marsha asks with panicked curiosity. She gasps and takes a deep breath. After a minute, she exhales and just relaxes her head on her shoulder in the opposite direction of the tattoo gun. Her hand is grabbed and she looks. 

“You'll look so cute being nervous! I will be here the entire time. Tell me about yourself? What got you into surgery? When was the first time you saw blood?” Johnny asks and wheels over a chair to sit on next to Marsha. 

With a bit if struggle, Marsha answers, “When I was 14. I…I had been in a coma for five days. I remember it. Being unable to move, wake up, speak, not knowing what was reality or a dream, and just all over unknown. I could hear everyone around me. I could feel the pain applied to me to try and wake me up. But…I couldn’t. After 5 days, I woke up, panicked, which had happened a couple times before, but this time all I could do was move my eyes. Slowly, my face could turn to see the machine connected to the tube down my throat and IVs next to it. I started to cry. Pain in my throat from the tube. Pain from all the IVs, two in my right arm, two in my right wrist, one in my left arm, one in my left wrist, one in my foot, and bruising all down the middle of my chest. I could remember a doctor coming in often and pressing his knuckles down the center of my chest. I would cry wanting to wake up and stop him, but couldn’t. I was bruised from the bottom of my neck to my lower rib. A heart monitor was attached to my chest with a pulse reader on my toe and finger. A catheter was of course placed within me. Anyways, my parents never cared. They never would cater to anything regarding me in my life. Eventually, I ran away. Playing video games and watching anime was something I never gave up. One day, I was cosplaying at an Anime Expo and a Dean of a major university talked to me. He convinced me to pursue surgery and that I would excel at it. I took his words and so, here I am. Without him, I may of fallen into the run down of society years ago. But, he helped me and everyday I live to help others. When I get to save a life or change it, there is nothing more rewarding!” Marsha continues to speak with Johnny for hours. He explains how the Kkangpae found him at the point of uncertainty of what to do with his life. He made friends and excelled greatly with them. The sun rose and the smell of bacon filled everyone’s noses. 

“Done!” The tattoo artist wiped Marsha arm and pulled her up to stance toward a full length mirror. Marsha flexes and looks at her arm. The caduceus, with one snake around the rod with wings, was now tattooed on her arm. Marsha thought back to a memory and froze. “You will earn the other snake later. Let’s eat!” Johnny came over and hugged Marsha from behind. He looked her in the eyes through the mirror. 

“Looks good!” Johnny spoke. 

Marsha shook her head. “Of course. It goes good with my other tat.” 

“What other tat? Show me!” Johnny turns Marsha around to face him. She smiles and takes of running toward the smell of bacon.  

Marsha was returned to her apartment complex. Sleeping throughout the Saturday was simple for her this time around. No valerian root or melatonin was needed. Late in the afternoon, she awoke to the phone ringing. With a quick answer, a familiar voice asked her to be ready in an hour. This was easy for Marsha. A fast shower and curl cream was applied to her hair. Other than that, she rarely did much more to her daily routine. Occasionally, make up was applied. Not this time. Marsha was excited for her Saturday evening. A sport car pulled up and Johnny knocked on her door. Right away, she opened it and leaped into his arms with a big hug and kiss. The two made their way to the club. Some dancing and after drinks made the night go by fast. The place began to clear out and Marsha and Johnny made their way to the upstairs of the club. Mr. Seung awaited them, after watching them all evening from his office.  

“Marsha. I need you to go with my crew on a job this morning. It’s certain there will be injuries. But first, you will need to look the part.” Mr. Seung was standing overlooking his club with his hands behind his back. Slowly, he turns around and a woman walks to Marsha handing her a clothing box. Inside, Marsha found a chic black suit. A grey tie and button up shirt was also inside. “Your shoes are in the box on the counter behind you. I hope everything fits well. Please, use the shoji. Of course this is the first attire of many and I expect it to be covered in blood when you all get back.” Marsha goes behind the foldable wall. Johnny attempts to watch and she moves the wall to barricade herself between it and the room wall. Marsha bends over to remove and put on pants. Johnny stood on his tip toes and looked over at her and quickly walked away before she noticed. Marsha walks out to see Johnny leaning back on the bar counter smirking a smile at her. She walks over and opens the shoe box. Inside were dark grey leather boots with a slight heel, buckles, and tied up to the knees. “I wasn’t sure how well you did in heels and just went with some basic ones for now.” A mirror was behind the bar and Marsha checks herself out. The elevator door opens with Nabi in the same outfit, and some other men in similar suits. Johnny walked behind the shoji to change his attire. 

“Thank you!” Marsha says with a giant smile on her face and making poses in the mirror. She looks at Mr. Seung's reflection. 

“Goma woyo! Say it with me, go…ma…woo…yo.” Mr. Seung says and begins to cough. Marsha turns around and walks to him as he approaches his oxygen. 

“Go…ma…woo…yo. Goma woyo.” Marsha smiles at Mr. Seugn who takes a seat within a chair. “Goma woyo.” 

“Beol malsseu meuiyo!” He coughs, “My pleasure. Everyone go, it’s time for me to go home and rest.” Everyone takes the elevator down and walks into the alley behind the club. A black van was awaiting them. Johnny opens the sliding door on the side and gestures Marsha in. Nabi took the wheel with a man in the passenger seat and two more entered through the back. Marsha becomes nervous and Johnny grabs her hand after he buckles up. Their hands hang between the middle seats. In the back were two benches down the side and a large container in the middle. Curtains covered the back interior behind the men sitting. What caught Marsha’s interest was a giant metal black case with the caduceus on it between the driver seat and passenger in front of her. They drove for a while and entered the major city it was almost dawn and traffic was beginning to pick up.  

To an industrial section they drove. Parking near a large building, the curtains were removed from the back to reveal weapons. Everyone stocked up. Marsha just watched. Johnny held a gun out to her by it’s handle. Marsha's eyes widened as she froze. He laughed and put it in his holster.  

“Here! This is all you need.” Nabi hands Marsha the large black metal case and the van is locked up. They all begin to walk across the parking lot to the side of a building. Some of the lights turn off from the sun starting to rise about the area. One of the men grapples up to the roof with a sniper rifle and walkie. A few shots are fired minutes later. Everyone begins running around the building to the next one. Marsha looks at the fallen men on the ground. Darts impaled there necks, they were still alive and just sleeping. The man from the roof joins them and they all rush into one of the large buildings. Inside, they aim their fire arms at a secretary. She raises her hands in the air while pleading for her life and family. The glass between us was shattered and the secretary was pulled over the desk on to the ground. Three of the men rushed off after Johnny looked at a surveillance camera and nodded to them. Duct tape went around the secretary fast, the mouth first, wrists, elbows, ankles, knees and then to a water cooler.  

Gun shots could be heard down the hall as Marsha crossed an intersection with Johnny and Nabi. “Stay low, and out of sight as much as possible.” Johnny tells Marsha as her and Nabi leaned against some double doors and burst into the largest room of the building. They began to scream and point weapons all over. A shot was fired at Marsha and she fell to the ground avoiding it as Johnny shot down a couple men up in the rafters. “Everyone in the corner! Now!” Johnny shouted and lots of people just stared at them with their hands up. He shoots one in the leg. “I said now! Except the patients.” He waves Marsha toward him as Nabi holds everyone in the corner. Around the room were many people feeling ill and frightened.  

“What’s wrong with them?” Marsha asks. One of the ill grabs Marsha’s arm and leans up to her. She us startled and breaths heavily at first from fear. 

“Kill me! Just fucking kill me! It wasn’t worth it!” The man falls back on the table and begins to mope loudly from pain. Marsha raises his shirt to find stitches over his stomach. Next to him, a man was unconscious with an incision bleeding out over his abdomen. She rushes over to that man and looks inside the wound. Directly into the intestines she spotted something plastic. Pulling it out slowly a long bag came out. Heavy and sharp, Johnny snatches it from her hands and places it within a bag. Marsha sews up this patient and moves back to the first man, who is exhibiting high amounts of pain from within his stomach. The anesthesia is nearby and Marsha administers it fast. The man passes out. Carefully, she removes the stitching.  

“This person was done by a professional. Where as some of the other patients around the room have amateur stitching and slicing.” The stomach is torn open and this man was bleeding internally. “I…I don’t think this man is going to make it. Even if I hadn’t re opened him up he had major internal bleeding. What sort of person would do this! What could possibly have been placed in here that these measures were taken?” Marsha is worried and sweating. Inside the stomach, she reaches in with both hands. Slowly, a giant stone was pulled out. Covered in blood, mucus, and flesh it looks black and is heavy. It is handed to Johnny who places it in a shopping bag within the other bag. The next three people Marsha checked, were already dead. Same things, bag with stones inside them and large stones. Only a couple more people remained who were wailing in pain to just kill them. “I can’t do that, but if your like the others, there is probably nothing I can do. Your stiches don’t look done by a professional and make the situation more bleak.” 

A woman begins to roll her eyes into the back of her head muttering, “Federico…Fed…erico… Al…al…Alementa.” She dies and Marsha begins to cry. Someone wakes up and begins to panic screaming! 

“Get it out! Get it out of me! Ahhhgg!” Marsha rushes over to him and tries to relax him. He starts to scream and turn very bright red.  

Pow, pow, pow 

Marsha drops to the ground as the man was shot in the head and twice in the chest by La Eme rushing in. Falling back on the table, the man's arm drapes off the edge with blood running down in front of Marsha’s face. Firing could be heard back and forth between the two groups. Everyone cowering in the corner runs off. One of them grabs Marsha from behind and attempts to drag her off with a scalpel in hand she places it near the artery in the shoulder in a reflexed attempt to free herself. 

Pow 

He is shot in the head from behind. The three other men join in and everyone begins to rush out. “Let’s move! We got enough!” Johnny yells. They make it back to the van, all unharmed and yes, Marsha was indeed covered in blood. She sulks over thinking of the patients who died. The one she may have been able to help, having been shot right before her. A large sapphire is pushed in her face with some blood still on it. 

“Look at the size of this thing!” One of the men gloats. As two others are cleaning off all sorts of gemstones.  

“260 grams! This is one of the largest in the world! Go ahead, take it.” Another Kkangpae says. Marsha looks away and out the window. Johnny grabs it and puts it in his pocket.  

“Don’t worry about them. The way we see it, if they were all doomed for death, why let the ones who did that to them succeed in there endeavours? You did great! You are great!” Johnny encourages Marsha and gets her to look at him. She grabs his hand and smiles after. He leans in and kisses her. 

The next week at the hospital… 

A man was brought in for immediate surgery. Marsha was called fast to the surgical room and began to help prep. Dr. Rex was leading and the second the patient was uncovered, Marsha froze. It was one of the people she removed gemstones out of.  

“Marsha! Focus! His x-rays show a large object obstructing his intestines and something in his stomach. It already looks like he was opened up and re stitched. So, I will go in from the other side. I just need to make sure I can get it from this side.” Dr. Kleen takes over the situation and Marsha aids him. Not too much time passes and he pulls out a large diamond. Nearly 2 inches in diameter from the stomach. The man is re sealed up and Marsha examines the previous wound carefully. The intestines were cut open and another diamond was removed. Rex holds it up to Marsha. “Would you look at the size of these!” He picks up both and holds them in front of his face and looks at Marsha through them. “Twins! The way I see it, if this man can account for them, we may be able to claim them. I could retire!” 

“Doctor! The patient!” Marsha begins to prep a needle. 

“Right.” He turns around and sets down both diamonds. After, he returns to the patient to seal him back up. Marsha was happy to find this man was to be saved and wondered if some of the others from the weekend made it. She left the room as soon as Dr. Rex picked up the diamonds again to gawk at them.  

She sat in the locker room staring inside her locker. She remembers all of them. The man today, he was the one she sealed up first. But, today, it was sealed up differently than how she did them. Someone had re opened up that man and deliberately placed those diamonds through the same opening and mimicked her stitching.  

Marsha takes a seat in the cafeteria across from Trent and next to Bob who is next to Dave.  

“Ready for this weekend? You can leave your car here and I will just take you home. My wife’s friend rented a limo scheduled to pick everyone up.” Trent asks. 

“Yeah. I may bring someone, if that’s alright.” Marsha says. 

“Psh! I don’t give a damn. I hate that couple and whatever it takes to make the night good and my wife happy, do it!” Trent answers. 

“Marsha!” Paula shouts across the room and rushes over. She takes a seat next to Trent. “Marsha! I can’t believe what I heard about your case this morning. Why would someone go through all that trouble?” 

“What happened?” Trent asks. 

“Someone put cubic zirconia inside a man. By the reports, he had been cut open a few times before this. A couple similar cases were reported at another hospital. But, those needed up having stolen items of real value. These were just fakes. Were they trying to copy them?” Paula answers. 

“Cubic zirconia? They didn’t look or feel fake to me. Are you sure? How did this already get processed that fast?” Marsha wonders and thinks back to seeing the twin diamonds hours earlier.  

“Well, it was sent in really fast. If you want, I will show you the file and call the reports with it after lunch?” Paula speaks. 

Lunch passes and Paula let’s Marsha into her office within the hospital. On her computer the file was pulled up of the man brought in those morning Marsha helped save and had an encounter with before. The two examine the files and photographs together. Marsha is confused and uncertain what to think. At the same time, she does not want to cause suspicion to arise. The two return to their daily tasks throughout the hospital.  

The end of the day nears and Marsha is uncertain. So many things are rushing through her mind. She doesn’t go home right away and drives around aimlessly. Her cell phone rings with Johnny’s name and face on the screen. Marsha had no idea how his number was in her phone, or even a photo of him. Quickly answering she says, “hello.” 

“Are you okay? What happened? Where are you?” Johnny is frantic. 

“I'm in my car. What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Marsha is stopped at a stoplight. When the light turns green she is rammed through the intersection by a white car behind her. A few others surround her and a bunch of men pull her out of the vehicle. Her phone is dropped and Johnny hears the whole thing. Marsha is hand cuffed around her wrists and ankles. Duct tape was placed over her mouth and a bag over the head. Johnny ends his phone call and looks around Marsha's ransacked apartment. He comforts her cowering dog who came out from under a flipped chair to greet him and feeds him. With no sign of Marsha, Johnny leaves the apartment and is picked up fast in a black SUV. Marsha was driven around aimlessly, she could not track where she was being taken. Forced out of the car and to walk into a building, after stumbling into people, walls, and objects, she was forced to take a seat in a chair.  

“So, you’re the gifted Marsha I have heard so much about.” The bag was ripped off her head. “My name is Federico Alamenta. The leader of the La Eme, or Mexican Mafia in this area.” A healthy robust Hispanic male begins to monologue. “Born in Mexico, raised, it runs through my blood.” Mexico spoken with a heavy accent making Mexico sound like Mek-ee-co, the man turns around and walks around slowly. “My father runs our organization from there still and me being the middle child of 5, with 3 bothers and one sister, I could not take over after him. So, here I am holding afoot our name within this good ole city to make sure we are not undermined, not taken out of history, and not left as 2nd bananas to others!” He smacks a table and leans on top with both hands flat upon it while making direct eye contact with Marsha. “Your Kkangpae are disrupting that! Disrupting my plans. All my hard work.” He stands up and begins to pace. “I would really like those gemstones back. You have no idea what a burden that has been in our pockets. Not to mention unhappy clients. That’s never a good thing for business. I know Mr. Seung is not well. I also know if I remove you from the picture, his chances of survival, not only for him, but his entire organization, will be going down!” The tape is ripped off Marsha's face roughly. 

Marsha grunts and says, “What do you want? Are you going to kill me?” 

Federico laughs, “Kill you? Maybe…but not just yet. We could use someone like you too.” He walks over to something covered in a white sheet. Underneath it was a box. He unhooked some latches and inside were many needles. “Botox! Plastic surgery! That’s where the money is. And…who doesn’t want to look this good,” He licks his finger and runs it across and eye brow as he raises it in a flirtatious manner, “or want every wife to be better looking?” 

Marsha begins to laugh, “I'm not a plastic surgeon. I can’t do that. I never learned it. You got the wrong person.” 

“Maybe that’s what you think, but to learn it would be very simple for someone like you. Gifted and of course,” He walked close to her and rubs his hand along the side of her face. After he grabbed her chin and shook her face side to side, “beautiful, like you.” Marsha pulls her face away in disgust. Federico snuffs, “Don’t worry, you just need time to think it over. I will be back, in three days. You can give me your answer then.” He walks out of the room as his men tie her to the chair she sits in along with the hand cuffs. Marsha is left by herself in an empty factory. 

“Help!” Marsha screams.  

On a nearby speaker Federico Alementa speaks, “Scream all you want, but nobody will hear you! Best save your energy to survive.” Static takes over and the frequency cuts out. The lights turn off and Marsha is left in the dark restrained. A few minutes pass and she attempts to shimmy her chair. With no luck, due to it cemented down, she begins to cry. 

Earlier… 

Candice is walking into the apartment complex with Trever holding her hand. She worries when some men get out of their vehicle and swiftly join them in the elevator. Neither one hits a button, and she pulls her son in close to her as she takes out her phone to send a message to her husband, Lyle. They all step out onto the floor and Candice stops as she purposely drops her keys. 

“Hold on a moment Trev, mama’s gone and been clumsy again.” Candice worries over the men just standing around them in the hall. Button up shirt, not buttoned up all the way to show much of their chests, and half washed out Jean’s. It was night and both men had sunglasses on. Slowly, she stands and walks fast down the hall.  

“Tell us which home is Marsha's!” One of the men shouts and shoves Candice into the wall. 

“Mommy!” Trevor shouts and is lifted off the ground kicking his feet around. 

“Marsha? I don’t know any Marsha!” Candice replies. “Let go of my son! And let us be!” 

“212! That’s her residence! Tell me about her! Right now!” The man insists. 

“212? That’s where Mo lives. As long as we have been her. There is Jake on the other side of us. That new couple with the lovely baby that moved in across the hall and…” Candice evades. 

“Drop my son! And my wife! Right now! And we will not have any issues!” Candice’s husband is pointing a gun at the man restraining his son. The man sets him on the ground and he takes off fast toward him. “Okay, now my wife!” Glaring with much aggression he begins to move his finger towards the trigger. The man release Candice and take a step back with his hands opened near his shoulders. 

“Fine! But, we still must search 212! Go!” The man speaks and Candice runs off. The two men break into Marsha’s apartment. Inside, they found no photos, or evidence that it was her residence. The entire place was ransacked. A couple hours pass and Johnny showed up. Exiting the elevator, he had flowers and was concerned right away when seeing Marsha’s front door open. Slowly, he pulled out a hand gun and approached the doorway. He could hear the men inside as he leaned against the wall in the hall. Counting to 3, he rushed in and before the two men could fire, he shot upon them.  

“Leave! Right now!” Johnny shouts and aims his weapon at them. Both men comply as Johnny searches the place fast. Johnny picks up Raynor and calls Marsha’s cell phone. He had a photo of her looking out the window in the van on their way up the mountains to Mr. Seugn’s private cabin in his phone for her. She answers and hears the commotion of being captured.  

Just before the call was ended he heard a voice. “She’s ours now. Or she will be terminated.” Someone speaks as the call ends. Johnny feeds Raynor and grabs her spare keys off the wall. When exiting the apartment and locking it up, he was approached by Lyle and Candice. 

“Those were men of the La Eme!” Lyle speaks. “Dangerous and not to be trifled with.” 

“Please! Help Mo! I can sense it! She needs you!” Candice pleas. 

“I know some guys, and will have them start to keep an eye around.” Lyle places a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Mo is family to us!” 

“Bring her back!” Candice finishes Lyle's sentence. Johnny nods and takes off running. Without hesitation, he enters his sports car and drives off fast. The flowers he had were left lying on the floor in the middle of Marsha’s living room. Unsure what to do, or where to go, he makes many phone calls. 

Marsha wakes up and is upset to find herself restrained and alone inside an abandoned factory of some sort. “Ugh! Not here! I was hoping it was some sort of terrible dream. But, I am expecting…well, how can I expect it if it hasn’t happened already. How will anyone find me?” Marsha looks down at the ground. A rat walks by and she flinches. As she raises her head back, she is blinded by a beam of sunlight entering through a window atop of the factory wall. “I bet you he sat me in the worst place possible for sun. I need some sun glasses. But, I ain’t gettn' any!” The rat walks closer to Marsha and she boots it across the room. “Vermin! Get out of here. I ain’t dead yet.” With another attempt to shimmy the chair, Marsha has no luck and gives up. With nothing to do or any way of freeing herself, she just cries talking to herself.  

The day goes by and the afternoon sun was just as blinding to Marsha as the sunrise. At this point, she has cried so much, there are no more to leave her tear sockets. So much pain filled her middle section from the urge to pee. “I need to pee! I can’t find myself to do so. Not like this!” Static could be hear over the radio. 

“Okay, I will give you the decency of a restroom break, but nothing else.” Only a few minutes pass and three men enter. They untie her as guns are aimed with the cuffs removed. To a bathroom she was brought. This place had been unused and abandoned for some time. No water was in the bowls of the toilets with the entire place being grotesque. Marsha finds relief and admits many signs of happiness as she used the restroom. Around the stall she frantically looked around. Nothing could be of aid to her. “Hurry up!” Federico's voice could be heard over speakerphone. 

“I…I need some famine products. And some iron would be nice, but if you want me to just bleed all over, so be it. I would really like a shower and fresh clothes too, but I know that is asking too much.” Marsha speaks in the hope to by her some time.  

“I can’t resist a pretty lady. The last thing I want is for you to be unappealing to me. Right now, you have accomplished that! Stay put.” Federico speaks over the phone. The call is ended and one of the men walks out of the restroom.  

“Suppose these machine still work? Got any quarters?” He chuckles, “heh! Quarters? Who uses physical money these days. I'll be right back. I could use a case or two to pass time while we stand guard anyways.” The man leaves and two are left guarding Marsha. To herself, she thinks about 2 is less than 3, but she could not take them on. Then, it hits her. She may not have to take them on, but misleading them, that could work.  

“So, what am I to do? Just sit here?” Marsha asks. 

“Yes, stay put! Do not exit the stall.” One of the men states. Marsha waits until the men take to conversation. “So, ah…did you pull the travel card this month?” 

“Nah! I did it last month. To be honest, I enjoyed it a lot! Getting to move about the state is nice. I just wish we spent more time in the mountains. If I were some mob goon, that’s where I would stay held up. No cell phones or satellites to track you. Less human activity, and hey, if you murder someone, just toss them off the ledge, right?” The men laugh and Marsha has her pants off from her scrubs attire for work. They are placed within her shoes and draped over the toilet bowl to simulate her still sitting on it as she crouches on top. Taking a chance, she crawls underneath the stalls. Grossed out by what was in the next stall, along with the dirty floors, she does her best to ignore it all.  

“Man! Did you see how smokin’ Arnaldo's wife was! If only I could land a broad like that!” one of the men speaks.  

“Ha! The day you get a woman 6ft tall, 25 inch waist line, and world class breasts is the day I could retire and not worry about my divided parents care in the home.” The other man speaks. Marsha manages to escape from them and exit the woman’s bathroom of the factory. Looking around the giant empty room, she can see the chair she was restrained in along with lots of crates and boxes all over the place. Some sort of control room or executives office over looked the whole area from above and 2 hallways were labeled with entrance and cafeteria. Marsha had no idea what to do. Emergency exits were sealed and the possibility of climbing to the roof. Instead, she walked to a nearby phone. The line was dead and Marsha looked around for plan B. Opening some of the crates, not only did she find many narcotics, but weapons as well. Never had firing a weapon before, she still felt the appearance of it would aid her. Looking at the two hallways to the cafeteria and lobby, she took the cafeteria. One, she was hungry, and two she felt the men would enter though the lobby or at least have it guarded.  

Marsha panics as the cafeteria doors screech. Unknown to if someone heard, she hides fast within the kitchen nearby. Knives were still dormant and acquired to her being. Marsha looks down at her body wishing for a pair of pants. Instead, a towel is placed around her lower half for the time being. 

Pow-pow-pow, pow, Pow! Pow-pow! 

Firing of guns could be heard. Marsha hides in the cafeteria beneath a table. Some men pour in and she quickly fires out of panic. They all drop to the ground in pain and death. Marsha walks up to them. They attempt to fire at her and she retaliates. Death is brought on quickly for all of the Alementa boys. Marsha exits the cafeteria to find herself looking down a hallway in two directions. One leading back to the factory where she was first tied up and the other to an emergency exit lit up in green neon lighting. 

“Marsha!” Johnny screams. She reacts to his voice and takes off running back to the factories main room from where it came. 

Bursting through some doors, Marsha screams, “Johnny!” The two lock eyes and begin to retaliate toward one another against the La Eme. The men rushing out of the bathroom were easy for Marsha to take out as many others stormed in from all the other exits and doors. It seems that the emergency exits were all left tapped and not actually sealed for easy access to bust open. Johnny and Marsha end up back to back in the center of the room. Both quickly hug and begin firing their weapons over one another’s backs. From there, the two reversed roles and turn around to be back to back again. Both began to run out of clips and the crates began to be more medical supplies versus ammunition. Luckily for them, nobody was left to ambush. Marsha drops her guns and turns around fast to be greeted by a kiss and hug that lifts her off the ground. She is taken back to her apartment. 

The next morning…… 

Marsha awakes in her own bed to find herself embracing Johnny within her arms. Fast, she sits up and looks around. Her entire place is ransacked. Instinctively, her dog runs up to her licking her face as he often does first thing in the morning. She dresses in sweat pants and a hoodie to take him for a walk. Outside, she smiles to see Henry entering a school bus and Candice fighting with Trevor to get in the car as Devon waited for his bus. When Marsha reentered her apartment, she looked at her schedule for the week in an email on her phone. As always, she penciled it into her calendar on the wall, but stopped realizing that was how she had got into the trouble she had been in. Instead, Marsha begins to prep breakfast. Cinnamon waffles, bacon, eggs  and fruit Johnny had walked in and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Marsha couldn’t help but smile, and continue to prep the table. The two ate breakfast and made there way to their occupations. Marsha's car had been impounded and Johnny said he would take care of if when she got off work. Where he said he would be waiting when dropping her off at work in his sports car. 

The day went by fast and easy at the hospital. As told, Johnny was awaiting in the parking garage for Marsha. She worried some, but being around him made her forget so much. The two went to another abandoned looking building. Marsha exited his vehicle and just stared at the facility. As her hand was grabbed by Johnny, she was welcomed entering it to see the outcome. Inside, she found her 2002 red and black convertible VW bug. 

“Hey! Did you know you had a sports version? I was able to do so much! Someone took the labels off the back. Either for mischief or hide if things were done to it! I got it in tip top shape! Plus, some extra!” A mechanic speaks. 

“Good job! Is it ready to drive? We can always bring it back for the rest. Marsha has big plans this weekend.” Johnny explains. 

The mechanic hands him some keys, “Of course it’s ready. Yeah, I still will do more, especially for what you're paying me! It would win any armature street race like this, with everyone behind it!” 

The keys are handed to Marsha and she smiles. The top of her bug is down and the temperature reads 51 degrees. With it being late April, the weather was questionable for good or bad temperatures. Johnny gestures her to drive off as a garage door opens. Marsha drives off with a smile in her bug. With her hair in the wind form the top down and a heart full of love, she makes her way home. The top is replaced and Marsha makes her way back home. Inside her apartment, she had intended to find it still ransacked. None the less, it had been cleaned up already with flowers all around having love notes and Johnny’s name upon them. Marsha laid upon her bed and fell sleep fast thinking about him. The next day was normal and average at work. The weekend struck and Marsha was being awaited in the locker room by Trent.  

“Marsha! Ready for a fun filled time? My wife asked me to give you this.” Trent handed Marsha a grocery bag that had two dresses within it. Both the same and one slightly smaller than the other. Marsha is escorted out of the building by Trent. She sends a message and is greeted by Nabi at the home of Trent and his wife. The three make their way inside. Marsha, Nabi, and Rachel, Trent’s wife, all huddle close for a selfie in their matching dresses. 

“Sorry, Nabi was it, I didn’t your exact size and just guessed. I have some safety pins, if you would like us to pin it.” Rachel states. 

“Please! It is quite alright. A couple pins here and here will be just perfect!” Nabi answers. Marsha and Rachel adjust her dress. The three begin drinking from a bottle and the limo arrives to pick them up. Inside, a group of women shouting to greet them while handing each of them champagne glasses. 

“To a night of freedom!” Rachel toasts. 

“Yeah! Away from our lazy, boring men!” One of the women adds in. 

“To a life full of love and prosperity!” Marsha says. 

“Ooooo!” Most of the women look at her. 

“Sounds like she will be the one catching the bouquet! Or she’s still growing up!” A woman shouts and clinks her glass with half the women. 

“To my wedding, and gods praise that I didn’t get a rotten apple to go with my yeast to make wine in life. Or so else leave it guzzled down the drain in the pity and regret we call life!” The woman getting married claims. The end of clinking happens and all the women take down drinks. More were consumed before there first destination. 

Nabi was really bored and so was Marsha when there first stop was at a spa to have mani pedis. 

“Really? This is your bachelorette party! This is what you do before the wedding or a hot date and anniversary in some of your cases. We started out drinking and sitting here is really bringing me down.” Nabi sits up to look at everyone. Rachel removes cucumbers from her face. 

“Ya' know what? I agree! We all need to all black out tonight!” Rachel states. 

“Yeah! Right on!” Nabi encourages. 

“If I am convinced to not be married after tonight or what I am doing is the right path…so be it! Isn’t that what a bachelorette party is for? Whoo!” The bride to be stands up, as the cucumbers fall off her face. She and Nabi begin to grab everyone’s hands to bring them to a rise. Back to the limo they head. 

“I know of the perfect place!” Nabi suggests and moves herself to the window between the driver and back area of the limo. Not too much times passes and Marsha exits, wobbling form so many drinks, standing out side of Mr. Seung's club. Nabi and her approach the bouncers first. Right away, their group was let in. Inside, all the women gather at a table for more drinks. Right after, they all hit the dance floor. Marsha is caught off guard by a tap on the shoulder. Who to be there to make her smile, but Johnny. Even with fast tempo music, the two found themselves dancing together slowly around a group of others fast. 

“Sorry Johnny, she’s ours for the night!” Nabi grabs Marsha’s hand and rushes to the bar with the group of woman. They begin doing shots. “Give me a case of these bottles! Put it on Marsha’s tab.” The bar tender nods and places the case on the counter. “C' mon! Let’s go!” Everyone heads back to the limo and does more shots.  

“Where are we going now?” Marsha asks. 

The bride to be looks at her watch and says, “It’s already passed midnight! We should probably all head home and get some rest.” 

“Boo!” Nabi shouts. Some of the other woman join in. 

“This is your last night of fun before a lifetime of having to check in and explain everything! Did your fiancé come back this early?” A woman asks. 

“Well, he’s out tonight. He hasn’t actually messaged me all night.” The bride to be answers. 

“Here! I'll call my husband, Trent.” Rachel says. 

“Let me do it! No! Put him on speaker!” Marsha says. 

“Hey Rachel, I hope your nights been better than ours.” Trent says. 

“Hi, Trent!” All the women say at once. 

“Oh geeze, how wasted are all of you? Ya know what, I don’t care, cause I’d rather be with you guys right now. This is the lamest bachelor party I have ever been to. We are golfing. Sober! Sure, being here at night is pretty dope, but sober? For a bachelor party? He says when were done here, which is practically now, were done for the night. Can I drug him? Or order him a broad cake? All our cars are at his place, we have to take the stupid limo back. Sober!” Trent begins to complain. 

“Send me the address!” Nabi demands. “I got an idea.” 

“I know it, what’s your plan?” Rachel asks. Nabi hangs up the phone conversation. “You'll see. Just tell the driver the address. Wait, ya'll aren’t getting married tomorrow, right?” 

“No. That’s next weekend.” The bride to be answers. 

“Good! You won’t be breaking any rules, like that whole can’t see one another 24 hours before the wedding tradition. But first, we need to make a stop at a friend of mine.” Nabi grins at everyone as she pours another round of shots.  

The limo pulls up to a house and drops the women off. They all head to the door carrying shopping bags and liquor. The bride to be unlocks the house and the women all proceed inside. The bride is quickly shoved multiple bags and everyone begins to change into skimpy trashy skanky outfits.  

“Trent says they just pulled into the neighborhood.” Rachel says. Everyone rushes to positions and shuts off the lights. The men all enter and are shocked to see all the woman and right away shots are forces down everyone’s throats. The bride and groom to be are both egged on throughout the night. Mostly everyone passes out after the sun came up. Trent takes his wife home and drops Nabi off with Marsha at her place. Marsha stares at her empty parking space. 

“Don't worry, they got it back to the shop and its almost fully done!” Nabi tells her. 

She wakes up around noon to a cell phone ringing. It was inside the drawer of her dresser. When she was captured the other night, her phone was left in her car that was towed. Johnny’s face was on the screen and she answers.  

“Let me in.” He says and hangs up. Before Marsha could open the door it was already opened by him using his own key to the place. “I hope you got some rest, we have a busy rest of the weekend.” 

After Marsha gets ready, Johnny takes her to a large garage. Inside many vehicles were being worked on. Marsha gasps and runs to her red bug and gives it a big hug. “Look at you Cherry!” 

“Cherry?” Johnny asks. 

“Yeah, that’s her name. Cherry Nightmare. Look at the eye lashes on the lights! I always wanted to put them on. Look at the dash! A gps, I can plug my phone in, and look! More of my character to match my seat covers all over the place!” Marsha begins to describe. 

“Yeah, not to mention an upgraded engine with twin turbos and nos. Of course, now you have no trunk at all, but you don’t need to go back there for the CD player no more. I'm glad you like it. It will be dropped off at your place. We have something else to do today.” Johnny says and is hugged greatly by Marsha. The two enter a black van with three other men. The drive to a large Lake and approach a small yacht. The name was Violaceous on the sides and back of it. 

“Wait. Violaceous? I know that name. From where?” Marsha beings to think. 

“Ah! The Kkangpae!  Welcome, welcome! Come on aboard!” A woman with a heavy European accent shouts from the highest point of the yacht. She is wearing a long fur coat with sun glasses and many accessories. Her hair blew in the wind with some of the coat, it was very windy today. “Ooo! You all look fabulous! As usual, I wouldn’t expect anything less from your suits being my design of course! Ha! What’s this? Mmmmm, fresh meat! Let me have a look.” The woman grabs Marsha by the wrist and pulls her center of the room. She walks around her examining Marsha from head to toe. She lifts her hair, smacks her butt, and reaches her hand out for a shake. “My name’s Madame V!” 

“Madame V? Of course, VVVViolaceous Creations! You have so many products. Wow! I never knew you lived here. My name's Marsha Olles.” Marsha says. 

“Oh darling, I live all over. I go wherever my heart leads me, or where I am needed. Today, you are indeed in need of my services. One of my best skills is looks, and honey, I love your look! I will recreate it for the world, after I take it away from you. Come, sit, drink, enjoy yourself and all I have to offer here.” Madam V claps and some guys with shirts off, robust, and wearing bow ties bring snacks and beverages. 

“What do you mean, take my look away?” Marsha asks. 

“You didn’t tell her! Shame on you all!” Madame V smacks the guy sitting next to her on the shoulder. “Poor girl wasn’t given time to prep or take in herself one last time.” She faces Marsha while leaning over the coffee table to grab her hand, “honey! Today, you're getting a make over!” Madame V sits back in her chair. “Not that you don’t look fabulous already, but to help keep trouble off ya.” 

“Sorry, Nabi was supposed to tell you last night. Guess she forgot.” One of Mr. Seung’s men says. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to. I…I'm not happy about it. I think your perfect just the way you are.” Johnny holds Marsha’s hand. 

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Madame V says. The young couple smile and become a tad embarrassed. “Wait a moment! I do hear something. Harachas? On this boat? That means…” Madame V pulls out a hand gun and walks to one of the windows slowly. A shotgun is fired and a man falls in front of the window. “La Eme are not welcome on this boat! To arms everyone!” More shots could be heard. The side of the boat was rammed and everyone is tossed around. “My beautiful yacht! It’s probably scratched now! How dare they! Weighing anchor!” The yacht begins to move and more shots are heard. Madame V takes off out of the cabin. Speed boats and jet skis chase them. Johnny and Marsha join Madame V port while the other men take starboard. A helicopter appears and a group of men fast rope down around Marsha. They are all wearing bulletproof suits and manage to grab her. Johnny tackles the one with Marsha and Madame V pulls out a sword and slices down the other men with the help of some of her guys. To physical combat Johnny threw punch after punch until the man was bleeding bruised all over the face. Johnny picks him up and tosses him over board. The helicopter began to fire from men aboard it still. Most of the water crafts had been shot down. Everyone rushes into the cabin for cover. “We have two options.” Madame V moves a rug and opens a large compartment. “Blow it up, or escape?” Everyone looks at her and the rocket launcher next to a drop hatch to the water below.  

“Even if we escape the boat, they will probably still find us.” Someone says. 

“Okay, I've always wanted to use this thing.” Madame V preps a rocket and launches it at the tail of the chopper. A direct hit is made and sends it spiraling into the water. A few more boats show up and attach themselves to the yacht with grappling hooks. Some are cut off right away and Madame V tosses her launcher into one with a grenade. The explosion caused the yacht to be tossed up some and everyone lands roughly. The engine stops. “Okay! All weapons into the compartment and cower in the corner. Law enforcement will be here soon.” Everyone was left free to go and the yacht was towed into the harbour. They believed Madame V's story of her business meeting of fashion being ruined and they were after her valuables. More importantly, her raw gemstones she had mined herself and was famous for having in some of her creations. It ended with her singing multiple autographs.  

“I'm sorry about your yacht.” Marsha says.  

“Don’t be, I’ll get another one. A better one. Will bullet proof everything! But, I still have a job to do. Come and sit and let Madame V work her magic.” Madame V begins to do Marsha’s hair. She kicks everyone out to the shore. Hours pass and Marsha went from redish brownish goldish hair to being jet black. A wig was sewn over her natural hair in a cap with a full face of make up after hours of practice. You couldn’t recognize her. “Viola! French word for ta da! Which I find amusing cause I would like you to meet, Viola, like the instrument. This should help.” Marsha walks right up to Johnny. 

“What do you think?” She asks. 

“Your beautiful, no matter what.” He kisses her. 

“Ah! I'm beat. I need to get some rest. Ta, ta, bye, bye, muah!” Madame V gives her farewells and enters the yacht.  

“So, Marsh…I mean Viola. Are you ready to go home?” Johnny asks. She nods and they all enter the black van. At her complex, her bug was back in its usual spot. Johnny had unlocked it and pulled out a key. He walks her to her apartment and opens the door with the new key. “Wait.” He walks behind Viola and covers her eyes. Slowly, he guides her to the center of her living room. “Okay! What do you think?” The hands are removed from her sight and the entire place has been redecorated. New paint and wallpaper, furniture, decorations, and a her dog ran out of a super new comfy cozy looking bed to greet them. They walk around and look at everything. Viola had stopped in front of her closets that had foldable doors with mirrors on them. She just stares are her new hair. “You look great. It’s not a permanent look. Just till the attempts of kidnaps stop.” Johnny sits on her new bed and begins undoing his tie and shirt while looking at her in the mirror. She turns around and smiles. The sun has begun to rise and birds could be heard chirping outside. The next day, Viola had worried over what her work would think of her new look when she had to go back. 

Early that evening, Viola's front door was being pounded on. “Mo, Mo! Please!” Henry was panicking. When the door opened he paused and looked her over, “Mo? Is…is that you?” 

“Yeah, just a new look. What’s wrong?” Viola asks. 

“It’s…it’s my dad! He's in a lot of pain! Maybe you can help?” Henry runs off taking her to him. Lyle is hunched over in the ground holding his right side. “Mo's here!” She quickly examines Lyle. 

“It usually goes away by now. I’m in so much pain! Please help me Mo.” Lyle pleas. 

“When was the last time you urinated?” Mo asks. 

“Uhh…this…this morning! That’s not good.” Lyle begins to cringe in more pain. 

Mo sighs, “There are few things it could be, it seems like your kidneys. Most likely stones, but maybe an infection. Without some tests, I couldn’t be sure. You need to go to the hospital. The sooner the better.”  

“We can’t afford it. What will we do? Is he going to die? He just can’t!” Candice cries and holds her husband kneeling on the floor. 

“There will be a van here soon.” Johnny says from the doorway. “We have all the equipment needed, away from the hospital. But…” 

“Really? I'll do it! Take me.” Lyle says. 

“We don’t have any way to pay.” Candice add in. 

“Not needed. We have the equipment and it needs to be used. You seem close to, Mo?” Johnny giggles some and looks at her, “Do I have your permission to call you that? It’s cute! Mo, Mo, Mo! Oh, I'm Johnny. Her lover!” He greets them all with hand shakes. 

“Yes! Okay, let’s get him outside and carefully.” Mo is standing outside being held by Johnny and the van arrives.  

“I'm sorry,” Johnny halts Candice from entering the van, “only him.” She nods and Henry holds his mom as they make their way back inside. The van drives off to a house. Inside, all the curtains were shut. They went to the master bedroom to find all sorts of medical machinery and equipment. 

“Quick, let’s set him up for an ultrasound.” Mo searches through Lyle’s body. “Well, your kidneys are fine, that’s great news. But, it looks like you have stones. Typically they will pass, but the ones left seem to be too big. She examines closer to his groin. Good! There all within the kidneys! But...” 

“Cut me open and get the bastards out! Do it!” Lyle begs. 

“You can operate in the next room over. We have all the required items.” One of Mr. Seung’s men states. They make there way into the next bedroom. The entire place was lined with plastic and the operating table was prepped fast. Lyle was knocked out and cut open. Carefully, each stone is removed. Some were the size of marbles, and the rest like peanuts. Time passes and the surgery was a complete success. 

Lyle comes to and is handed a phone right away that is held up to his ear for him. “I'm just fine, the pain is gone. Mo did it, but now I have different pain. I will get better. Here talk to her, I feel weak.” 

Mo is handed the phone, “Don’t worry Candice, he will be fine. If possible, it would be better if he were here for a couple days. Is there anyway you can call his work? Give them my number, uhh…” She is handed a card with her number on it.  

“He does have some vacation days he could use, his health is more important than our annual summer family camping trip.” Candice says. The sons can all be heard asking questions and to speak with their dad. 

Johnny takes the phone away from Candice, “Go ahead a take the time off. Save your vacation days and go this summer. Traditions are important. I will write you a check to cover your rent for the month. Consider it a gift from me for helping see how compassionate and wonderful Mo is from another angle. I will not accept any rejection of our hospitality.”  

“Wow! Mo sure did fall into a good net! Bless you, bless both of you. Mo has done so much for us! We will never forget it.” Candice replies. The phone call is ended and Johnny looks at Marsha. She walks over and hugs him and the two rock side to side some. 

“We can handle this, you two can go. We will keep his wife up to date and you as well.” A women in the room speaks. She is a nurse and had assisted in the operation. “Before you go, you should look around and tell us all what you will need to help Mr. Seung.” Marsha walks around the entire home. Every type of medical item from medications, to equipment, and tools was present. She left a post it note on everything needed.  

“Two weeks.” Marsha says. 

“Two weeks?” Johnny asks. 

“Two weeks, I will take my two weeks of paid vacation time to help Mr. Seung. It will take time for me to make the artificial heart.” She says. 

“You should just quit. I can take care of you.” Johnny holds her in his arms. 

“Hey, oh sorry. I have your new documents.” A guy walks over to Marsha and hands her a folder. “You are still Marsha Olles, but outside of work, always use these.” The folder is opened to find a new driver’s license, pass port, credit cards, insurance cards, and other forms of identifications under her new alias, Viola Violette. 

“Don’t worry, we all have this. I’m also know as, Hyun Kim. I work as a driver for a restaurant with Korean delicacies.” Johnny speaks making quotations with his hands. 

The next day… 

With it being Monday morning, Viola was worried over going into work with the new look. She decided to wear her hair up in a hat, when the locker room was clear, she put on a surgeons cap to hide her new look. Startled, she jumps some when the door opens and she had just barely finished putting on the cap. 

“Marsha!” Trent rushes over and shakes her hand with both hands. “Thank you! Thank you so much! For Friday night and…uh…the shopping.” He winks at her, “My wife and I had an amazing weekend! What’s with the cap? You don’t have an surgeries right now? Ah, who cares, let’s get on with the day.”  

When walking down the hall Marsha stops when hearing Rex call her name. He rushes up to her and throws an arm around her shoulder. “I'm glad I found you. Listen, I heard you were taking you two weeks next week. May I ask what’s the occasion?” 

“I…I’m going to visit some family. It’s been too long and with everything that’s happened lately, I feel I should rekindle with them and need some time alone. That kid napping is still haunting me.” Marsha answers. 

“Yeah…shame about that. Also, it was a shame about those cubic zirconia diamonds. If only? Right? We both could be retiring, ha aha ha ah.” Rex says. “Well, I wish a good venture for you and you come back. We'll miss ya while you’re gone!” He hurries off. Marsha stops and watches him. She is thinking over many things lately. The end of the day approaches and the week continues on. Thursday rolled around and it was passed lunch. She enters a room to speak with a patient. The clip board had read this gentleman was needing an ACL surgery within his knee. Looking at the clip board she walks in and begins to introduce herself. 

“Hi, my name is Marsh…” Her mouth is covered and the door slams shut. 

“Hello. Marsha!” Federico Alementa was staring out the window. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything. Go ahead and let her go boys.” He turns around, slowly. “I just want to talk. I was impressed with your ability to escape from our last encounter. At the same time, I am growing tired of failed attempts to convince you to aid on our side. In fact…” He gets close to her face, “I will give you one last chance, and if you choose to deny my hospitality, we will just terminate you.” He pulls out a card with a phone number on it. “Call me, and we will have dinner. You have through the weekend.” Everyone leaves the room and Marsha worries. The patient in the room has been put to sleep with medications and Marsha spends a few minutes in their to think. From there, she goes about the rest of her day.  

Saturday morning Marsha is walking her dog. She decided to go to the convince store across the street. “Mo! One of my most favourite customers! I'm digging the new hair!” The clerk shouts. She looks around for some snacks. The sound of more men entering the shop alerts her. They are speaking Spanish and wearing Charro suits. She waits for them to leave and watches them. They head across to her apartment. Watching from across the street, she eats a snack fast to not be suspicious. As she had suspected, they entered her apartment and she could see them through the window. She calls up Johnny, and Nabi shows up fast to pick her up. They all meet up at Mr. Seung’s mansion cabin in the mountains to lay low. 

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do to help me?” Mr. Seung asks. He coughs some and breaths in oxygen. “We happen to know where to get a heart, not stolen, the person is dyeing from a tumor within the brain that has gone beyond fixing. Or a man who is going to pass soon from rectal cancer. I'm sure a car collision will happen soon ending someone’s life and preserving their heart.”  

“Well, I am going to make you an artificial heart. There are these new procedures to use spinach leaves to make artificial heart tissues and if I take some from a pigs, I could repair yours. I have done much research into it and am fully confident in my skills. I seen one be used within a pig successfully. When I looked over your records, it seemed like your heart simply needed some reconstruction and I will replace the failing tissues.” She answers. 

Halfway through the next week, Marsha had been called away to assist on a task for the Kkangpae. She was brought to an apartment and inside were injured people with bullets. Easy and simple for her to aid them. However, one man had been hit in the lung.  

“He needs surgery. I need to cut him open. We don’t have anything to knock him out or dull the pain here. Can we take him to that house?” Marsha states. Quickly, they loaded up into a van and proceeded to the home. The man was sedated and cut open. Staples were used to seal the lung and a breathing tube was sent down his throat to make sure the lung didn’t collapse. Morning came and she was dropped off at the hospital. The man was still sleeping, but there were people who stayed with him to keep on eye on his well being. She was nervous. She didn’t have her hat and didn’t want to walk through the main lobby. Instead, she makes her way to the parking garage to enter where she normally did. Something caught her attention on one of the floors. A bunch of white cars of the same model the La Eme usually drove were on the one level.  

“Federico!” She gasps and quickly hides. He and the La Eme look around hearing a thud as she leaned up against a car. 

“Search the area.” Federico orders. A man finds her and points his weapon at her. 

“Please, I was just going to work. I won’t say nothing. My names Viola.” She raises her arms in the air and hopes her alias works.  

“Go!” The man gestures her to move forth and she takes off running inside. She bumps into someone on her way in. 

“Get out of my way and watch yourself.” Marsha watches him walk away. Confused, she listens in on the conversation between him and the La Eme. They are planning a strike on what they believe is the Kkangpae. From what she hears, it sounds like a different organization. When the man makes his way back into the hospital, Marsha quickly books it up the stairs to the locker room and changed fast into scrubs with her cap on. She went to Paula's office in hope of some answers.  

“Marsha! What a surprise! I saw you had no scheduled surgeries today, I am clear until one set appointment this afternoon. Come sit, chat, and waste time.” Paula greets. 

“You know about the crime gangs, right?” She asks. 

“Of course. From street gangs, schools, drugs, sex, bootleggers, homeless, corrupt business men, mafias, you name it. I have had dealings with them all. Some of the wealthier clients always win or persuade me for their favour.” Paula looks down with a guilty face, “At times, I’ve regretted things and other times hate I couldn’t do nothing.” She looks back up. “Why? Has an organization contacted you?” 

“What do you know about the La Eme?” Marsha asks. 

“Ha!” Paula crosses her arms and leaned her chair back. “Money, money, money!” She slams her hands on the edge of the desk. “That’s all they care about and of course their macho egos.” She places one hand below her armpit over the chest and begins to wag a pointed finger. “Interesting you would ask about them. Today of all days.” She points to herself, “my appointment today is with someone who has had dealings with them. A surgery case, in fact.” She relaxes and places her hands on each of the arms of the chair. “Plastic. Not your alley. I guess this man’s mistress is trying to sue some place cause the dumb broad fell and cut up her face and had some scars. Seriously! Dumb! I don’t want them to win, but it goes back to that whole money situation. They have a damn good lawyer. I’m not sure who their primary doctor is, but it’s outside of our files. Someone private. Actually, let me look this up.” Paula begins to search through her computer files. “Here, Mr. Harold Mime. Private practice, fully licensed and degreed.” She turns the screen around to show Marsha.  

“I just…” Marsha confusingly points and turns her body. “I just saw him on my way in here. Could I have a copy of that?” Marsha asks. 

“Sure. No rule against that. At least not stated so. I can’t give you his information, but I simply will put note in the system you were curious about going into your own private practice and wanted to chat with him. Ya know? The La Eme have had a grudge with the Kkangpae lately. I have never really dealt with them. I mean, some of their clients, sure, but they are always fair, follow the rules, and seem to have great methods of going about things without knowing. Like the La Eme, they don’t segregate on only their race. But, now the Geondal and Jopok, they are a ruff crowd. Heavy mafia dealings with all the ones you hear off, La Eme, La Cosa Nostra, ‘Ndrangheta, Camorra, Millieu, Israeil, Westies, Triads, Yakuza, Bratva, all of them, you name it, they all do business eventually.” 

Beep, Beep 

Marsha is called in on a emergency to ride in an ambulance to some shooting taking place. Into one of the Action Care ambulances she went. Trent was supposed to be on call with her and Marsha was joined by her mentor, Dr. Rex Kleen. Two paramedics were in the front and 2 assistants road in the back with them.  

“Are you ready for this, Marsha?” Dr. Rex asks her as they hold on as the ambulance took a turn fast. 

“Whoa! Slow down guys! It may be an emergency, but you’re not to drive like that.” One of the assistants says.  

“Yeah. Always.” Marsha replied. 

“You seem, off lately. I know you said you needed time off to cleanse, but if you’re not up for this, just say so.” Rex explains. 

“Thanks. But, I can handle it.” She leans close to him. “if you ask me, you have been off lately too. Calling in often, changing schedules, like right now, and…” She sits back and stops to think about what she almost did. 

“And?” Rex asks. Another turn was taken sharp. 

“Hey! This isn’t the way to the street we're supposed to go to. Stop right now!” The woman assistant begins to demand. Suddenly, she is shot through the head! Blood and entrails cover the place as she hits the floor in front of Marsha's feet. The ambulance is stopped and Marsha takes off running fast out the back. They were no where near where the call was placed. Back in the industrial section, Marsha recognized where she was at from her first in the filed mission with the Kkangpae.  

“Aww what’s the matter Marsha! Afraid of us?” Dr. Rex Kleen was wiping down his gun and watching Marsha run down the street. Through her mind, she was thinking of the caduceus tattoo she had seen on his back weeks ago. The voice she heard when she was kid napped and the same caduceus tat. The meeting in the parking garage this morning. To the photo of the doctor she received and the ambulance ride just now where a long trusted colleague of hers met their end. There was no where to run. The ambulance drove up fast beside her. The paramedic in the passenger side opens his door to try and grab her. She ducks. He falls and rolls onto the ground. Rex moves into that seat as the ambulance circles around. The other assistant opens the back doors and rolls out. Marsha makes her way into an alley and rolls a dumpster to block the way. Fast as possible, she runs. Her cell phone was in her locker. The ambulance cuts her off at the end of the alley between two warehouses. Marsha turns around and runs back to a ladder. Up to the roof she went.  

Pew, pew, pew 

Gun shots bounce off the metal near her from men onto of the roof of the building she had been in before. All she did was run and leap between buildings in hope someone would save her or she could find a way to escape. With nowhere left to run, Marsha looks back and down. More gunshots are made and she jumps out of the way. Onto a window, she looks down inside the building. To her luck, it was a juice factory and she falls through the window as it shatters from gunfire. Into a large batch of juice she fell. Swimming to the edge and pulling herself out, employees begin to scream in panic. She follows them out of the place and dives into the back of a pick up truck that is started and drives off fast. Some others join her that worked in the facility. 

“Are you alright? What happened? Who are those men?” one asks her. 

“Get down!” She tugs him toward the bed of the truck and the bullet hits the driver and swerves. It crashes into a parked vehicle that sets off its alarm. “Stay put. They only want me!” Marsha stands and leaps out of the back of the truck. The ambulance was right on her again. Right as it neared to ram her a sports car crashes right into it, sending it out of the way. Johnny exits fast and begins to shoot. Both begin to run. Inside another building they went. A sweat shop with many clothing items being made. They do their best to hide. A gun is aimed at them. 

“Ireumi mwoyeyo?” a man asks. (What’s your name) 

“Johnny. Jom dowa juseyo?” Johnny says in Korean. (Could you help me) He pulls out a check and writes $10,000 on it signed and with no name filled in. Handing it to the man, he smiles and puts it in his inner pocket.  

“Jeojjok!” (over there) He gestures toward an exit and tosses some keys to Johnny. He then grabs a dress off the table and tosses it to Marsha. “Jeo jjok!” (that way) “Ppalli!” (hurry/fast) 

“Come on!” Johnny grabs Marsha's hand and they begin to run. Gun shots were made where they had just been sitting and then in the opposite direction they had been running.  

“You think you could come into my shop uninvited!” The man shouts as a distraction. Soon after, La Eme and Rex walk in holding their own weapons at the man. “Thieves! Trying to steal from me. I do not mean any harm to Mr. Almenta. Please, you may search the place for more. Two ran out the side door.” Out the back door, Johnny and Marsha enter a small pick up truck parked in the alley. They take off and make a clean get away. 

“Is that one of your friends?” Marsha asks. 

“No. He may have been Korean, but not Kkangpae. We don’t have sweat shops. Using people like that is not our way. I would say he’s probably Geondal or Jopok. They are more mafia, and we are more of our own organization. Unaffiliated with them. But, many do get us confused. What happened?” Johnny answers. 

Marsh removes her cap and changes into the dress as Johnny removes his jacket and shirt to put on the sweatshirt sitting in the car. “My mentor. Dr. Rex Kleen. He set me up. He's working with them.” She pulls out the photo she had of him as Harold Mime. It was discolored some and soggy. “Was there any shootings do you know? I was supposed to be on call to one and now…I can’t go back to work. I don’t think I could even go home. But. I can’t leave my dog there and some items.” 

“Not sure about any shootings, but I was concerned when I saw you leave the hospital and followed to find you. Shit!” Johnny smacks the steering wheel. “My car…” 

“Oh! I'm sorry.” Marsha consoles. “Maybe it could be fixed, like my bug?” 

“No.” He pulls out his cell phone. His car is being searched by some La Eme. One pulls out the registration and… 

Boom! 

The car explodes. Destroying all evidence of ownership. “I will just get a new one. Let’s go to your place and then switch out vehicles. We'll decide what to do when I get some feedback. I was so scared for you Mo!” Johnny continues to drive. Marsha leans over and grabs his arm to rest her head upon it. 

“Thank you! You always save me, just in time.” She whispers seductively. “you know…I…I…” 

Johnny stops at a light and kisses her. “Don’t say anything. From now on, I will never leave your side.” They go back to her apartment and she packs up some things as Johnny makes them something to eat. After, Johnny tapes the car keys underneath the car they borrowed and leave in her bug to the mountain cabin mansion of Mr. Seung. 

Viola pulled out the ruined photo of her mentor as Harold Mime. “We have seen this man many times. Who knew he was your mentor.” Mr. Seung has a whole file on Harold Mime that he lays out for everyone to view. “He has hasn’t been with the La Eme for long, but is well know amongst many and provided treatment in the manner in which you have for us.” 

“Do you think they are onto Marsha as Viola?” Nabi asks. 

“Who knows, but it’s not safe for her to be alone. Without her sharp instincts, she may have been glossed today.” Mr. Seung stops to cough and breath in oxygen. “We have brought everything you asked here and have a medical room prepped for you.” 

“Good, I will need some other things besides the medical equipment. I will need spinach leaves.” Viola begins to explain. 

“Spinach leaves?” Someone asks. 

“Yeah. That’s the easy part. I will also need a compatible blood source. I volunteer knowing I have AB positive and am a universal donor.” Viola says. 

“Nonsense! You need to stay in tip top condition. I will give the blood. I am the same as my father.” Gim insists. 

“Very well. The other thing I will need is…” She hesitates and looks around the room, “some human cells to help grow the tissue.”  

“Where would we get that? You said you didn’t want to harm anyone.” Gim asks. 

“Well, I have an idea. No harm whatsoever. Do you know anyone whose pregnant? Preferably about to give birth any day now? I can use an after birth.” Marsha speaks. They all begin to smile. 

“The reason my wife is not here or been introduced to you, is due to being due any day now. That’s also why I have been unavailable often. I could bring her here. Would you be able to birth my son?” Gim asks. 

“Of course. That way we know the cells could be stored immediately. It will take me a week to prep the spinach leaves. Without opening up the chest to view the heart personally, I’m at a guess for how much new tissue will be needed. I went through all of your records and your heart attack it is guess and a pace maker may be needed from your muscles failing.” She begins to explain. 

“Enough.” Mr. Seung coughs. “I believe in your success. To have my grandson and son aid in my life to continue, it brings a strong sense of love and connection with both of them. Is there anything else?”  

“I don’t think so. If they brought everything I asked for here already, that should do it. I could begin the decellularization process right away. A weeks process to remove all the plant from the spinach.” She adds in. 

“Okay! Tomorrow, we will find the best spinach around. In fact, we will get some of everything we can find and we want you to test them all for the best!” Gim says. “I will also bring my wife here. For now, enjoy our home and your bags have been taken to your room. Johnny can show you where it’s at.” 

“Haeng uneul bi reoyo!” Mr. Seung stands up and exits the room saying. “Yeoreo gagiro goma woyo!” 

Gim answers while grabbing his car keys and taking his exit of the room, “Good luck! Thanks for everything!” 

“Bae anjeul kkayo?” Nabi asks and walks to the bar and begins to pour some drinks.  

“Well? What do you say Johnny? Mo? As Nabi asked, shall we sit at the bar?” They all begin to drink and enjoy the evening. Everyone heads to bed or has crashed on a couch or chair. Johnny takes Marsha to their room to sleep for the night. 

Morning rises and Marsha wakes up to birds singing outside. She goes out on a balcony and looks into the wilderness. Some deer were grazing by as the birds were singing and dancing around multiple bird feeders of many different species. A bunny could be seen hoping by and chipmunks roaming around. The sun was just beginning to rise and filled the sky pink. The temperature was just cold enough to see your breath and Marsha gets a chill. Johnny walks up behind her with a blanket wrapped around him and wraps it around her from behind with him in it still. She grabs onto the blanket some and Johnny moves one of his hands to find her other hand. He places a small box within her hand and re grabs the blanket.  

“Sarang haeyo.” Johnny whispers into Marsha’s ear. She turns around to face him and places her hands around his neck. 

“Johnny…I have fallen in love with you.” She says softly with a smile and her eyes partially closed. He returns the same emotional energy and appearance. 

“Jeodoyo.” He laughs some, “I'm in love with you! I love you too! Open the box.” Inside the velvet blue box was an exquisite necklace made with sapphires. “It was custom made, just for you. This is one of the gemstones we recovered together. It will never be as beautiful as you, but it represents that moment when I knew I could never let you go! You don’t have to wear it, but if we are ever a part, look at it and think of me.” 

Time passes and a voice is heard on an intercome saying, “achim.” The two head down to breakfast.  

Later that day Johnny gets a phone call. Mr. Seung walks to the room and stands in the archway. Johnny stands up and looks at the un lit fire place.  

“Go! All of you!” Mr. Seung says and walks away. Everyone quickly dressed into their matching suits. Not a word was said on the drive all the way down the mountain. They took as van full of weapons and Marsha only guessed what was about to happen. They met up with Gim who was staring blankly at the ground while leaning up against his car. 

“They have her…” Gim makes a fist and looks up at everyone. He stands up fully away from the car. “If they harm her…or my child…I will kill them. All of them!” He begins to pace back and forth. “This is a no mercy mission! We go in, guns blazing, rescue my wife and unborn child!” He stops and takes a breath as he closes his eyes. “This shock may put her into labor, if she hasn’t already. Please… Marsha.” She and him make eye contact. “Help her in anyway! Alright…let’s get those fuckin' La Eme! Fucking Federico!” Gim kicks some random junk on the ground and takes off running. Everyone follows. Down an alley they went between the back yards of houses.  

They all duck in a driveway in front of a garage as they see some men searching the alley. Gim begins to stand and is halted by one of his men.  

“Let me.” The Kkangpae man says and screws on a silencer to his weapon to take out the men outside. 

“Good work! Let’s go!” Gim takes off running. They turn into the driveway and the door opens up. Everyone begins firing and they move on. In the back yard a couple pit bulls were released and tackle Gim. He fights them off as one of the men tosses one by it’s collar. The dogs get scared. Marsha shoots their chains and they take off running.  

“Ahg!” A woman’s voice could be heard screaming in pain from within the house. 

“Yeona!” Gim screams and runs up the porch. He quickly dives off and takes cover as the rest do the same when the back door is burst open with a man using a shot gun. Firing through law furniture, a grill, trash cans, many of them retreat into the garage. Gim maneuvers around the porch to the side of the house. A fence blocked his path to the front of the house, where a dozen men were awaiting. Suddenly, he hears a law mower start and a chain saw run. He peeks around and watches the man start to take some steps back with the shot gun. A leaf blower sticks out the side door of the garage and is turned on. It is dropped and the shotgun fires. He becomes drenched in soil and shouts from it in his eyes. The shot gun hits the ground and fires. Gim rushes out to grab it and the man starts to throw fists. Johnny comes out with the chain saw and immediately the man falls to the ground to cower. Gim shoots his legs and the lawn mover is drove into the fence on the side of the house to knock it down. The men from up front run and Johnny leads two men over the fence on the other side of the house to flank them. Gim shoots the handle of the back door to open it. No bullets left in the shot gun, he tosses it and kicks the door open. “Yeona!” shots are made and Gim ducks around the wall on the houses exterior wall.  

“Gim! G-h. Ahgg!” Yeona screams. 

“She must be in labor already. It sounds like she’s upstairs.” Marsha says. 

“C' mon! You need to get to her.” Nabi sits on the railing of the porch and leans down while leaning on her leg toward the porch. “Climb up!” Marsha stands on the railing and then on Nabi's back. She grabs the roof above and starts to pull herself up. Nabi stands and helps push her feet up. Marsha lays on her stomach to grab her medical kit as Nabi hands it up to her and gets shot in the chest by a bullet through the window in the kitchen behind her. She falls forward to the lawn.  

“Nabi!” Marsha shouts. Gim rushed in and took out the guy in the kitchen and dived behind the counter as shots from behind a couch in the living room attempting to strike him.  

“I'm fine. I have a vest on. Keep going!” Nabi replies and sits up fast. 

“Damn! Where’s my vest?” Marsha says to herself. “There are more driving down the alley!” She shouts. A white car is about to turn into the back yard from the alley with a few others behind it. The other side fence crashes over by Johnny driving another white car directly into them and causes all the cars to pile up. He gets out fast and tosses a pin as he runs inside the house. Marsha is shot through a window and is braised on the leg some. The La Eme get out of their cars and… 

Boom! 

The grenade explodes! The cars go flying around and knock most of the men out. Some are trapped and look at gas running toward a flaming vehicle.  

Boom! Boom! 

Marsha is crouched down covering her head. 

Boom! 

The first car that exploded was launched high into the sky and lands in the neighbors pool. The others run in the alley and a large fire has begun. All the windows had shattered on the back of the house. Marsha looks into a bedroom and sees a man’s elbow sitting out some in the hallway by the door. She fires in an attempt to strike him. Knowing she would miss, she had jumped on the bed below the window and ran into the closet. The man fires at her and she holds her medical case in front of her chest. It is quite large and happens to be bullet proof.  

Gim is shooting over the counter at men in the living room. As soon as Johnny walked in, he dived beside him for cover to the right. On the left, Nabi was firing from out of a bathroom. The front door is burst open and a smoke bomb rolls in. Gim and Johnny stand and take down the group of men who were caught by surprise. A man coughs and stumbles down the hall. Nabi smacks him across the head with a shower rod knocking him out cold. Marsha waits for the man to reload and rushes behind the wall where he is standing. She has a needle in her hand and quickly reaches around the door to stab it within the man. Chemicals are injected within to make him sleep. In just a few seconds he fell to the floor. 

“Giiiiiim!” Yeona shouts. The stairs have some men on them. More are held up in the master bedroom, other bedroom, and hall bathroom. All the smoke clears in the living room and the group takes out the people on the stairs. As they run up, Marsha attempts to run closer more to where Yeona is screaming from. A man jumps out of the bathroom and grabs her. She drops her case and gun. The two begin to struggle. The attic pops opens and a La Eme fire down the stairs. Nabi is shot again in her vest and falls back. Gim catches her and Johnny shoots the man in the attic. Behind them, the rest turn around and begin firing. La Eme are pouring in from the front and back doors. Johnny rushes to aid Marsha who is nabbed by the man still. A punch in the face, pulled back by the clothes, to have more blows to the face, the man drops to the floor. He picks up Marsha's gun and case to hand back to her. Nabi and Gim take out the other men in the bedroom straight above the stairs. The master bedroom door was shut and barricaded by furniture. 

“Yeona!” Gim shakes the door handle and begins pounding on it. “Let me in! Let me in!” 

“What should we do?” Nabi asks.  

“I have an idea. We will just knock it down, with some help.” Marsha opens her case and pulls out flask with a corrosive symbol on it. “Something I requested.” She opens it to pour all over the door, and mostly the lock. She hands her case to one of the men and they all line up holding the case as best possible. Together, they ram the door open! After the corrosive acid had dispersed, and they knocked over the furniture within the room by a human battering ram, the La Eme in the room drop to the ground fast and everyone in the room just held their arms up. 

“Yeona!” Gim rushes to his wife.  

“When did your contractions begin?” Marsha asks and removes her jacket. Two of the men re scope the house to find a bomb has been armed and rush back.  

“An hour? May 30 minutes! I don’t know! Ahhg!” Yeona answers. 

“Remove her pants!” Marsha demanded Gim. She throws a blanket over her body and looks at her beneath it. “She’s only half way dilated. The baby's not coming yet!” 

“How long do we have?” Gim asks. 

“I don’t know. 10 minutes. 10 hours. It varies.” Marsha replies. 

“Quick! We need to get out of here! They armed a bomb!” One of the men rushes in saying.  

“Okay! I got you.” Gim picks up his wife and Marsha tucks the blanket around her legs. They rush downstairs. Nabi and the guys are firing at some of the men.  

“Fuck! I can’t get them and I'm almost out of bullets.” Nabi states. Alarms and sirens could be heard. “Sabancha!” 

“There is only one firetruck for this area and the second one from the next stations will be here within a minute or two after. Next police and ambulance!” Marsha explains. “I should have been on call today. We can expect Rex, but if were lucky, maybe my friend Trent. An ambulance would be great!” 

“We need to get out of here, now! The bomb!” A man says. 

“I have an idea. But, we have to be quick.” Johnny looks at Gim. “Are you ready to run?” He nods. Johnny pulls out another grenade and pulls the pin. It is tossed toward a car off to the right where most of the men were. They all scream and duck. Nabi rushes out first and fires with the men right behind her as back up. The bomb explodes! They duck slightly and begin rushing towards a parked mini van in the street. Gim rushes out with Johnny and Marsha right behind. The van is busted into and hot wired by Nabi. They all pile in and make it as best comfortable for Yeona as possible. The sabancha (firetruck) passes by them and some of the La Eme are blocked by it sliding to their side to a stop.  

Boom! 

The house exploded behind them. “Turn right up here! And go left at the exit of this road before the shopping complex! Try to stop the ambulance. It should be coming up this road!” Marsha directs as a cop car passes by them and slams on his breaks. Another comes out of the intersection behind them and drifts through it to follow. The stopped one drives off toward the house they left. “Uh oh." 

“Don’t worry, he’s on our side!” Johnny eases her nerves. “Not corrupt, but our mechanics did great at making a phony copy of their cars.” Johnny makes a phone call to the cop car and tells them to stop the ambulance up ahead. It rushes forward and 180s blocking half the intersection.  

“Hold on!” Nabi shouts to do the same with the mini van for the other half of the intersection. Gim and Marsha hold onto Yeona and Johnny holds Marsha while someone else holds Gim. The mini van nearly flips over and everyone rushes to one side to keep it from doing so. The ambulance stops. Marsha looks and sees Trent looking out the front window between the seats. 

“Trent!” Marsha gets out with everyone and they hijack the ambulance, leaving Trent in it. She hands the others everything for burns and bullets to the two paramedics and says, “Go! The place exploded! This is all you will need and the other ambulance should be there soon! Go!” She smacks the interior of the ambulance multiple times and the doors are shut as they drive off.  

“Wait a minute? Marsha?” Trent asks puzzled. A gun is pointed at him and he raises his hand by his face with open palms. “Whoa! Cool man! I'm cool! I know her! My job is to help people medically. I ain’t no cop!” The gun is lowered. “Marsha!” He grabs her and hugs her in relief.  “What a relief! I heard what happened yesterday. Well, sort of. What happened? Better yet, what did you do to your hair?” 

“Ahhhggg!” Yeona shouts and begins doing  Lamaze breathing. 

“Right! Later! We have a lady with a baby to tend to!” Trent looks at the woman in labor. Marsha checks to see how dilated she is. 

“Just a little halfway dilated. I say maybe an hour or two still.” Marsha shouts and begins prepping herself as Trent does the area.  

Gim is holding his wife's hand and crouched beside her face petting it slowly. “Don’t worry. We’re all alright. You’re safe now. That will never happen again. I will get back at them. All of them!” 

“Hit that button there!” Trent shouts and points for Nabi with rubber gloves on. She listens and the sirens turn off.  

“Ahhgg!” Yeona is in heavy labor contractions. They arrive at Mr. Seung’s club and the stage has been prepped with a roll away bed, lots of towels, and warm water. They carry her inside and fluids are administered to her through and IV when she has a break between contractions. 

“There getting closer together, but it’s still not time.” Marsha checks the dilation. The club is empty and the restaurant was closed. Mr. Seung gets up from a table and walks back stage. He closes the curtain. 

“Everyone gone! Who is not family or medical!” Mr. Seung gives privacy for Yeona and returns to his table to drink with his fellow followers. An hour goes by and everyone is anxious.  

“Mr. Seung!” a man rushes in and bows. He takes a seat across the table from him. “The La Eme. They attacked the Jopok! Thinking they were us. In fact…” He stands up and runs to the front door entrance and opens the door. “One of their men has come seeking our assistance. Said he knows Johnny!” 

“Yes.” Johnny stands. “He helped us escape, yesterday. But, I turned a blind eye to his sweat shop!” 

“Hmm…” Mr. Seung closes his eyes and places his fingers points against one another with his elbows on the table. The man is guided down the stairs to across the table from Mr. Seung. “An Ancient Proverb comes to mind. The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend.” He opens his eyes.  

“Ahhgg!” Yeona shouts and the man turns around in panic. 

“Baby! Don’t worry over it.” Someone says to him. 

“You will have our aid. But, only in one guaranteed outcome.” Mr. Seung leans forward with his hands on the edge of the table. “Eradicate the entire La Eme! Make them vamanos! Federico Almenta messed with my familu. My unborn grandson! If I had the strength to do so, I would slit his throat myself!” The two men bow in agreement.  

“I know where his primary residence is. I say we ambush him there. A loft on the edge of the industrial section where he and I do business out of. But, I need to relocate. We can meet up there. Say mid week at…” The man begins to explain. 

“Dawn! War is always brought down at dawn! My people will be there at midnight. Now go! We have nothing left to say.” Mr. Seung folds his hands and rests his head on them with the elbows on the table as he closes his eyes. The Jopok man was escorted out of the place. 

“It's crowning! Trent, be ready! Gim, keep comforting her. Push Yeona! Push! Mom, keep coaching her! Push!” Marsha shouts. “Come on! Stage 1 down, two to do! Push! Push!” 

“Ahhhggg!” Yeona pushes and the sound of a baby can be heard. “ooo! Uh!”  

“You did it!” Marsha is holding baby Seung in her arms. She begins to clean it off. “Trent!” 

“Yes! I know what to do!” Trent sits and waits for the afterbirth. He quickly catches the placenta and runs off.  Into a container he placed it and men took to the alley to be dry iced!” 

“Dad. Would you like to cut them umbilical cord?” Trent hands scissors to Gim. Marsha holds the baby. The cord is cut and Gim is smiling. “Good! Just let me clean him up some more.” Marsha says and hands the baby to Yeona who is crying within her mom's arms. “Stage three over and that’s that. When you’re ready, we can clean you up and get you out of here.” The baby stops crying and Marsha watches in aw over the happy family. She flinches when a hand touches her shoulder. Looking up to the side Johnny kisses her. He begins to hug her and she moves away. “I'm covered in birth! Hold on.” She undoes her scrubs, removes gloves, a face mask, and returns back into her suit. After she hugs Johnny and he picks her up to spin her around. Everyone returns to the mansion cabin in the mountains. 

The next morning Viola begins preparations for the spinach leaves. A couple hundred IVs, jars, and trays had been prepped for the decellularization process. Johnny sits and watches her suited up in scrubs, mask, and gloves. Plus, curiosity. Everything is set up and special fluids are starting the process. 

“What happens now?” Johnny asks. 

“We wait. I started the decellularization process. I need to remove all the plant from each leaf until only the frame work is left. Mainly, skin and veins. They will be transparent when they are ready. I don’t need to tend to them for some time. Even then, mostly just refilling fluids is necessary. I have it set up so these leaves are being dropped through for the process. It then falls onto these trays below where more are being slightly shook for the same process and what falls around in the buckets around will need emptying and the bags above with the fluids changed out. As for the ones in the jars, I will move into new jars each day. These bags should fine till morning and the buckets shouldn’t over fill.” She grabs Johnny around the waist. “I’m all yours until then.” That evening everyone celebrated. Yeona did not drink and the music was kept low for the baby to join in. 

Each day, Marsha checked on the spinach leaves. Every time they became less and less green. Late Tuesday afternoon she was brought a bullet proof vest and another suit being a bit baggy than her previous to wear over it.  

“I'm going on this? Isn’t it a bit dangerous?” She asks. An envelope was handed to her. Photos of Trent were inside. Some with Dr. Rex Kleen. “No! This is my fault!” He was being tortured. 

“This was delivered to your apartment. With any luck, he didn’t mention your new look, but he did admit to seeing you the day we ambushed them to save Yeona. Don’t worry, we'll get him out, but…” Johnny says. 

“There’s something in him? Right here!” She points at a photo and drops the rest. 

“Yeah…” Johnny closes his eyes. “It’s a bomb or time release capsule. Possibly filled with chemicals to kill him. I don’t want you going.” 

“Nobody does, but he helped my son come into this world. He endured this torture on behalf of us and deserves rescue. You’re the only surgeon we have and if he is removed with it still in him, they may activate it.” Gim cuts in. 

“I'm no bomb expert! But…he's my friend. I must help him! It’s all my fault.” Marsha says.  

“You only have to remove it. If were lucky, we will find the trigger and deactivate it. If not...toss it inside your case and run.” Nabi says. Marsha leaves instructions to a nurse and had shown her how to cater to the spinach's decellularization process. Seeing as she was not going to be there the next morning, she worried. For herself, Johnny, Gim, Mr. Seung, his people, her friend, and whatever else she may encounter. They all made there way to the meet up point to discuss and finish preparations for the task at hand. They meet up with the Jopok. 

Inside their facility, all the sewing machines and people were gone. Instead, many blueprints, maps, weapons, and other gear were inside. A member of the Jopok began to explain, “Going in from the ground floor will take time. But, we will attack with a chopper from above to help push Federico down to the middle floors somewhere. Men are already stationed nearby in the surrounding areas to keep watch of a surprise escape. Zip lines, parachuting, air crafts anything he may do to try and escape. We have women in there undercover. Seems to be a birthday of some sort going on and we sent them on behalf of us as a reasoning method to show we are not Mr. Seung’s people. I'm sure when the attacks are called in from the ground floor, the elevators will be shut down. Grappling up the stair wells will be the fastest way in, but we will not know until we are in. We do know Federico had a personal elevator on a separate power system that leads to the garage. But, it’s also bomb proof and we think that will be his route of escape. A team will clear and hold the garage for his arrival there. The schematics of the building shows the elevator stops on a few floors. Their club, pool, spa, gym, restaurant, and what we believe to be his mothers room or for other family to stay in. We have a team attempting to take over the security and another to the power if it gets cut. We may not get it back on, but the elevators will be our target. With luck, the sun will rise on time and night vision will not be needed. As for your friend… there are labs, cells, and miscellaneous on the middle floors. Where exactly, we don’t know. But, as soon as the security is taken over we will find him on the cameras.” 

“Are you ready?” Gim asks his team. They all nod and exit a van. Shots could be heard coming from inside a tall building. Inside they walk in to find many people dead by bullets. They head directly to the elevator and proceed up. A quarter of the way, power was shut down.  

On a walkie someone spoke to them, “There is a team heading to the power room. Security for the bottom quarter of the building had been manned. You may he able to crawl up to the next floor out of the elevator. They haven’t cut power there yet. Must be controlled somewhere on that floor, along with security. Federico is still in his loft near the top floors. Your friend must be somewhere in the 3rd section of the building.” Left and right throughout the building from the ground up people were shooting one another. Inside the elevator they manage to open the escape hatch. Everyone takes cover against the sides. Gun fire was sent from the floor above by La Eme.  

Boom! 

Some floors below the helicopter pad above an explosion was heard. “Federico is on the move. We have a bug on him. To his private elevator he is running. If you hurry, you may be able cut him off.” Jopok.  

“I have something. Get ready to move and cover fast.” Johnny throws a flash grenade. Nabi is lifted out with her eyes closed. As one of the assailants falls out the opening into the elevator shaft. Everyone climbs out fast. They grapple up and take out the blinded La Eme in the hall. They open the stairwell and shut the door fast to an explosion occurring within it.  

“Where should we go? The stairs were just blown out going up?” Gim asks over the radio.  

“Head to the door at the end of the hall on your left. This is the private living space for his mother. You may be able to intercept the elevator if you can call it in time. I say, less than 2 minutes it will pass by. Our team has begun their decent from above and some are trying to make it to the other floors it stops at, but most likely won’t in time.” The Jopok speak over the radios. Everyone is rushing and they shoot open the door. Inside was empty, to their luck. The elevator was called and everyone prepped for an ambush.  

Ding 

The elevator doors open and it’s empty. “Fuck!” Gim shouts and punches the wall. “It was empty! Where is he?” 

“Looks like he got off a few floors above. I suggest heading back to the other elevator shaft and climbing up that way. It may be a trap to lure you up this way. Before you leave, push a couch in their to prevent the door from closing. It won’t be able to move and it will give us time to shut down the power to it.” Jopok speak. The room goes dark. “Looks like they cut power to the 2nd section and the 3rd. Stay put. We are almost up to your area from the other stair well. It looks like a service elevator has be activated with our teams. The chopper is going to bring you a case of flares and night vision goggles. Along with weapons equipped with flashlight on them. There are no windows for many of the rooms in the 3rd section.” They shoot out the windows and shortly after cases are tosses in. Everyone re equips themselves. 

“Shoot out all the windows above! My team will grapple up.” Gim asks. Johnny grabs Marsha and takes her up with him. They all dive into the 3rd section when the service elevator opened pouring out assistance for them. Half the team proceeds down the hall and up stairs following the guide of the man on the radio. The other half searches all the rooms looking for Trent. Marsha was behind Johnny and a metal wall opens up fast. Someone grabs her. It shuts fast with no way to open it. Marsha struggles and is tossed to the ground. A lantern lights up in front of her face blinding her. 

“Viola, is it? Shame, I was expecting a dear friend of mine. I want you to meet my other friend.” Dr. Rex Kleen turns on more lights. Trent is panicking and suffering from pain. “I can’t find any records on you. No degrees, no social medias, no cars. Almost as if you just appeared out of nowhere.” He moves the lamp while getting close to Marsha and she is trying to focus from dots in her visions. “My! You are a pretty thing. Strange, you seem like…” She pushes him back and attempts to run. A scalpel is stabbed into the back of her leg and she falls to the ground. She begins to turn around and is kicked over. “Don’t even try. You will not leave this room without my choosing. Of course, you’re a bit feisty. Not my type. I may not have any use for you.” She looks at Trent who is watching her. Rex turns around and then looks back at Marsha. “You seem rather emotional towards this human. Do you know each other?” He grabs her by her clothes and pulls her up some as he crouches over her. “You were there the other day. You were described in the attack. But…” He looks back at Trent. “You said that Marsha was in the ambulance with you.” He slowly turns his face back to Marsha. She had her hand on the scalpel in the back of her leg. She screams as he looks back at her and removes the scalpel. Before he could react, it was lodged into his neck. Gasping for air with blood spewing out he attempts to reach for gauze on a table. Marsha pushes him out of the way and he falls to the ground holding his neck near the knife. He tries to scream and can’t.  

“Here, let me help you with that. I’m a surgeon and you taught me so much.” Marsha pulls out the scalpel and more blood begins to drench out.  

“Mar…Ma…Marsha!” He manages to speak her name. She pulls up her hair to show her sewn on wig, and combs back the bangs to show her face. His eyes widen and he leans over holding the hole in the side of his throat. He begins to crawl to the door and is kicked over. 

“Don’t even try. You will not leave this room without my choosing. Of course, you’re a bit feisty. Not my type. I have no use for you. Any professional who hurts others for gain doesn’t deserve to be called a professional. I just defended myself. Besides, I know about the bomb you put in Trent and I will save him.” She looks down with her eyes standing up straight and tall in front of one of the lamps. Rex’s head falls to the ground fully with his body and he stops moving. She steps out of the way of the light and he is blinded by it just before he dies.  

“Bomb? Bomb! They put a fucking bomb inside me?” Trent’s eyes are super wide and his mouth drops open. Marsha unstraps him and catches him as he falls some from pain. 

“Yeah or a capsule on a timer or release button. Either way, I’m going to save you. But…” She looks around the room. “I don’t have the right stuff. I need my kit or the room he implanted it into you in.” 

“It’s near by.” Trent grunges in pain and his one arm is completely dead.  

“What’s wrong with your arm?” She throws his good one around her shoulder and helps him stand. 

“Nerve block. Hey! Over there!” They walk to a cabinet and inside are pain relief medications. Marsha grabs the nerve block and administers it around the bulge of his chest. “Damn! It will take a moment. I hope you're strong, encase it effects my hips and legs. It seems like they put it where my gallbladder most likely used to be and moved some intestines.” Trent explains and Marsha shakes her head in agreement.  

“Let me try to open the wall.” She begins to look at the panel next to it. 

“No, we have to go out the door. There will be two guards there outside. As for the rest, I'm not sure, but the surgical room is just down the hall.” Trent explains. 

“Ok.” Marsha takes a deep breath and grabs a gun from off the counter below the cabinets. “I have had some practice, but we can’t waste time for my prince charming to save us.”  

“Wait.” Trent looks through the cabinets. He crushes some pills and slides as much of the powder into a syringe as possible.  

“Yes! You’re a genius Trent!” She does the same and both inject fluids from other needles and bottles into them. “These should put them to sleep.” Marsha holds one in each hand with her arms cross in an X shape in front of Trent. He flicks them both. She raises them closer to her face and pushes the ends slightly to test squirt them. “Okay, open the door.” 

“On three. Wait, Viola?” Trent says. 

“Yeah. It wasn’t my choice. But, I dig it.” She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Cool. Call me Einstein.” Trent says. 

Marsha laughs, “Einstein? Okay.” 

“Yeah, I want a new name, life, cool job full of action, non 9-5 schedule, and more time with my family. We'll talk later. 1…2…3!” Trent opens the door and Marsha stabs the man to the left with her right hand fast and the one to the right after with her left. Both men aim their weapons and slowly faint. The two surgeons high five over their success. The power restores to the hallway as the lights flicker some. They hear an explosion and hurry to the surgical room.  

Johnny is searching room after room busting down door after door searching for Marsha. In a fury many are struck down by bullets he fired. Gim is also on the run after Federico. He corners him outside a storage room following a tracker. Kicking in the door, he is upset immediately. A fedora rested over a trash can flipped over. Slowly, he walks and picks up the hat. The bugged pen was sitting with a note saying, Hi, and a smiley face drawing flipping him off. Accompanying it was a bomb and Gim runs out of the room just in time to leap down the hall as it explodes.  

“It was a trap!” Gim gets on the radio for assistance. 

“Hmm, well he must be in that section somewhere. We have all the others searched and under our control. There has been a chopper trying to near and ours is doing their best to keep it away. They grabbed your surgeon. Not sure what’s going on with that. They haven’t found her yet.” Is spoken over the radio. 

Trent starts to worry, “Okay, just do this and if something happens, tell my wife and kids I love them and I'm sorry this happened. But, let them know it was a bomb and the mafias and our boss and everything. Cause that’s a cool way to go!” Trent tells Marsha and lays down on the operating table. In minutes he is knocked out and cut open.  

Johnny enters the medical ward of this section. Most of the rooms here were empty and offices or examine rooms. He sees the two guards laying on the ground sleeping in the hall. Smiling he looks at the needles lodged in their necks. From above, he is pounced to the ground and drops his gun. A few more drop from the ceiling and tie him up and begin to drag him. 

“You’re the candy of that pretty little surgeon. You will help me get what I want and what I want is Marsha! I rather like her new look.” Federico Alementa leans close to Johnny’s face as he is held up on his knees by two goons. “I mean…” He smiles big and raises his eye brows, “really like her new look.” Johnny attempts to head-butt him and is pulled back by his hair. “Oh, and to begin my revenge on all Asian groups…” he stands up and turns around. He holds his arm straight out and moves it from left to right in a big swinging gesture with his palm open, “no! Any group not La Eme!” He looks back over his shoulder to Johnny, “You will get to be at Marsha’s and I's honeymoon…” He chuckles sinisterly and begins to walk down the hall. Johnny attempts to leap forth with no luck and is knocked out on the back of the head. They drag him by the arms with his feet sliding across the ground. Federico makes a stop at a room and grabs a remote control.  

Marsha is moving and clamping Trent’s body as best possible on her own. She thinks she can remove the bomb with no trouble and manages to do so. Carefully, she sets it on the table. She no longer has her case to throw it in to explode safely. With a sigh of relief, she rubs the back of her wrist over her forehead to remove sweat and brushes blood across it. Her button up shirt is covered in blood; a combination of Trent’s and Rex's.  

Gim makes his way to where Marsha was snatched. He picks up her medical kit. Along his chase, he also acquired key cards to open some of the doors. Opening the metal wall, he makes his way in to find the dead Dr. Rex Kleen. Exiting the room, he finds the two guards passed out still and rushes to Johnny’s gun. He picks it up and places it between his belt and tucked in shirt. His guns are within their holsters and he is carrying one of the automatic rifles dropped off to him earlier. Unknown of where to go, he begins his search room by room.  

Marsha is stitching Trent up. Nothing internally was ruptured, punctured, or injured. The room is busted into and shots are made around the room. Some of the bulbs explode and the lighting begins to flicker.  

“Oh! I was expecting someone else. Oh, wait! Marsha…” Federico begins walking close to the table as she stared at him with a disgusted look. He looks at the bomb on the table. “You look rather lovely. You’re in luck! Arrangements have been made for us to be betrothed!” He walks around the table and throws and arm around her with their cheeks touching. “Honeymoon at my Villa in El Mezquitla Tamaulipas, Mexico!” He grabs her shoulders and shakes her side to side. “It will be perfect! Our children will be beautiful and smart.” She pushes him away. He tries to brush off blood from his clothes. “Who cares about this suit. I will just have it remade. Oh, you have not come to acceptance?” He walks around the table and grabs a clean towel. One of his goons is aiming a gun at her as she backs into a table. Federico picks up the bomb and holds it in one hand. With the other he reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out the remote to detonate it. “You of course know this is a bomb.” The man with the gun flinches some and looks briefly at it and back at Marsha. “You can either take my glorious offer. Or…die!”  

“What about my friend? How do I know the building isn’t under our control and everyone will be here soon? I know you wouldn’t kill yourself.” She states 

“Of course not! I'm needed here. But, I do have a little incentive.” Federico snaps and Johnny is drug in. The door is shut behind them and he is dropped to the floor unconscious. 

“Johnny!” She attempts to move toward him. The guns are aimed at her and she steps back; bumping into the table again.  

“Nah, ah, ahh! Stay where you're at. Accept my offer, or… both of you will die together. He will live, not well, for some time and you and I will enjoy a wonderful start of a marriage. I feel once my DNA has been passed along and born, I won’t need him. Or you…” Federico sets down the detonator and walks closer to Marsha. Using both hands, he begins to unbutton her shirt looking down it. She looks away in disgust and sees Gim out the window to the side of the room. “Well, I may keep you around for sometime. I suppose 7 is lucky and as my 7th wife bearing my 7th child, I will get all the uses out of you. He begins to kiss her neck and his eyes are shut. She reaches behind her on the table for a syringe. The door opens and shots are made everywhere. Marsha stabs the syringe into Federico Alementa to put him to sleep fast. She is shot a couple times in the arm by one of the goons as he panicked fired while being shot himself. The other goon dropped his gun and crouched down covering his head pleading surrender. Gim knocked him out with the end of his gun. Marsha rushes to Johnny on the floor. 

“Johnny!” She tries to flip him over and can’t with her shot arm. Gim rests him over her lap as she taps his face repeating his name. Slowly, his eyes open and a tear drips onto his face. He brushes one off her cheek as they both smile at one another. He kisses her and wraps an arm around her head. When he touches her arm, she flinches and backs off from pain.  

“You’re shot! He sits up fast and helps her stand. 

“I'm fine. I need to finish helping Trent. Will you help me?” They walk to the operating table and she finishes pulling through the needle stuck within him. Johnny grabs and holds the thread for her. 

“You've been watching me.” She smiles at him. Gim begins flagging down Nabi and everyone else.  

“It’s hard to take my eyes off you.” Johnny speaks with a smiles wiping blood off her face with a cloth. Trent is finished being sewn up. 

“He will be awake within an hour.” Marsha turns off the anesthetic and grabs some syringes. To numb his pain upon waking. Another is used on her arm. She pops out the bullets and sews herself up with Johnny’s help as everyone watches.  

Nabi walks over and shows her arm, “We're almost twins. Guess I can’t ask for a massage after this. I’m so sore from all the bullets I’ve taken into the vest. Guess we’ll need a spa trip instead.” She winks at Marsha who numbs her and stitches her up. Medical care is provided as best possible with the help of Johnny and Gim for relocating some bones.  

“Is he dead?” Gim kicks Federico Alementa on the floor.  

“No. He'll be awake in 12 hours. He's all yours.” Johnny and her walk out of the room holding one another. Trent has been moved onto a stretcher and the chopper has set a plank for them to board easily into.  

“No. He's my father's.” Gim grabs his wrists and someone else grabs his ankles. The second they board the chopper they just drop him on the ground. Everyone puts their feet on him like a coffee table. They let the Jopok have control of the La Eme Tower and return to the mansion cabin in the mountains.  

The next day everyone rests. Friday, Marsha prepped the placenta for useable cells. Saturday all the spinach leaves had completed decellularization and she began the process for the growth of tissue. This took another two weeks. During this time, Federico was held captive far below the home’s basement. Forced to watch and read articles of his La Eme's demise, while being maintained just enough to stay alive. When the tissues had fully developed on the spinach scaffolding, a day was spent sending fluids through each one to test the best. When this was determined, blood was sent through them.  

“Okay! I'm ready for him.” Marsha sedated Mr. Seung and begins her operation. Trent assisted her. A couple other medical assistants were also present. Using the spinach leaves, she stacked them together to create the appropriate tissues and pieces of a pigs heart. Cutting out the ruined ones inside Mr. Seung, she replaced them with the new ones. Hours passed and Marsha had a slight hint of doubt. Exiting the operating room, she sighs.  

Johnny rushes up to her and places a hand on her shoulder and raises her chin with another. “You did great!” He licks his lips. Mr. Seung awakes. Days pass and he is feeling great. No oxygen, just some soreness. Everyone is happy, proud for everyone, and themselves. Working together through everything made them close. 

Ring! 

“Mr. Seung!” He answers full of energy. “Oh. One moment. “Some high roller, not related to any crimes or organizations, I guess real estate and stocks, said his daughter has some sort of bone infection? Would you be able to help? He is willing to pay. The hospitals have all told him to give up.” 

“I'll need wood. All sorts and ask him if he knows anyone about to have a baby.” Marsha responds and sits at the table grabbing a drink. “I do my job and I do it well!” She chugs the shot. 

Action Care 

Act 1 

Section 1 (Chapter 1) 

• This is where Marsha starts her story inside her apartment. She flashes back to meeting her neighbors officially and shows us some of her skills learned pursuing a surgeon’s profession. She goes to work. It is a rainy day in the city. 

-Scene 1 – Life 

• In this scene, Marsha is in her apartment looking out the window to the parking lot. A gas station is across the street and it is raining. She gives her dog a bone and exits the apartment to see her neighbors leaving at the same time and thinks of when she officially met them. 

A spring morning with heavy rain falling from dark grey clouds that filled the city. People were rushing to or from their cars from homes and buildings. Marsha looks out her window watching people on the street and in the parking lots. A gas station was right across the street with many people rushing in and out. Whenever she sees people in a hurry as they are, she knows her day will be busy and active at work. She looks at a ticking clock on the wall reading 6:51. She sighs and puts on her rain coat. As she grabs her keys she looks at her dog who has a sad face with his ears down. A little Yorkshire Terrier mixed with some Pomeranian, with a tan head, black body, and black curly tail. Marsha smiles and walks into her kitchen. On the counter is a bag of chew bones, that she opens and gives one to her dog sitting ready to chew. After, her car keys are grabbed and she exits her apartment. As she is locking the door, her neighbor is struggling with three young boys to get them to school and a sitter. One just started high school this year and the youngest starts school next year. The husband usually leaves earlier in the mornings. Sometimes Marsha runs into him, either just coming home from work or going to. A memory runs across her mind. 

-Scene 2 - A couple summers ago… 

• The flashback goes back a few summers ago. As Marsha was coming back from the gas station with a bag full of ice cream summer snacks, Henry dislocates his shoulder. She learns of the struggle with money his family has and helps him for free while befriending them.  

Marsha had been walking back from the gas station in the middle of a hot and sunny summer day with ice cream. She waits for the light to change and signal to notify her to cross. In the parking lot of her apartment, many children are at play. Riding bikes, scooters, skate boards, or with roller blade. Jump roping, hop scotch, and dolls or action figures. She can’t help but smile and think back to how simple things used to be when you are a kid. The signal changes and she makes her way across the street. Her neighbor drove into the parking lot and got out her car. 

Henry: Mom! Mom! Look! 

The older boy had shouted while the younger had ran over to hug her. He began to do a bike trick. By pulling up on the handle bars and leaning back the front wheel of the bike went into the air fast. With so much excitement at the time, he over did it.  

(Crunch, slam, crack) 

Henry: Ahhgg!  

The boy beings to scream in pain. The bike flipped and he hit the hard blacktop fast with the bike landing on top of him. 

Candice: Henry!  

Candice dropped all of her groceries and ran over to her son fast. His friends removed the bike and she began to cry.  

Candice: My boy, my son! Why? Would this happen? We…we can’t do nothing m' baby. 

She lifted her son over her lap and a waterfall of tears fell.  

Candice: Devon, go get your daddy to help me bring him upstairs. 

Marsha: May I take a look?  

Marsha asked while taking a bite of her ice cream.  

Candice: Yes! Anything! Please! We don’t have insurance and getting by is hard enough. Are you a doctor? I've seen you in scrubs. Please! Help my baby boy! 

Marsha puts the remaining bit of ice cream into her mouth and bites down on the stick. It beings to melt in her mouth. Slowly and carefully, Marsh touches the boys chest and shoulders. She pulls the stick out of her mouth. 

Marsha: I need to check his back side, and after we need to remove his shirt to be extra sure. 

 They flip him over and Henry cringes from pain. They remove his shirt and he starts to scream in agony.  

Marsha: Stop. 

Marsha leaves his shirt on, from the pain, and just looks up and down his shirt at his body. 

Marsha: Well, it doesn’t seem like he has any internal bleeding and his collar bone seems to be fine. That’s really good to hear. 

Candice: Bless you, bless you. What about his arm? I may not have any medical degree, but I know it’s not supposed to look like that. A mother knows when her child is hurt too by how he reacted to us. 

The father came running over with a toddler and Devon. 

Marsha: Yes, I would say he may have a broken arm, but... Now, I’m not a doctor, but I am a surgeon and can tell you this seems like a simple dislocation of the humerus from the scapula. I can relocate it, but it will hurt. Best do it now, than later. 

Lyle: Go ahead and do it. A little pain will be good for my boy to think and learn over the consequences of his actions. Hell, there ain’t no way we could take him in anywhere. You won’t charge us? Right?  

Marsha: No. If you and he all agree, I will do it.  

Marsha looks at the father and mother who nods her head with a tear running down the cheek. She grabs the boys hand and looks at him breathing heavily some and he nods with a tear running down his face.  

Marsha: Okay. Let’s get him over to that bench. 

They move Henry to a nearby bench at the edge of the parking lot near a dog area.  

Marsha: I need you sit up straight and tall for me. 

Henry moves. His right shoulder droops down with the hand dangling beside him. Marsha grabs his writs and positions it near his belly button while bending his elbow carefully. Slowly, she moves the wrist out towards the right until the boy cringes.  

Marsha: Sorry. Here, bite this. 

She puts the popsicle stick between his teeth. From there, she moves his wrist back near his belly button. Quickly, she tugs it out and grabs his bicep. In just a few seconds she shoves it up and a loud pop could be heard. Henry had bit the popsicle stick hard, but spit it out as he leaned forward in pain. Marsha smiles and looks at the mother.  

Marsha: He will be fine. Just make him keep his arm bent with the wrist near his mid section as I had him. I have a splint somewhere. I will bring it to you. 

Candice: Thank you! Thank you!  

The mother hugs and kisses Marsha on the cheek. The father grabs her hand with both of his and squeezes hard shaking it thanking her too.  

Henry: What’s your name? 

Marsha: It’s Marsha. Marsha Olles. You can call me Mo. 

Henry: Thank you, Mo. I'm sorry. 

Marsha: You are very welcome young man. It happens. It’s rare for children to not hurt themselves at some point of their lives. Broken bones and fractures, well, this was nothing compared to sport injuries. You will heal and be able to do them still. Or, helping your Ma bring in groceries. 

She kneels and winks at him 

Marsha: As dad here said, life lesson, next time that should be your first reaction and then you can show off your tricks. 

She taps him on the leg and stands to walk to her bag of frozen treats. She reaches in and pulls out two ice creams.  

Marsha: Here, I don’t have any lollies on me, but this will do. 

She gives Henry and Devon each one who smile. Then, she opens the bag to the mom and father who reject, but lets the toddler pick his own out. The mother and father both smile as they watch her walk away into the building.  

-Scene 3 - Present day… 

• Marsha greets her neighbors in the hall of their apartment. She exits and leaves for work. 

Marsha smiles and watches everyone in the hallway of the apartment. Henry runs by. 

Henry: Good Morning Mo! Gotta go, try outs are today for summer sports! 

Marsha: Go get em’ tiger! Remember, water and vegetables! 

Mo shouted to him as he went down the hall and into the stairwell. 

Henry: I know! I know! 

Devon: Good morning, Mo!  

Marsha smiled and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a lollie and gave it to him.  

Devon: Thank you! 

He ran to the elevator and hit the button. 

Candice: Ugh, boys! You need to get one in your life and have some little angels yourself. 

The mother smiles and pokes Marsha in the shoulder.  

Marsha: When I meet the right guy. It’s just work keeps me so busy. With the super mom, Candice, it would be hard to compete with you. 

Candice laughs 

Candice: Right. You have yourself a good one Mo. You don’t have to work in the hospital, ya know. But, I can feel love is just around the corner for you. 

She proceeds to the elevator and Marsha takes the stairs.  

Marsha exits the building to see Henry getting on the school bus outside the complex. Candice is waiting to exit in her car with Devon and Trevor. Marsha walks over to her car and enters it. She drives a 2002 red convertible Volkswagen beetle 4 cylinder that has seat covers of a character from the 90s. With the rain the top can not come down. Marsha knows she makes more money than anyone in her whole complex. At the same time, she preferred to keep a low profile and did not like the people often associated with the higher end complexes in the city. Whenever possible, she does what she can for the building. Parties, maintenance, or event paying for the elderly couple to be in a home, it does not bother her.  

Scene 4 – Going to work 

• This is Marsha arriving to work. Her typical day and meeting a co worker and her boss. 

Marsha arrives at a hospital and turns into the parking lot. She drives into the parking garage and stops on the second floor to see a couple arguing in the distance. She snuffs and continues to the next floor. Again, she stops. This time to wait for a car pulling out.  The next floor, she stops again. Only this time, there was no one parked on this floor at all. The lights flickered some and she continued on. Marsha always parked on the 6th floor. This was the largest hospital within the city. She had only been there for almost 2 years and still was not acquainted with everyone. Sitting in her car for about 10 minutes staring and thinking, she gets out as a co worked pulled up. 

Trent: Marsha! Good morning darling! Are you ready for the day? I heard there was an accident on the interstate nearby, I'm sure some of the patients will be directed to us. Removing glass, whiplash, and trauma are on are midst. I bet you on it! 

He nudges her some with his elbow and she smiles. The two begin to walk.  

Trent: Say, Marsha, did you hear about Rex's vacation coming up? 

Marsha: Yeah, he said something about going to his mother’s. I think he’s going to move her into a home. It sprung up suddenly. I’m actually scheduled to fill in for him while he’s gone.  

The co worker stops, and Marsha turns around to look at him as he speaks 

Trent: Aw man! You’re so lucky! What it’s been 2 years and you’re his favourite! I’ve been here 5 years and still mess up on paperwork. 

Marsha: Well, not just that. You also have a kid and a wife to take care of. Everyone seems to have families, except me. 

The two continue to walk. 

Trent: Speaking of my wife, she wants to know if you want to go with her to her friends bachelorette party. Scratch that! 

He stops and grabs Marsha’s shoulders and begins to shake her. 

Trent: You are going to go home with me next month on the first Friday to the party and you are not aloud to go home until you meet a guy or relax some! 

He stops and looks at her.  

Trent: Sorry, that is exactly how Rachel said it and told me to do it. 

Marsha smiles at him and continues to walk.  

Trent: Yep, that is exactly how she said you would respond. C' mon! She loves you and says you need to be the humor of the night cause her friend is so… 

he pinches his nose and changes his voice,  

Trent: boring! Like, her husband to be. Making a living with data entry for a company that sells some sort of rodent thing. 

He un pinches his noes.  

Trent: I'm telling you, boring! The guy is a total lame wad to be around and I will be with him that whole night. 

Marsha: What does she do? 

Trent: Ugh! She’s a teacher, for 2nd grade. Boring! 

Marsha giggles 

Marsha: Isn’t your son in 2nd grade? 

Trent: Yes, and just because she’s his teacher does not mean I need to like her or her husband. Just go and have fun! 

He punches her on the shoulder and the two proceed to the locker room for the surgeons in the hospital. He walks to a different isle and preps himself for the day, as Marsha goes to her locker. Soon after, another person enters the room and opens the locker right next to Marsha. 

Scene 5 – starting the day 

• This is Marsha in the locker room just prepping for her day.  

Rex: Good morning Marsha. Lovely weather we're having. I can always tell if it will rain the whole day or stop by noon based on your hair. Curly hair is exquisite and today I see it will be rainy all day. There was a car collision just reported having the less critical patients directed to us, to not fill up the other hospital. Best prep yourself. 

He had grabbed his cell phone to reply to message and put it back.  

Marsha: Okay. I will be clocked in soon.” Marsha replies as he leaves.  

Trent: Told ya!  

He gloats and exits the room. Marsha pulls her hair up into a bun with chopsticks and grabs her face mask and stethoscope with some other items for her job. The locker is slammed shut and she makes her way out of the room to start her job for this rainy busy day at the hospital. 

Section 2 (Chapter 2-3) 

• More into Marsha work life. She is kidnapped from the hospital, by the mafia and sedated. Waking up in an unknown warehouse, she provides medical attention to injured men. Sedated again, while being kissed by a guy she finds attractive, she wakes up in her own bed. Work is full of paparazzi. She is called on a emergency shooting at a school. Funeral. Sees two of the same men who kidnapped her. They drive up besides her after she drops off a drunk grandma from the funeral in a sports car. 

Scene 1 – The bad 

• This scene shows an example of a good patient and bad patient that she frequently encounters   

It was just another day at the hospital for Marsha. She would be called somewhere, deal with a patient, and do her job to the best possible. Of course, the results varied. The people who were well off and those who didn’t care. The people who would stress over what was happening. The people who would get angry because of either or and results not going in their favour. Of course, living in a city, the low life always mange to weasel in.  

When Marsha clearly sees a woman who is in no need for surgery claiming of such horrible back pain and is asked to sit up straight, they do so without a problem. Their spine is just fine, no need for medications and definitely no surgery is needed. But, they proceed to complain and beg. Marsha just sternly says, 

Marsha: No! Get outa' here! I see no reason for anything other than to fix your posture and stop slouching. I have real people in pain to help that have done everything possible to prevent it. 

Marsha walks out of an examine room and leans on the door after closing it. She rubs her head and proceeds to the next patient on her clip board. She was upset that woman got passed a doctor to make them believe a possible lumbar surgery was required. To her benefit, that doctor had just exited a room. 

Marsha: Hey! 

She rushes up to the doctor and halts them.  

Marsha: The woman in room 89, totally fine. Next time, make sure you do a full spine analysis. Just because the say they are in pain, does not mean they are. I mean, I didn’t even have to examine her to know she just has bad posture. The fidgeting, lack of eye contact, and sweating showed withdrawals to something. I have other things to do than cater to addicts. 

1. For this scene other is a doctor 

Other: 89? That’s my sister! She’s in pain! How dare you call her an addict! I will have her see a more competent surgeon! 

The doctor walks away angered and Marsha just stood their in disappointment. Onto her daily tasks she went.  

Scene 2 – The good 

• Here Marsha helps an elderly couple that was victim to the car accident this morning.  

The next patient was worthy of her time. An elderly couple, both had bits of glass within them. They were not injured otherwise from the pile up, but the glass was not penetrating far into their skin. Marsha administered them both some pain meds and began to remove the glass.  

Using tweezers, disinfectant, and some band aids, all the glass was removed. With gratitude they thanked her and she went about her day knowing how good it felt to help others.  

Time passed, and it was passed noon. The rush had died down and Marsha took her lunch. After it, she had pre scheduled surgeries to do and completed.  

Scene 3 – The friends 

• In the cafeteria of the hospital, Marsha hears of justice and has very supportive friends.  

Trent: Marsha!  

Trent drops his tray down and sits across from her at a table.  

Trent: Did you hear? One of the doctors got fired! Writing prescriptions for patients that they didn’t need. I heard it was a family thing. Rex is the one who initiated it! 

Marsha: Really?  

She begins to rotate alfredo pasta onto her fork.  

Marsha: Was it sisters? Do you know? 

Trent: Yeah. 

Marsha: I refused a woman treatment and complained to a doctor, that claimed the patient as her sister, and walked away with tension between us. I'm glad to know that defiance was justified. 

She eats the pasta off her fork. 

Paula: Marsha!  

A woman sits down next to her in a women’s pant suit.  

Paula: I heard about how one of your patients was in cahoots with a doctor. They were terminated and mentioned your name a few times.” She says. 

Marsha: Yep. I can’t seem to go a month without upsetting someone. But, I do my job and I do it well. 

Trent: So, it was you? God, no wonder Rex put you in charge. You seem to encounter so many situations that most of us don’t experience or even realize. If a doctor tells me something, I listen. From now on, I will try to use my own judgement and not be afraid to stand up to them. 

Paula: Trent! You’re a surgeon! You're above their pay grade. Of course use your judgment and stand up. Ya'll both know ya can call me in for anything! 

Trent: Thanks, Paula! Give me another one of your cards to carry. 

Paula hands him a couple of her cards. 

Two more men sit down in jumpsuits for the custodial crew. 

Bob: Marsha! I was told to give you a key to Dr. Rex's office while he's gone. 

Trent: Yeah! She’s moving on up fast here. 

Bob: I just want you to know, his mother isn’t what he’s up to. But, I do not know anything further than that.  

Dave: I feel Marsha may have his job in just a few years! Whatever happens next week will really influence that.  

He winks and Marsha ignores it, while eating her lunch. 

Marsha: Look! 

Marsha places her fork along the edge of her plate and on the tray.  

Marsha: I do my job, and I do it well. The best possible, always! Sheesh! 

She looks up and rolls her eyes. 

Marsha: I’m a broken record today. 

Everyone eats their lunch and continues about their jobs throughout the day. 

Scene 4 – work 

• Back to work in the hospital. Rex has an injury and asks Marsha to lead a surgery. 

Rex: Marsha. I see we’re about to conduct a knee transplant. I know I was scheduled to run it, but I have permission from the patient to allow you to run things. My wrist is acting up today, probably from tennis over the weekend, but I don’t feel comfortable doing such a surgery. Would you take it on for me? 

She stops washing her hands and begins to dry them off. 

Marsha: Sure. I'm always ready and able to do my job and do it well. The best I can. 

Rex: Good!  

He walks past her and pats her on the back,  

Rex: I can always trust in you. That’s why I have left you in charge next week. 

Marsha: Thanks, Dr. Kleen.  

Rex: Please, Marsha, call me Rex. You have been hear long enough and I highly respect you. 

The afternoon goes by with many surgeries ran by Marsha and Rex as he assistant. They took a break together at one point and continued about their business afterwards.  

Scene 5 – Suits 

• This is Marsha exiting work. Men in suits followed her out, passed by in a van that followed her, and were scene at her place of residence. 

When the day was over, Marsha could not tell if the sun had set or not. With it raining all day, the sky could not project its mood. She walked to her car on the 6th floor. After exiting the elevator and entering the garage, she had become unsettled.  

In the elevator, two men in suits had exited with her. But, every car she could see was normal for the employees often working here. One pulled out a cigarette and began to puff as the other just watched Marsha. Quickly, going to her car, she drove off trying to not make eye contact with the other man who was staring at her the whole time. She looked and they made eye contact as she drove passed. A black van has passed by her with men in similar suits as she exited the parking garage.  

On her way home, that same van ended up behind her. Paranoia kicked in and Marsha drove around endlessly until she lost them at a light, after turning left. Making 3 lefts to end up behind them, she was able to go home without them following her.  

Rushing back into her apartment, something did not feel right. Closing her front door fast, she leaned up against it and slid to the floor on her butt.  

Her dog rushed over in excitement to greet her return home. Marsha hugs and pets him. Henry usually walked him for her. From there, she gives him some canned pet food and she preps dinner for herself. In the middle of cutting carrots, she stops. Something in her instincts prompted her to walk to the window.  

Looking outside, she sees the same van in the parking lot at the gas station across the street. Closing the curtains, in a manner of not panic, she peeps through the crack on the side to watch. A group of men in suits, of different colours and styles, all enter the van. They park in the lot of her complex and just sit there. Marsha was unable to finish making her meal and spent most of the night looking out the window with discrepancy. Eventually, she did fall asleep, sitting against the wall below the window, with her dog laying on her lap.  

*Tone on a phone* 

An alarm goes off on Marsha’s phone. The first things she does is look out the window. The van was nowhere to be seen. She opens her curtains in a manner of common habit and to look around more. She takes her dog for a walk with caution and paranoia.  

Henry had come down to chat with her, before getting ready for school, as he often would.  

Scene 6 – Kidnapped  

• This is where Marsha is kidnapped from the hospital. 

Time passed and everything became normal. Going to work, and doing her job and doing it well. Socializing with friends and of course taking in praise from her mentor.  

Marsha is escorting a patient and his wife out. 

2. For this scene other is Mrs. Wang. 

Marsha: Okay, Mr. Wang. You make sure to stay off that leg for a couple weeks and absolutely no fornication in this time, or else it will be back on the surgical table. 

Other: I told him not to do it and he did anyways. I can't complain, but I would rather have a mobile husband than go weeks without. 

Mrs. Wang takes over pushing the back of a wheel chair. 

Marsha: I can only hope to meet someone and share what you two have. Please, don’t hesitate to call me and do as instructed.” Marsha waves an watches them exit the hospital.  

3. For this part of the scene other is a secretary 

A woman at the counter flags her down.  

Other: Marsha! How do you do it? 

Marsha: What do you mean? 

Marsha leans on the counter with an elbow to listen to the secretary. 

Other: That couple was so angered with me when they came in and pretended to not know English. You have such a way with patients. 

Marsha: I don’t know. I guess, I just do my job and indo it well. I ‘m always me. How did that date go the other night? 

Other: Ugh! Can you take lunch right now? I will tell you all about it. 

Smash, screams 

The front sliding doors of the hospital are crashed through by a black van. Many began to scatter and police were quickly called in. A few men jump out from the double back doors and passenger side. Gunshots are set off upwards into the ceiling. Marsha is quickly grabbed, with a bag shoved over her head, and drug into the back of the van. More gun shots are set off with lots of screaming for reaction after from people inside the hospital. Marsha doesn’t panic and sits still after being placed within the back of the van. A needle is felt into her arm. As a surgeon the thoughts of what it could be and the effects cross her mind. Her head droops some and the bag is removed from her head. Two guys can been seen, and her attention it drawn to one of them. Marsha smiles and slowly closes her eyes. Soon after, her head drops forward as she is placed unconscious. 

The guys within the van all have an Asian decent and were wearing the same black stealth garments of long sleeve turtlenecks and black baggy pants. Having paint on their faces. In another language, they speak with one another of the accomplishment of their task. The van drives off to under a bridge. Marsha is lifted into the back of a limo.  

The men all change garments into their suits after removing the paint from their faces. The styles, colours, and patterns all expressed each man’s personality.  

When Marsha opened her eyes, she was tied to a chair within and unknown warehouse. Seeing the ground first, her head raises to see the man she saw before passing out. A smile begins to fill her face, and it takes a lot of effort to be angry and aggressive. 

Scene 7 – Do my job 

• Marsha was kidnapped and brought to a warehouse where some men are needing medical attention. Johnny is here with the Kkangpae.  

Marsha: What do you want! Where am I? 

The area is inside a large factory of some sort. Police sirens can be heard outside zooming by. Marsha looks around to find a few men in pain from bullet holes on a nearby couch and sitting around a table. The two men in front of her do not have any weapons and she can see it is now nighttime. They just stare at her and she realizes they are testing her. 

Marsha: They need help. 

Marsha looks at the injured men.  

Marsha: I can help them. As a surgeon, I took an oath to help anyone who may need me. 

Johnny: Yes. They do. But, can we trust you? 

Johnny leans forward and stares into her eyes as the other points a gun at her. Marsha leans back just slightly and examines his full being and smiles. 

Marsha: I can see you’re very well suited off for yourself. Nice jewelry, finely embroidered and tailor suits. Large factory holding nothing. 

She looks to the side as best possible to something just barely within her sight behind her.  

Marsha: High performance vehicles. 

After, she regains eye contact with the one man as he stand up straight and continues to stare at her.  

Marsha: You obviously know me and my life. If you untie me, I can promise to behave. Lives are on the line and my instincts are acting up. If one of them were too… 

Looking away to the side, Marsha closes her eyes and stop breathing for a moment. The one guys walks behind her to untie her ropes as she exhales strongly. As soon as she is released, Marsha rushes over to the injured men. The one who caught her interest most was hunched over on a couch holding his lower abdomen.  

Marsha: I will need bandages and disinfectant with some needles and…”  

She looks around at the men.  

Marsha: Silk or nylon thread. Dental floss could work too. 

Rushing over to the next man, his coat is quickly removed. A bullet can be seen on the surface of his chest. Right on the rib cage.  

Marsha: This will need a knife, disinfected, bandages and some stop or recovering bleeding powder. I guess some super glue would work. Unless, you want to take the chance of just wrapping him up tightly every few hours. 

Lastly, she approaches the last few guys. Marsh begins to laugh. 

Marsha: Nothing much. Just surface abrasions that will heal on their own. Vitamins, healthily living, and disinfectant. 

Everything needed is brought to Marsha. Post haste, she tends to all the injured men. After the 5th one, the one guy lowers his weapon in relief and relaxing with some trust. A metal tool case on wheels is rolled over to her almost her height. It has many drawers. The one man looks into her eyes, with his head turned to the side, and opens a couple drawers. 

Johnny: What do they need? 

Each drawer opens up to be filled with medications of all sort. Pain, body, infections, mental, pills, injections, drinkable, and all sorts.  

Marsha: I'm not a pharmacists, but of course pain and infection. 

Marsha reaches out to open the drawers. Pushed away some by the man with the gun to the other man, she can’t help but enjoy the other guys grin toward her as she gives medications and administers them to the patients. He catches her staring at him at one point when he looked away and smirks at her. Marsha moves her face fast to pretend she was not gazing at him.  

When time had passed with the patients feeling much better, Marsha was approached by the one guy. 

Johnny: I'm sorry…  

He looks down a few inches towards her face, while being that close to her entire body. A needle is quickly drawn and stabbed into Marsha. This time, she flinches forth and up. As she grabs his arm the other hand is thrown around his neck. He kisses her as she passes out.  

Scene 8 – news 

• Here Marsha wakes up in her apartment the morning after the kidnapping. She watches the news and ready’s for her work day.  

When Marsha opened her eyes, she found herself lying within her own bed of her own apartment. The first thing she did was check the entire place. Beneath the bed, inside of closest, cabinets or out in the hall, nothing lead to whom her assailants might have been. Her assumption is clear that the mafia was involved. Marsha turns on her TV. 

For this scene Other is the TV reporter 

Other: the over active gang activity is at it’s highest. We suggest not engaging with any one you do not personally know. A stranger who makes conversation and follows you home, is something gone un foreseen today. Between all races and orders of mafia have recently broken out to high extent. All we can determine is the displacement of ones higher ruler. When one mob boss begins to fall, the rest begin to act over gain of supremacy. If you have any leads pertaining to this, please call the number below provided. 

Marsha is unsure how to react and walks away to he bathroom to get ready for her day. She knows the law enforcement will be engaged to act over her disappearance, yet is confused to why they have not already had a patrol to her place of residence.  

Scene 9 – scandals  

• Marsha goes to work to face paparazzi and news media of all sorts and avoids them as best possible. She gets a pep talk from Rex. 

Marsha makes her way back to her place of work. The most engaged hospital of the city it resides in. As anticipated, she was questioned, interrogated, and reframed from doing her job. Time passed and the day is nearly out. Marsha found time to be herself. With no calls on her pager, she relaxes with herself in the locker rooms. Nobody came by for hours as she had no calls. Suddenly, the door to the locker room is forcefully opened. Upon shutting, her mentor was relived to get rid of the paparazzi, and to see Marsha.  

Rex: Damn! You caused quite the stir here!” The mentor speaks. 

Marsha: Yeah, I’m sorry. I have been in hear most of the day to avoid all the scandals. I swear! I was here! I woke up somewhere else, provided medical treatment, knocked out, and woke up at home! I don’t actually want to go home tonight. What do I do? I was given heavy sedatives to pass me out. Twice! My description is… 

She thinks to herself how she wasn’t harmed and the men needed help. Also, thinks of how the one guy was cute. 

Marsha: It's fuzzy… they had a gun pointed at me! 

She stands up frantically to defend herself.  

Marsha: This is a place of healing and treatment! Not a f… 

Rex: Marsha! 

He stops her and hold his hands out.  

Rex: Relax, nothing will effect us. The security is working on getting a restraining order. But, the hospital administrator was into the publicity. We just need to let this pass and we will be back to what we do best. C'mon! We do our jobs well and as best possible! I am confident in my absence next week when I will be gone everything will be fine. Or else I would not have appointed you! 

Marsha smiles.  

Rex: Good! I will redirect some of my cases to you, today. Nobody else would I entrust. 

Marsha: Well, I do my job and do it as the best as I can! I don’t want to fail in your belief in me. I will listen and take your words to guide me. 

Marsha pulls out her equipment and takes a seat back on the bench.  

Scene 10 – the sad 

• Marsha tends an emergency call for a shooting at a school.  

Not too much time passes and she is quickly called upon for a paramedic emergency of a shooting that took place at a nearby school in the county. With the paramedics she is rushed out of the hospital. In an ambulance they arrive to the shooting.  

At the school, Marsha was faced with many students who looked her age, but were at least a decade blow her. She took to infiltrating the school by herself, separating from the others. The cops didn’t even notice. Walking down the hallways, she was alone with no guidance. No knowledge over what had just happened and what was to come. The only thing running through her mind, was to aid others and survive it all! 

Crying could be heard. Marsha stops and slowly creeps along the wall towards the whimpers. Fear and panic was the only thing she could pick up. Ignoring it all, and continuing forth, she makes her way farther into the situation. Turning a corner where the sound escalated, a gun was pointed directly at her. 

4. For this scene other is a high school boy. 

Other: Who are you? What do you want! 

A teenage boy shouts while pointing a weapon at Marsha. 

Marsha: Marsha! My name is Marsha! I…I just want to help! I'm with the paramedics! A surgeon! I don’t believe you are here to harm everyone. What is it you want to earn over this! 

Other: Well…I… I don’t know! People are so cruel and deserve to suffer as I have! 

The teenage boy responds while holding another teenager within his arms his moves the gun pointed at.  

Other: Stop moving! 

Marsha: Okay! I am one who was taken from the hospital from my daily duties. I am not a cop, nor am I paramedic. I just want to make sure everyone gets the medical attention they need. 

Marsha pleads, nervous. The assailant resides some to think, while releasing others.  

Other: How can I know to trust you? I have no belief in man kind! 

Marsha: I can’t pursued you over whatever. For certain, my beliefs do not surpass others. What I care for, in the end, is accomplishing success. As a surgeon, I will always help those who need it as best I can and possible! 

Other: I hate people! I hate how they have treated me! How I became of it! And of course what is to come! I know it is too late to change what society places of it, but what can I do now? 

Marsha: It’s not of my dealing. But, if you surrender now, I know I can do what I can to change it all. A…a simple mistaken direction of bullying with negative outcomes. Some time at a facility will be required, but not in the law enforcement walls, that can be avoided. People are cruel, unkind, and of course misunderstood in this world. Being able to deal with it, I see as great, but as society not so much, but, I can respect. Just do as I say, and I will do what I can to help. 

The boy thought for a moment, lowered his gun to a hostage, and then aimed it to his head.  

Marsha: No!  

She leaped forth! A bullet went through the assailants brain. She held his wound and draped him over her lap while sitting on her legs upon  the ground. The rest of emergency people rushed in of both police, fire, and paramedics from the sound of the gun fire.  

Other: You’re right!  

He spoke with blood coming out of his mouth.  

Other: I’m not one to belong in this world. I can’t deal with it or with what  I’ve done. 

Slowly after, his eyes roll to the back of his head as the rest of his body gives out and he dies. Marsha cried a tear for him taking in this moment forever.  

5. Here the other is any emergency responder. 

Other: Surgeon! Over here! 

Marsha stood up and proceeded over to assist where she was needed. At the end of situation, only 4 casualties were taken with over a hundred injured.  

Scene 11 – funeral  

• Marsha tends the funeral of the teenage boy. The two men in suits are there. She hangs out with his family. The grandma gets drunk and she takes her home in the grandma's car. When walking home a familiar sports car approaching her as she proceeds down the side walk.  

She went to the funeral of the one initiated it all. It was a few days after. Marsha stood at his body, reconstructed with wax, and the obituary left with no one knowing he was the attacker that day of all the victims. She grabbed his hand and closed her eyes, looking forth, over the body to the casket.  

6. Here other is the teenage boy's grandmother  

Other: Thank you! 

An elderly woman had grabbed the hand around his and hers within the casket.  

Other: I knew Jimmy must of had a pretty gal like you in his life. He was always shy. 

Marsha just smiled as the older woman, who she presumed to be his grandmother, told stories of him. For hours, she did not release her hand, but she felt good knowing his last words made him happy and that she could pass on that feeling to the rest who believed in him.  

When leaving the casket, she had seen two men in the back of the room. One was who had kissed her previously, and the other one being who she had aided medical attention to. Blushing for a moment, she ignored them both and engaged in the family as much as possible for her rest of the day.  

Of course, eventually, she had to go home. It was after driving the drunken grandmother home, in her own car, she began to walk down the street.  

The two men had drove up to her in a black sports car. She stopped walking along the side walk.   

Staring forth along the path, she spoke to the two men in the vehicle beside he, without turning her head, as they rolled down their window. 

Marsha: What do you want? 

Section 3 (Chapters 4-7) 

• Marsha officially meets the Kkangpae, it’s leader, Mr. Seung  and Johnny. She shows some more of her skills as a surgeon and is threatened by the La Eme. 

Scene 1 

• Here Marsha briefly speaks to some of the Kkangpae as she walks down a sidewalk, who drove off. She returns home.  

Marsha was staring as some children running home into a house. Figuring it must have been dinner time, she couldn’t help but aw over their free ability to be as they are. At this point, whether the men took her again or she made it home to go back to work the next day, it didn’t matter. After the day she pretended having a life towards others, she felt hers was un accomplished. Slowly, Marsha turned her face toward the men in the car over her left shoulder.  

Marsha: I do my job, and I do it well. That’s all I have and all I’m good for. 

Marsha turns the rest of her body to face them and holds her hands out as if she was being cuffed by police. Palms open and faced up 

Marsha: Just take me away from here so I can forget this day. 

She closes her eyes and hears the car drive off. A distinctive muffler with tire marks left on the pavement from a fast take off from park to 1st through a manual. Marsha opens her eyes and watches the sports car drive off. She continues her walk to a nearby bus stop and makes her way home. After a few transfers, and one being the wrong direction, she makes her way back home.  

Scene 2 – home 

• This is almost the official meeting between Johnny and Marsha. She does not tell her his name here though. He is at her apartment waiting for her to go to work. He just had to see her. 

It’s just passed midnight and her dog was very excited to see her. Leaving around dawn, and being gone that long, she had gave it a can of dog food. Dry stuff was always left out, but when she is gone that long she tends to make up for it with the canned stuff. Marsha leans against her wall and slides down to her butt with the knees bent near her shoulders. She scratches her dog as it gobbles down the food and smiles watching his happiness. Hours go by and she does not sleep. Insomnia was common for her.  

With the sun rising, Marsha began her routine for work. A shower, eating breakfast, and making sure she took uniforms with her to work, if needed, she does everything with plenty of time to spare. To pass time, she took to looking out her window. The same sports car could be seen in the parking lot as she had seen before. With a quick search of her apartment, decides to look out the peep hole of her front door. Nothing could be seen, but she decided to open it anyways. To the right towards her neighbors nothing could been seen. She takes a full step into the center of the hall and looks to the left. 

Johnny: Good Morning! 

Marsha slowly engaged eye contact with him. Frozen, unsure what to do, Marsha just stares into his eyes.  

Johnny: Are you going to invite me in? 

She knows he is the one who had kissed her, injected her, and was driving the car, she shook her head some and gestured him to go inside. After he walked in, she followed and shut the door. Her dog barked and ran up friendly. He kneeled down to pet it and gave it a treat from within one of his suit jacket pockets.  

Marsha: What are you doing here? What do you want with me? 

Marsha leans on her front door with her hand rested over her other arm’s elbow and a leg bent prompted up. 

Johnny picks up the dog and stands. 

Johnny: What makes you think I'm here for you? I do rather like your dog. This is my 3rd encounter with it. 

He raises an eyebrow towards her and turns his body to the side. Slowly, he begins to examine her apartment and walk around while petting the dog in his arms.  

Johnny: Nice place you have hear. Decorated at least. I wouldn’t choose this building or neighborhood. Doesn’t even have a pool, clubhouse, or neighborhood. 

Marsha: So!  

Marsha moves from the door and walks into the center of her living room where Johnny is and grabs her dog. He pulls it away a few times from her and laughs when she doesn’t nab him. Then, he let’s her have the dog back. She hugs her best friend and looks at him seriously. 

Marsha: I like this building, the neighborhood, and especially the people! I'm sure you probably live in some sort of high end loft with domestic disputes and people more concerned with their looks than others. 

Marsha let’s her dog go on the floor and it runs to it’s bed in the room. She stands and begins to retaliate 

Marsha: Look at your clothes!  

She grabs the lapels, one in each hand, and continues to complain. 

Marsha: These could… 

Before she could finish her sentence, Johnny had grabbed both sides of her chins below her cheeks and kissed her. A few seconds passed, and Marsha began to pull away. Johnny moved his hands to grab hers to pull her closer to him as he stepped closer. It was followed by one arm moving behind her neck and the other to her back. A minute passes and he pulls away looking into Marsha’s eyes. 

Johnny: You are amazing just as you are. I'm not supposed to be here, but be prepared. We will need your help again. We will leave you alone at work, but here… 

He takes off running and leaves the apartment. Marsha just watches her door open and slam shut. When the man exits into the hall, Lyle spots him on his way to work. 

Lyle: Good morning! 

Marsha watches Johnny from her window enter his car. Right after he ignites the engine, he looks to her window and smiles. After, he drives off. Marsha takes her dog for its morning walk and Henry finds her on his morning jog. 

Scene 3 – morning chatter 

• Marsha and Henry have a morning talk outside of the apartment complex. Marsha goes to work. 

Henry: Mo! How are you? 

Henry pets the dog for a moment.  

Henry: You too Raynor buddy! 

Marsha: Good, thank you. What was your time and distance today? 

Henry: Only a mile today in under 2 minutes. I have a date tonight! I don’t want to be tired. 

Marsha: Good for you! What’s her name? 

Henry: Well, I'm not supposed to tell you unless you tell me his name. 

Henry smiles and puts on a cute face and posture towards Marsha.  

Henry: C' mon Mo! You’re family to us! 

Marsha begins to rock side to side and turns around while walking her dog,  

Marsha: Well, I don’t actually know his name. We have met a few times. 

She looks back over his shoulder. 

Marsha: He is handsome.  

She looks away and has a sad face that Henry can not see. 

Marsha: But, we don’t know each other yet.  

Raynor walks around and Marsha is facing Henry again with a content look on her face,  

Marsha: He’s a future client of mine, well, people he knows that he is associated with. 

Henry: Olivia.  

Henry makes eye contact with Mo.  

Henry: Her name is Olivia. We have science together. 

He looks down,  

Henry: I'm scared she won’t like me. She is top of our class, and I just barely get by. 

Marsha giggles and covers her mouth. 

Henry: I don’t think it’s your intelligence why she agreed to a date. Just be yourself. You'll be fine!  

Marsha walks past him and pats him on the back. The two make their way back into the apartment complex.  

It is nearly time for Marsha to leave for work. She leans her forehead on her front door and listens into the hall for her neighbors to leave before exiting again. Once they had gone by, she made her way out of the building. Slowly, she walked down the steps until she reached the door to outside.  

Scene 4 – work, work, work 

• A pep talk from her mentor before he takes his vacation. 

On her way to work, she had seen the same black van as before follow her. Making it inside the hospital, she went about her day. But, as it neared the end, she began to fill with anxiety and anticipation. Before leaving the locker room, she sat down on the bench near her locker and stared into it. 

Rex: Marsha! 

She flinches some.  

Rex: Are you okay?”  

He grabs her shoulder and leans around and forward to look into her eyes.  

Rex: Is something on your mind? You seem…distracted. 

Marsha: Thanks, Rex. I'm fine. I was just thinking about some redecorating at my place that my dog may not like it. His bed will be moved. 

Rex: Okay! I'm counting on you next week. Enjoy your weekend and we will chat on Monday before I take off for my vacation! 

He walks backward while putting on his coat and holds his thumbs up before exiting the locker room. Marsha smiles and holds up one thumbs up in return. After, she continues to stare into her locker for many minutes thinking over what may happen when going home.  

Nearly and hour passes and Marsha finally walks to her car in the garage. Looking around, nothing was out of the ordinary. Just the usual employee cars she was used too and some other vehicles. No black vans. When walking around her bug, a white sheet of paper was within her handle. Fast she walks forth and grabs it. A smile fills her face when she sees a hand drawn heart and a time, 10 p.m. Marsha enters her car and looks at the time, 7:17 p.m. She smiles looking at the note again and sets it on the seat next to her. The car is turned on and Marsha makes her way home. No black vans followed her. As she shut her car door in her complex, she looked across the street at the gas station.  

Scene 5 – Gas Station 

• Marsha gets some snacks from the gas station. She bumps into Johnny who hands her a magazine opened to a certain page. Her clerk friend teases and approves of him. Johnny leaves fast, as usual.  

Marsha heads over for some snacks at the gas station across the street. She is looking at a bunch of sugary fatty ones. Her hand begins to reach for some powdered donuts. 

Johnny: No! 

Johnny lowers a magazine and smacks her hand.  

Johnny: You don’t need those. 

Marsha smiles and grabs them anyways. Quickly they are opened and she shoves one after another until her mouth is full looking at him. He shakes his head and flicks her nose. Her eyes shut for a moment and he surprises her with a quick peck of a kiss and shoves the magazine into her hand as he rushes off. Marsha watches him leave and then looks at the magazine. It was opened to an article about a company currently undergoing potential of bankruptcy if the president were to pass. It said he recently was diagnosed with heart failure and his only son had no children of his own with never have showing his inheritance of the company. Marsha takes her snacks and the magazine to the counter.  

7. Other in this scene is a gas station clerk.  

Other: Maaarrrsssha! ‘Ey!”  

The clerk winks as he teases her. She just pays and walks away with a giant smile blushing on her face.  

Other: What! 

He shrugs his shoulders raising his arms.  

Other: I approve! Tell me about it some time during down time, ‘ey? 

Marsha makes her way back to her complex and enters her home. Sitting on the couch, while finishing the donuts, she reads the full article and continued onto another page. 

Scene 6 – Information  

• This scene Marsha reads the magazine Johnny handed her. She changes for her task coming up at 10 p.m. with some anxiety. A phone call is received by a landline placed in her apartment not to her knowing. She is picked up by the Kkangpae and drove off in a limo. 

Marsha reads allowed to Raynor 

Marsha: Recently organized and unorganized crime activities have increased. The notorious Korean group, or Kkangpae, Geondal, or Jopok, have had many disputes with the Mexican group, or La Eme, resulting in many public outbreaks. Casualties are unknown with the occasional civilian resulting in injuries. Both mafia groups tend to focus on one another. Reports also say the Korean groups may have differences between themselves or multiple groups exist. This leads to confusion over race judgments based off of appearance. Why are these groups at one another so intensely lately? No body knows at the moment. Our sources are doing their best to dig into this matter. Rumors have also been emitted about other rival gangs stepping in to resolve both sides. Both sides are well known for fast cars, counterfeiting, prostitution, art smuggling and forgery, bribery, political influence, and so much more.  

We were able to get this statement from a well know retired Italian mafia mob boss, Veito Vercealnelli, stating, Whatever these disputes may be between them is better left to them. Getting involved could only worsen situations or cause them to go towards the public to show whose in charge. I can tell you one thing, if I were still involved with that sort of business you know I would of have had it all taken care of by now. But, as you know I have done my time, keep outa' it with the safety of my own family in mind, and just let ‘em resolve it themselves! He was later reported in a lunch meeting with a bunch of Asian men in suits later on in the week. The restaurant was exclusive and an accurate description of whether it was him or not was never determined.  

Other well known, financially superior, business tycoons have also claimed opposing opinions. Some say this has lead to increased profits, while others claim it sets bad images for their companies. With their vehicles being stolen, items, or even employees, the results have varied upon all outcomes.  

Just this passed week, a woman, in her late 20s with light brown hair, was kidnapped out of (name ) Hospital. She was taken away in a black van by males of Korean decent, lead to be associated with other crimes taking place recently and mixed in with the mafias wars based off of their descriptions and weapons, and what they took her for? She was asked to perform immediate medical care to some of their men at an unknown location. An exact statement was never given by the woman directly, but her mentor had this to say, She is one of the best in this hospital. She does her job and she does it well. As medical professionals we always put the care of others first. Regaurdless of who they are or what they did, saving lives comes first! She was returned to her home, un harmed and able to come back into work doing what she does best and as best possible. I do not! I repeat, do not want any media or journalists here. This is a place for the sick and injured, not some press conference room. This interview is over! The name of this man is not to be identified along with the woman who was taken. Many reporters stood outside of the hospital, only to be escorted off the property by law enforcement who had been called in.  

We ask if you have any crime activity of any sort, please do not hesitate to call the number provided. Any more information can be reached on news stations before these articles are printed. Stay alert and cautious. 

The article continues on with safety procedures and habits. Along with, ways to identify suspicious activity. Marsha drops the magazine on the coffee table and stands up. She looks at the ticking clock on her wall and thinks about the note that said 10 p.m. She had already ran into the one guy at the convenience store. So, she decides to look out her window. Casually, she makes it seem as if she was fixing the blinds and closing the curtain. No sports cars or black vans were anywhere to be seen. 

From there, she feeds her dog some canned food and preps herself dinner. After, she cleaned everything up she decides to change out of her work scrubs. She walks into her room and opens a drawer from her dresser. She sees many pairs of pants. Grabbing some jeans, she changed into them and grabbed a plain solid grey t-shirt. There is a little over an hour before 10 p.m. She lays down on her bed and pets her dog thinking. Part of her is actually excited to do something this evening. She can’t think of the last time she was out on a Friday night. Marsha rolls over to look at her calendar on the wall. Thinking of what Trent had invited her to for his wife, she smiles and decides she will go. Rachel and her got a long well and she knows it will be good for her.  

At 9:55 p.m. Marsha stood up from her bed, gave her dog a big hug, and walked out to her living room. She rotates one of her recliners to face the door into her apartment. As the second hand ticked down it’s last few seconds to be 10 p.m., Marsha gets nervous. In fact, she flinches strongly and her heart beats fast when hearing a telephone ring. It was inside the cabinet of one of her end tables.  

Marsha: This isn’t mine. Do people really have landlines nowadays? 

Marsha reaches for the phone to answer it.  

Marsha: Hello? This is Marsha. 

Mr. Seung: Good evening Marsha. I hope we didn’t wake you, but we also hope you are not exhausted from your long day at the hospital. We have need of your talents and right about now my associates should be at your door. 

Knock, knock, knock 

Marsha looks at her front door.  

Mr. Seung: Please do not be alarmed you will not be drugged, this time, and force will not be necessary. But, we do ask that you cooperate and it will be worth your while. In more ways than you may think. We know things. In fact, your life would have been in danger if it weren’t for us. We just got to you first and so far, we like what you did for us. What you will do for us. And of course, some of the boys have drawn an eye towards you beyond business intentions. 

He begins to cough, wheeze, and clear his throat. 

Mr. Seung: We will speak more soon. In person, and negotiate the terms of our wants. See ya soon! 

He hangs up and Marsha can hear a dial tone. She returns the phone to it’s place and walks to her front door. Looking out the peep hole, there are three men in black suits standing still with there hands in pockets. She grabs her jacket and opens the door. As it is locked the men do not say a word and Marsha has none to speak herself. They enter the elevator and a limo was waiting for them all just outside the door. The door is opened for her and she scoots herself inside. The one she encountered a couple times was reading the newspaper with his leg crossed over the knee. He lowers the paper and winks. She smiles and he continues to read as the rest join inside the vehicle. Two of the men sat on each side of her. 

Kkangpae: Sorry, but you have to put this on. 

One guy hands her a cloth for blind folding. Marsha grabs it and ties it around her head, covering the eyes. Unsure to how much time has passed, she could sense they had drove around aimlessly for a while to confuse her of where they were going. It worked and Marsha was clueless. 

Scene 7 – Meet and Greet 

• Marsha is taken to a place that is a nightclub, but during the day a restaurant. She meets Mr. Seung. 

They arrive at their destination and she is escorted inside of a place. Voices could be heard all around as they walked inside. They went through a set of doors and the pounding of music could be heard. The blind fold was removed and through another set of doors they went. Inside, was a raging dance party in the club. A majority of the patrons were of Asian descent, but all races were occupying the dance floor.  

To the right, were many high round tables and along that wall was a bar lit up by neon blue lights. A few stairs led down to the dance floor in the middle. There were acrobats dancing from fabrics hanging from the ceiling and an elevated DJ booth directly across from where they entered beside a large stage. They walked left to some stairs where a couple bouncers were keeping watch. They proceeded upstairs to find themselves in a private room that overlooked the whole place. It was behind some two way mirrors and sound proofed.  

Inside the room was a large curved couch, a private bar with it’s own waitress and tender, a few TVs, pool table, and a large desk. The chair was turned around facing away from them as they entered. Mr. Seung begins to cough, wheeze, and clears his throat. Marsha recognized it from the phone call. Slowly, an older Korean man rotated the chair around. He waved his hand to the side, and the men all scattered. Some to the bar, some back to the dance floor, and others just sitting.  

Mr. Seung: Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable. You’re tense and it’s making the air in here, stiff. 

He points to the chairs across from him and the desk. Marsha sits down and begins to examine the man. He has an oxygen tank with the mask rested on his lap. The top buttons of his shirt are undone and looks as if he had been rubbing his chest there a lot.  

Mr. Seung: Would you like a drink? How about some…ahh…sake on the rocks! 

He snaps his fingers and stands up. Marsha notices he is wearing slippers and that his feet and legs seem swollen. He walks over with a tray full of drinks. He sets the tray down and hands one to Marsha and bows some. She bows slightly from within her chair and takes the whole drink down fast.  

Mr. Seung: Ha! I like you already. 

He gulps down his drink and sits. Another glass is handed to Marsha as he stares at her. 

Minutes pass and the tray of drinks disappear. Nothing had been said. Suddenly, Marsha watches the man grab his oxygen mask to take a breath from it.  

Marsha: Heart failure? 

Everyone in the room looks at her.  

Mr. Seung: Yeah. I know why you were to be watched and picked. You’re good! In fact, your better than good. Your super! Exactly what, I…we need. 

Marsha: Look, I may be a surgeon, but it goes against my practice to just do a heart transplant unless I know the donor died from like a car accident severing his head or…or a man shot in the brain by a crazed ex wife. Maybe a prisoner who hung himself. 

Mr. Seung: Don’t worry. I get it. I am not one to take lives without reason. Territory is territory and I am not about to put one of my enemies hearts into my own body. 

Mr. Seung coughs. After, he reaches his arm out across the table.  

Mr. Seung: let me introduce myself. My name is Dae Gi Seung. It means, the great brave successor. Or shining foundation winning. Ah, Korean has many translations, just like American. But, American names are boring. They have no meanings or pride behind their origins. Yours however, Marsha, Latin, meaning Mars. The god of war. War is exactly what we are in right now. Against the stupid La Eme, other groups of my own race, interfering gangs, media, law enforcement, etcetera! 

Marsha: Dae Gu Seung. Nice to meet you. You already know my name, where I live, work, and schedule, but I feel the need to accept your greeting and acknowledge your kind hospitality you are expressing towards me. A compliment, drinks, a ride in a limo, and being around these studly guys. 

The man laughs and leans back in his chair. The face mask is breathed into heavy for oxygen and he sets it down.  

Mr. Seung: Gomawoyo! Thank you! Today has been a long day for me. I give you full access to my club here and my restaurant. Everything is on the house! I want you to enjoy yourself and tomorrow, we can go over my state further in detail. I’m sure you want to see my medical file. My son got tied up on some other ventures and could not be here. I would like him to be. I need to go home and get some rest. Silyaehaeyo, excuse me. 

Dae Gi makes his way to a private elevator and exits the room with some men.  

Johnny quickly holds his hand out in front of Marsha’s face slightly tilted over with a smile.  

Marsha: Will you tell me your name? 

She grabs his hand. 

Johnny: Maybe, let’s see how you dance! 

He leads her back out to the dance floor just as a group began to perform on the stage singing and dancing.  

Marsha was returned home in the morning light. Her neighbor smiled giddily over seeing her being dropped off as she was leaving for work. Marsha blushed and just hurried inside. 

Scene 8 - Research 

• Marsha does research on the mafias. 

Marsha didn’t get any sleep. Often, she suffered from insomnia if work wasn’t hectic enough or taking valerian root with melatonin just didn’t cut it against her racing mind. She spent the morning doing research on all the crime in the area. Of course the article she read the day before was being blown up all over the place. Not much information could be found on the gangs themselves, but what media twists about them. Of course there are some truths to the news, but often it was misleading. One site she clicked on mentioned Dae Gi murdering Marsha the day she was taken from the hospital and found in a ditch just outside the city. This became of some interest to her. She found out this woman had been poisoned and after heart failure was stabbed repeatedly in the chest from an autopsy report her sources could leek her in on. When investigating into similar cases, many victims lately have had their hearts being ruined for no possible use after. Right away Marsha caught on that the rivals against Dae Gi Seung were aware of his heart problems.  

Scene 9 – Hello again 

• Marsha is picked up in a limo by the Kkangpae. They go to the nightclub during the daytime when it’s a restaurant. She meets Gim. They have lunch with Mr. Seung when some rush in injured. Marsha aids them. This is where Nabi comes into the story. 

Time passes and Marsha gets herself ready for the day. Not to long passed noon, the phone rang. 

Kkangpae: twenty minutes. 

Exactly twenty minutes passed and a limo pulled into the parking lot. A knock was at her door. She was taken back to the club. No blind folds, no randomly driving around to confuse her, and everyone was not in black suits. It did disappoint her to not see the one guy and she anticipated to see him at their destination. Inside, the place had many tables and chairs set up on the dance floor in front of the stage and DJ booth. It had some patrons and families enjoying meals. Far off towards the back, double doors opened from the kitchen as Dae Gi walked out. 

Mr. Seung: Marsha! 

He hurried to a large round table.  

Mr. Seung: Come! Come sit! Relax. I hope you’re hungry.  

She sits across from him and a few men join them. One of them is smiling at her to the left and she looks at him slowly. He winks and Marsha quickly looks away blushing. 

Marsha: Thank you! I could eat. 

Marsha attempts to pretend the one guy is not staring at her.  

Marsha: Will your son be joining us?” 

Gim: Sagwa deuryeoyo. 

He gets up from next to Dae Gi and walks around the table closer to Marsha. He bows slightly and reaches his hand out to grab Marsha’s.  

Gim: Je ireumeun Gim Ahn Seung. 

Marsha looks him in the eyes as he gently drops her hand and takes a step back. He laughs some. 

Gim: I'm sorry. My name is Gim Ahn Seung. Most of us do know English fairly well. But, we are curious to how fast you may adapt to our language. You are very gifted and we have full confidence in you. 

He takes a seat back next to his father who pats him on the back and gives him a side hug of affection. Food is brought out to the table and all the men dig in fast.  

Mr. Seung: Sorry, some of our wives could not be here, but this is a business lunch. Not suited for them.”  

Marsha is unsure what to try and the guy sitting next to her starts putting one of everything on her plate. 

Marsha: I…thank you. I wasn’t sure what to try first. 

A set chopsticks is shoved in her face from her right with something on it. 

Kkangpae: Try this! It’s mine and Johnny’s favourite. He should be here soon. 

Gim: Yes, they are late. I worry. 

Marsha bites off the food and smiles as everyone watches her eat it.  

Marsha: It was good. Or I would of spit it out. I will try everything. 

Suddenly, the doors to the place are burst open fast with the man Marsha was familiar with carrying an injured man. Right behind him two more guys were carrying someone else by the legs and arms. Finally, a woman was limping in dragging a duffle bag.  

Johnny: They ambushed us! Smashed are car right off a bridge! 

The one guy is sat on the table as the other two lay the other down. The woman just leans against the halfway before the descending steps.  

Nabi: Yeah, those fucking bastards tried to take me. 

The woman shouts in anger. She pulls out her gun. 

Nabi: I gave them what they deserved. 

Marsha quickly runs to the guy laying down. Glass was all throughout his body.  

Marsha: I need tweezers! Tongs! Scissors, thread, floss, alcohol, bandages! There must be a 1st aid box around here somewhere. 

Fast, Marsha begins to cut the clothing off the man. She dumps Sake all over his body and he grunges loudly. She pours it over all the utensils and her hands. There were no tweezers in the 1st aid box, but the kitchen staff brought her an assortment of tongs.  

Kkangpae: We broke off most of the glass and just left them lodged in. I hope he will be alright. 

Marsha: He should be fine. It doesn’t look like they went in too deep, but we will find out. 

Marsha grabs the ice tongs. The ends have 3 spokes. She begins removing the glass. One piece at a time it is removed, followed by sake, cotton, and a bandage. A few she left unbandage. A needle and thread was prepped from the 1st aid box.  She grabs the plaiting tongs that look similar to tweezers to grab part of the thread with. The needle enters the skin and Marsha wraps it around the plaiting tongs twice and slides the loops over the end of the thread.  

Time passes and this gentleman is all better, for the time being. She walks over to the man sitting up hunched.  

Marsha: Can you remove your clothes on your own? 

Kkangpae: Maybe, but my finger is all messed up too.”  

He holds his hand out. 

Marsha rests the man’s hand over her open palm and starts to brush the jammed finger. She looks at the man and asks him confidently. 

Marsha: How many lions do you own? I am looking into a giraffe for my apartment and need to know of a place to send it when it misbehaves. 

Everyone looks puzzled and confused. The man begins to ask her in an angry and disoriented manner. 

Kkangpae: What are…ahg! 

Marsha pulled on his finger and unjammed it. 

Marsha: Sorry, it works better if your brain is distracted. Tell me what’s going on with your chest. 

The man removes his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. 

Kkangpae: Thanks, my finger is better. It hurts to breath on my right side. 

The guy says with a slight struggle. Marsha examines him. He flinches on areas of his back and chest, but not anywhere else. 

Marsha: Any numbness or tingling? 

She asks and grabs a food item off the table.  

Kkangpae: No. 

Marsha: I need you to eat this. 

She feeds him something from chopsticks and he has no difficulty consuming it.  

Kkangpae: How did you know that was my favourite? Can I have another? 

Marsha: I didn’t, I just had to see if you could eat. 

She brings the plate over to him. She hands the chopsticks to him and pulls them away when he tries to grab them. She does this a few times until he just starts to eat with his fingers smiling at her.  

Marsha: That’s good. Your vision and reflexes are just fine.  

She rests her forehead on his for a moment.  

Marsha: No fever or headache. I say just a broken rib or two. They will heal in 2 months. Ice and pain relief. Sleep on your back as much as possible with a wall of pillows on each side. Nothing more I can do. 

Marsha walks over to the woman who is leaning on one leg.  

Marsha: I can tell already your femur looks like it is out of the pelvis or hip bone. Dislocated hip. As a woman you’re in luck. But, this typically doesn’t happen in a car collision. 

Nabi: That’s cause I was pulled out of the car by my arm and leg and I held onto the steering wheel and kept my leg in as best possible. I heard my leg snap and grabbed my gun and just laid them all to rest. Damn straight I'm lucky! Can you help me? Doesn’t look like I will be driving for a while. 

Marsha: That depends on how resilient you are and I can already tell you are very much so. I am no chiropractor, but I know what to do. I need you to lay down on the table on your stomach. 

Marsha watches the woman hobble down the three steps on one leg. She approaches a table. One of the guys grabs her shoulder.  

Nabi: Lay off! I can do this myself! 

She shouts and looks menacingly at the guy as he shrugs and walks away. Everyone laughs. 

Kkangpae: Typical Nabi! Never wants any help. 

Kkangpae: Hey! That’s cause she knows when she needs it and in this case she is still able. I feel without a gun she still would of taken them fools out. 

Gim: That is also why she is one of our best!  

Marsha pushes slightly above Nabi's tail bone and lower spine. She reaches around and grabs her hips. Tapping the lower spine again, she runs up the spinal cord. A quick massage between the shoulder blades to make sure the rest of her spine is aligned. 

Nabi: That feels nice! Maybe later you can get back to that. 

Marsha: I need a broom stick or pole of some sort. You can flip over on your back. 

Marsha is handed a broom.  

Marsha: Okay, I need you to raise you legs with your knees bent above you. 

Nabi struggles some but manages to do so. The broom is placed beneath on knee and over the other.  

Marsha: On the count of three, you need to push your legs toward the broom with each leg. I will apply some pressure and when I stop, you stop.  

Nabi does so and after breaths heavily some.  

Marsha: A couple more times. 

Eventually they all hear a pop and she screams. Nabi drops her legs fast.  

Marsha: We're not done. I need you to cross your wrists in an X shape with open palms face out. Lift your legs bent again and place your hands between the knees. At the same time separate your hand while pushing on them with your knees.  

Pop 

Nabi: Ahg!  

Nabi shouts and sits up. She stands and manages to walk to the table and sit down.  

Nabi: That will do for now. Thanks a lot. I'm hungry. 

Mr. Seung: Yes, let’s all eat and give thanks to Marsha to doing a magnificent job! 

Dae Gi speaks and raises a glass of Sake. Everyone is brought glasses and they all cheer together with glasses clinking all around. Immediately, Marsha is handed another glass and all the ones who were injured gladly take more. She notices the guys sitting next to her grabbing a certain food right away. The first she was given. 

Marsha: Johnny. 

She speaks to him calmly. He drops his chopsticks and looks around the table seriously.  

Johnny: Who told her?  

Everyone smiles and some laugh. 

Marsha: You just did. By your favourite food and your response. 

Marsha tilts her head to look at him take a bite and looks away as she nudges him.  

Kkangpae: So, Marsha, will you be able to help Mr. Seung? 

Mr. Seung: Shhh! You know better! Not the time to speak of that. 

Kkangpae: Llbureo geureon geon ani eyo. 

The guy apologizes and looks down at his plate and continues to eat. 

Scene 10 – Medical Records 

• Marsha goes through Mr. Seung's medical records. 

Marsha is walking to the elevator with Mr. Seung and Mr. Seung Jr. The injured were with them and the rest took the stairs. To the room above the club they all proceeded. A medical examination table/chair was set up with some lights on a wheel over stand. Another rolling table was set up with various examination tools. Mr. Seung took a seat on the table. 

Mr. Seung: I'm not sure if you need to examine me, but my blood work from this morning and a manila envelope with my medical file are available to you. 

A woman hands a large thick manila envelope to her. Everyone takes seat around the room. Half of them at the bar. Marsha opens the file and walks over to the examination area. A chair is brought over to her and she takes a seat, while an end table is placed next to her. Marsha examines all sorts of medical paper work, x-rays, and documentation. 

Marsha: I…I…I need time to think. As you probably know, your heart is failing. A…a transplant will be needed. I have already stated my stance on that. But… 

Marsha sets all the paperwork on the end table next to her and looks into the eyes of her patient.  

Marsha: My job is to help others and save lives. At the cost of another, I refuse and forbid. But, if I am given time, I may have a solution. I…I just need to look into it further. 

She looks away and towards the ground.  

Marsha: As of today, there is nothing I can do. 

Scene 11 – To the door 

• Marsha is taken home by Johnny. He walks her to her front door and runs off after a kiss. Henry shows up as he leaves to thank Marsha for her advice.  

Marsha is escorted home by Johnny in his sport car, she expected him to just leave her, but he walked her all the way to her apartment. She went to unlock her apartment, and turned around. A kiss was forced upon her. Johnny leaned in and down to her with one arm against her apartment door and the other around her waist. Willingly, she accepted him. 

Johnny slowly pulled away from the kiss and gazed into her eyes, the hand around her waist lowered to her hips as the one leaning on the door went around shoulders. He held her closely. 

Johnny: Now, is not the time… 

He ran off down the hall and entered the stair well. Marsha stood there gazing in his direction with a sense of blocked and loss.  

Ding 

The elevator doors opened, and Henry was exiting. He walked up to Marsha with a giant smile.  

Henry: Mo! You were right! She loves me as me! I even mentioned you, and she decided she wanted to be a surgeon just like you! 

He rushed forth and hugged her. Then he looked at her and took a step back. 

Henry: What’s wrong? I have never seen you make that face before. 

Marsha shook her head and places a hand in Henry's shoulder. 

Marsha: It’s nothing. I'm happy for you! And I encourage her to be a surgeon! If you ever want me to talk to her about my profession I will. 

She taps him on the shoulder and shoves him down the hall. 

Marsha: Run along! Your mother is waiting! His name is Johnny!” 

Marsha makes her way into her apartment where her dog was waiting for her excitedly. Marsha took some valerian root and melting right away with a multi vitamin. In a few hours she was passed out within her bed by 9 p.m. 

Scene 12 - Sunday morning 

• Marsha relaxes at home and does some research into how to help Mr. Seung. She goes to work Monday. Rex preps her for his absence. The week goes on with typical work. 

Marsha awakes after 6 a.m. and makes herself breakfast. Taking in the accounts of everything that had happened the previous two days was racing through her mind. Eggs, two of them, over medium, with toaster waffles, and an easy pre deep fried hash brown patty covered her plate. After she ate, a glass of 2% milk was quickly chugged down.  

This Sunday went by as usual. Walking her dog, going to the convince store across her complex, conversations here and there, all with her avoiding her mysterious new friend of a boy, and of course being around her apartment aimlessly full of anxiety. In the evening, she spent much time reviewing her notes from school, looking to information on the internet, and looking into something experimentally she knew she had the skills of to accomplish if all her research was correct. Monday morning came, and she made her way to the hospital for another week of work. The 1st thing Marsha did, was find Rex. Without him, she would not be where she is now. His training, his belief in her with the hospital, and more importantly ability to always motivate her to do her best.  

Rex: Marsha!  

He rushed to Marsha as she exited the surgeons locker room.  

Rex: Are you ready? I am! I would not ask of anyone else to run my place in my absence! 

He starts to walk down the hallway of the hospital and proceeds to explain the up keep she needs to tend to during his absence.  

The day ends and goes by fast with Marsha stepping in on all sorts of medical calls for surgery.  

She had a day roaming around with an ambulance, facing walk ins directly to the facility, and of course appointments set prior in advance.  

The weekend nears, and Marsha was placed on call. Saturday evening struck and she hurried to a conflict caused a few blocks over from her complex.  

Scene 13 – A warning 

• When Marsha arrives on the scene with paramedics. She is captured by the La Eme by a knock on the head and given a warning. Hit again, she wakes up in a hotel room and walks home. 

Upon arriving, she could see many Hispanic men, in suits, needing aid, and some other Asian men also begging her. Left with the decision of whom to help first, she stopped there and stared. Before her mind could come to a decision, Marsha was brutally hit in the head and dragged off of the scene.  

A bag was placed over her head. Unknown voices conversing woke her. Nothing but darkness could be seen with her head blindfolded and within a bag. A deep muffled and distorted voice began to speak to her. 

Rex: Marsha! You are given one chance to save yourself. We suggest you take it, or your life will no longer exist. We know the leader of the Kkangpae needs your skills. The way society has been, finding a new heart is useless! Join us, and your life will be spared. Left to presume it how it has been. Refusal of our side, may result  in your termination. 

Her mask is removed and she is presented with a group of Hispanic males. Or the La Eme! Before she could say anything, she is bashed on the side of the head, less forceful than before. A man walks in front of her, facing away. A tattoo of the caduceus could be seen on his back.  

Marsha wakes up inside a hotel room. Panicked and worried she feels around all of her body. As she sits up and looks to the side a note on the end table could be seen with her name on it. It specifies she has until the end of the next week to make her decision. Marsha walks out of the hotel and knows where she is at. A long walk back to her apartment leaves her with much to think about.  

Scene 14 – when needed  

• Marsha returns home to have a normal week at work. She then is called on the weekend to aid the Kkangpae. Someone has a bomb inside them that she removes.  

At this point, 2 mafia gangs have dragged her away. But, only one showed her decency. While, the other only implemented acts of what the media has portrayed them to be. At work the next week, it was just as hectic in the beginning. One of the nights, shortly as Marsha got home, the phone rang. 

Marsha: What do they want!” Marsha answered in an aggressive frustrated tone, “what?” 

Kkangpae: We have need of you, a car will be there in ten minutes. 

A black van entered the parking lot, and a knock was at her home’s door. Upon answering it, Marsha was surprised to find Nabi at it. Both made there way back to an abandoned building. With many bums outside, broken windows, and the part of town know for unpleasant experiences, Marsha was escorted inside a building. The men she had removed a bunch of glass from was sprawled out on a table. Some of his stitches were still not healed. 

Marsha: What do you want?  

Marsha stops walking and stares at the man laying on the table.  

Nabi: There is something in him, we don’t know what to do."  

She walks over to the man. She leaned over and rests her head over his chest, covering his face.  

Marsha walks over to the patient and right away notices bad stitching. She laughs some. 

Marsha: These aren’t my stitches! What an amateur. 

A device was shown to her reacting to inside the man’s body.  

Marsha: What is this? 

Kkangpae: A bomb… 

Marsha took some steps away from the man. 

Marsha: Look, I may be a surgeon, but I know nothing about bombs! What can I do? 

Nabi: Just remove it. Or at least open him up! 

Marsha is handed a needle… 

Nabi: Lidocane! Hurry up! Do what you can! 

Marsha: Ok. 

Marsha injects the patient at a 90 degree angle with the needle full of lidocaine. A few minutes pass, and Marsha is attempting to locate the bomb with the devices provided to do so. With quick judgement, she slices open the patient. No event a minute passed when the bomb is pulled out and handed to one of the goons.  

Nabi laughs in excitement and relief. Marsha smiles and closes up her incisions she made while also re doing the poorly made ones.  

The man grabs Marsha’s hand and thanks her. Nabi cries a few tears and thanks her also. Walking away from the patient, Marsha closes her eyes.  

Footsteps could he heard, and when opening them, Johnny was there smiling at her. He hugs her tightly and praises her. 

Johnny: You did great! You’re great… 

Marsha is returned home.  

Scene 15 – confused  

• Normal week at work. Rex is back early from his vacation. She also sees something on him that makes her think of the La Eme she last encountered. 

The next days at work were normal. Not so hectic and she found relief in her job. Knowing she did it and did it well, actually brought comfort to her. By Friday, she entered the locker room to find a surprise.  

Rex: Thank you! 

A man turned around to look at Marsha after pulling over his scrubs top shirt. 

Marsha: Dr. Kleen! I thought you wouldn’t be back until Monday! 

Rex: Well, things changed. You did an excellent job while I was away. I’ll figure out a perfect way to thank you. But, for now, I have duties and patients to attend to. 

Dr. Rex Kleen exits the locker room. Marsha couldn’t help but think about what she had just seen on his back and over what the outcomes of the future may be. 

Act 2A 

Sections 4, 5, 6 (Chapters 8-10) 

Section 4 

Everyone is after Marsha. After another snatching, she is saved by the Kkangpae. She accepts to join their side. 

Scene 1 – Choice Made 

• Marsha is snatched when leaving work by the La Eme. There is a car chase and the Kkangpae get Marsha back. 

Friday had ventured through and Marsha was making her way out of the hospital to go home for another weekend. In the parking garage, a white car full of Hispanic men had snatched her. Driving off quickly, they tie her ankles and wrists. Duct tape is placed over her mouth fast and she falls to the floor of the backseat from a sharp turn.  

Ping, ping, ping 

Some bullets enter the car and one of the men falls on top of her clenching his being. The windows role down for firing at a black car chasing them down. Marsha sits up to see Nabi driving with other men out the windows firing. Another man falls over her. A gun is pointed directly at Marsha’s head as she is pulled up and over the center console some. 

La Eme: Help them, or die! 

The restraints are removed from her wrists and a knife is handed to her. Soon after she was shoved back in the center seat, a 1st aid box is placed next to her. She does her best to remove the first bullet. A fast turn is taken, and she tilts the knife sideways through the man’s body. He wails and Marsha panics. To the next man, another bullet is removed. A few minutes pass and suddenly… 

Boom, crash, thud 

The car collided into another vehicle with another impaling the side and it rolls.  

When it stops, Marsha shoves two of the guys off her and crawls out of the wreck. A hand is placed in her face. Nabi, was their to aid her as a guy untied her legs.  

Firing of bullets began and everyone ducked fast. The two men in the front of the white car crawled out firing their weapons. One was smacked across the head with the back of a fire extinguisher by Johnny and the other shot down by Nabi. Marsha watches the one begin to bleed out reaching up to the sky with one hand and the other on a wound.  

Johnny drops the fire extinguisher and runs to Marsha grabbing her hand.  

Johnny: Let’s go! 

Marsha: No!  

Marsha breaks free and runs to the bleeding man from the gun. She removes the bullet and lays him over her lap. 

La Eme: Fph…Fea…Fed…erico! 

He whispers and passes out. Marsha takes a stand and rests him down gently. Her eyes shut and she makes a fist at her side while looking down to the side. 

Marsha: My job is to help save lives… Even at the risk of my own. I'm…I'm sorry. 

Marsha begins to cry a tear. Another white car shows up and begins firing. Johnny tackles Marsha to the ground and the black car is drove beside them. Both enter the vehicle and Nabi drives off with others shooting out the windows to defend their escape. Marsha is sitting in the middle of the back seat and hugs her legs as she cries. Confused and uncertain she is feeling.  

The car beings to slide and skid through and intersection, barely missing traffic. Marsha is tossed into Johnny, who embraces her. The car is corrected and takes off fast. The rival gang is lost and they make their way to an abandoned factory of some sort.  

Scene 2 – used to it 

• They are at a factory to swap vehicles and change clothing. Marsha breaks down some to be comforted by Johnny. 

Inside, another vehicle awaited them. A small SUV. Marsha had walked away and began to star blankly at the ground thinking. 

Johnny: I get it. You’re confused. What we’re asking of you may go against some of your beliefs. But, trust me. You will get used to it. 

Marsha turns around angry and tears falling from her face. An arm flails out to the side as she hunched over some grabbing her chest with the other hand. 

Marsha: Used to it! People died today! Because of me! Because of you. All of you! I may be a medical professional, but seeing humans against each other it’s…it’s…it’s just wrong! 

She hugs herself. Johnny walks over and warps his arms around her and she cries into his chest.  

Marsha: I'm sorry… 

She whispers.  

Marsha: I know… I’m not used to this… they were so mean to me! 

Johnny rests his chin upon her head and begins to pet the back of her head with one hand as he closes his eyes and squeezes her tighter with the other arm. 

Nabi: C'mon! Marsha, give me your keys and we will get your car back home for you. But, for now, we have somewhere else to be. 

Scene 3 – Picking sides  

• They go to Mr. Seung's mountain mansion. Marsha accepts to join the Kkangpae. 

A couple hours pass and they drive into the mountains. To a mansion, secluded, and out of the way of common man. The entire place looked like a ginormous log cabin. Everyone makes there way inside. Into a lounge Mr. Seung is breathing into his oxygen machine staring at a fireplace from a fancy chair.  

Mr. Seung: Marsha… Please, come sit. Relax. I wish I could greet you more appropriately. 

Marsha sits at the end of a couch closest to him as everyone else sits.  

Mr. Seung: I know today was not easy for you. What I’m asking, is not something I wish you choose to do for us, but as your professional standard in the medical profession. 

He coughs some more.  

Mr. Seung: Federico Almenta is a wicked man! If you give us time, we can surely show you why. But, that is not our goal. My goal now, is to live and make sure he is stopped. 

He turns to look at Marsha.  

Mr. Seung: We’re really not bad people. Some of the things may go against the law, but never in harm of others. Now, Federico… His organization is always in it for profit! The differences between he and I, I bring in a boat if illegals and help them get mediocre jobs. Where as Federico, he will bring them in as slaves and peasants. Not helping them succeed or fulfill dreams. Just whatever he can profit from. 

He coughs. 

Marsha: I can help you. Well, maybe. Without the aid of others. But…it’s…it’s experimental. Very much so. 

Marsha interrupts and kneels beside Dae Gi Seung on the ground. She takes his hand within hers and looks up at him,  

Marsha: I can make you a new heart. I will just need time, and spinach leaves within a lab, oh and a pigs heart. I… 

Marsha looks at the fire away from him,  

Marsha: I believe you and understand I will need to adjust. I’m aware of what the Almenta boys do. 

Mr. Seung: Before you leave… 

Mr. Seung coughs and looks at Marsha.  

Mr. Seung: You are very well skilled in your talents. I ask you, not as Dae Gi Seung, but as leader of the Kkangpae to help us all in times of medical need. Doing so, we must accept your approval properly. You will be rewarded by whatever you wish. Do you accept? 

Marsha looks at Johnny, around at everyone else and back at the leader of the Kkangpae. She bows,  

Marsha: Yes… 

Mr. Seung snaps. Two men come in and walk Marsha to a medical room.  

Scene 4 – Branded  

• Marsha is tatted with the caduceus and tells Johnny how she got on the path that she is on.  

Marsha is placed within the chair and her arm is put within a restraint.  

Kkangpae: This will hurt, but many deal with it. 

A guy says and sits down while grabbing her arm. A instrument is turned on with a needle at the end and ink nearby on a tray. 

Marsha: Is that a tattoo gun? 

Marsha asks with panicked curiosity. She gasps and takes a deep breath. After a minute, she exhales and just relaxes her head on her shoulder in the opposite direction of the tattoo gun. Her hand is grabbed and she looks. 

Johnny: You'll look so cute being nervous! I will be here the entire time. Tell me about yourself? What got you into surgery? When was the first time you saw blood?  

Johnny wheels over a chair to sit on next to Marsha. 

With a bit if struggle, Marsha answers,  

Marsha: When I was 14. I…I had been in a coma for five days. I remember it. Being unable to move, wake up, speak, not knowing what was reality or a dream, and just all over unknown. I could hear everyone around me. I could feel the pain applied to me to try and wake me up. But…I couldn’t. After 5 days, I woke up, panicked, which had happened a couple times before, but this time all I could do was move my eyes. Slowly, my face could turn to see the machine connected to the tube down my throat and IVs next to it. I started to cry. Pain in my throat from the tube. Pain from all the IVs, two in my right arm, two in my right wrist, one in my left arm, one in my left wrist, one in my foot, and bruising all down the middle of my chest. I could remember a doctor coming in often and pressing his knuckles down the center of my chest. I would cry wanting to wake up and stop him, but couldn’t. I was bruised from the bottom of my neck to my lower rib. A heart monitor was attached to my chest with a pulse reader on my toe and finger. A catheter was of course placed within me. Anyways, my parents never cared. They never would cater to anything regarding me in my life. Eventually, I ran away. Playing video games and watching anime was something I never gave up. One day, I was cosplaying at an Anime Expo and a Dean of a major university talked to me. He convinced me to pursue surgery and that I would excel at it. I took his words and so, here I am. Without him, I may of fallen into the run down of society years ago. But, he helped me and everyday I live to help others. When I get to save a life or change it, there is nothing more rewarding! 

Marsha continues to speak with Johnny for hours. He explains how the Kkangpae found him at the point of uncertainty of what to do with his life. He made friends and excelled greatly with them. The sun rose and the smell of bacon filled everyone’s noses. 

Kkangpae: Done! 

The tattoo artist wiped Marsha arm and pulled her up to stance toward a full length mirror. Marsha flexes and looks at her arm. The caduceus, with one snake around the rod with wings, was now tattooed on her arm. Marsha thought back to a memory and froze.  

Kkangpae: You will earn the other snake later. Let’s eat! 

Johnny came over and hugged Marsha from behind. He looked her in the eyes through the mirror. 

Johnny: Looks good! 

Marsha shook her head.  

Marsha: Of course. It goes good with my other tat. 

Johnny: What other tat? Show me!”  

Johnny turns Marsha around to face him. She smiles and takes of running toward the smell of bacon.  

Section 5 

Marsha enjoys a fun night and then is sent on her first in filed mission with the Kkangpae. She has to remove a bunch of gem stones out of people, while also facing defeat in a situation out of her control as a surgeon. She manages to save some patients, but what really makes her mind race is when one is brought in to her hospital for surgery with cuts and stitches over hers that she had done.  

Scene 1 – Alternative Transport 

• Marsha has fun at the club with Johnny. She gets her first official Kkangpae attire and is sent on her first in field mission with them.  

Marsha was returned to her apartment complex. Sleeping throughout the Saturday was simple for her this time around. No valerian root or melatonin was needed. Late in the afternoon, she awoke to the phone ringing. With a quick answer, a familiar voice asked her to be ready in an hour. This was easy for Marsha. A fast shower and curl cream was applied to her hair. Other than that, she rarely did much more to her daily routine. Occasionally, make up was applied. Not this time.  

Marsha was excited for her Saturday evening. A sport car pulled up and Johnny knocked on her door. Right away, she opened it and leaped into his arms with a big hug and kiss.  

The two made their way to the club. Some dancing and after drinks made the night go by fast. The place began to clear out. Marsha and Johnny made their way to the upstairs of the club. Mr. Seung awaited them, after watching them all evening from his office.  

Mr. Seung: Marsha. I need you to go with my crew on a job this morning. It’s certain there will be injuries. But first, you will need to look the part. 

Mr. Seung was standing overlooking his club with his hands behind his back. Slowly, he turns around and a woman walks to Marsha handing her a clothing box. Inside, Marsha found a chic black suit. A grey tie and button up shirt was also inside.  

Mr.Seung: Your shoes are in the box on the counter behind you. I hope everything fits well. Please, use the shoji. Of course this is the first attire of many and I expect it to be covered in blood when you all get back. 

Marsha goes behind the foldable wall. Johnny attempts to watch and she moves the wall to barricade herself between it and the room wall. Marsha bends over to remove and put on pants. Johnny stood on his tip toes and looked over at her and quickly walked away before she noticed. Marsha walks out to see Johnny leaning back on the bar counter smirking a smile at her. She walks over and opens the shoe box. Inside were dark grey leather boots with a slight heel, buckles, and tied up to the knees.  

Mr. Seung: I wasn’t sure how well you did in heels and just went with some basic ones for now.”  

A mirror was behind the bar and Marsha checks herself out. The elevator door opens with Nabi in the same outfit, and some other men in similar suits. Johnny walked behind the shoji to change his attire. 

Marsha: Thank you! 

Marsha says with a giant smile on her face and making poses in the mirror. She looks at Mr. Seung's reflection. 

Mr. Seung: Goma woyo! Say it with me, go…ma…woo…yo.”  

Mr. Seung begins to cough. Marsha turns around and walks to him as he approaches his oxygen. 

Marsha: Go…ma…woo…yo. Goma woyo. 

Marsha smiles at Mr. Seugn who takes a seat within a chair.  

Marsha: Goma woyo. 

Mr. Seung: Beol malsseu meuiyo! 

He coughs,  

Mr. Seung: My pleasure. Everyone go, it’s time for me to go home and rest. 

Everyone takes the elevator down and walks into the alley behind the club. A black van was awaiting them. Johnny opens the sliding door on the side and gestures Marsha in. Nabi took the wheel with a man in the passenger seat and two more entered through the back.  

Scene 2 – gems 

• They raid a La Eme warehouse where Marsha has to remove gemstones out of people who have them inside of them. 

Marsha becomes nervous and Johnny grabs her hand after he buckles up. Their hands hang between the middle seats. In the back were two benches down the side and a large container in the middle. Curtains covered the back interior behind the men sitting. What caught Marsha’s interest was a giant metal black case with the caduceus on it between the driver seat and passenger in front of her.  

They drove for a while and entered the major city it was almost dawn and traffic was beginning to pick up.  

To an industrial section they drove. Parking near a large building, the curtains were removed from the back to reveal weapons. Everyone stocked up. Marsha just watched. Johnny held a gun out to her by it’s handle. Marsha's eyes widened as she froze. He laughed and put it in his holster.  

Nabi: Here! This is all you need. 

Nabi hands Marsha the large black metal case and the van is locked up. They all begin to walk across the parking lot to the side of a building. Some of the lights turn off from the sun starting to rise about the area. One of the men grapples up to the roof with a sniper rifle and walkie. A few shots are fired minutes later. Everyone begins running around the building to the next one.  

Marsha looks at the fallen men on the ground. Darts impaled there necks, they were still alive and just sleeping. The man from the roof joins them and they all rush into one of the large buildings.  

Inside, they aim their fire arms at a secretary. She raises her hands in the air while pleading for her life and family. The glass between us was shattered and the secretary was pulled over the desk on to the ground. Three of the men rushed off after Johnny looked at a surveillance camera and nodded to them. Duct tape went around the secretary fast, the mouth first, wrists, elbows, ankles, knees and then to a water cooler.  

Gun shots could be heard down the hall as Marsha crossed an intersection with Johnny and Nabi.  

Johnny: Stay low, and out of sight as much as possible. 

Johnny tells Marsha as he and Nabi leaned against some double doors and burst into the largest room of the building. 

They began to scream and point weapons all over. A shot was fired at Marsha and she fell to the ground avoiding it as Johnny shot down a couple men up in the rafters.  

Johnny: Everyone in the corner! Now! 

 Johnny shouted and lots of people just stared at them with their hands up. He shoots one in the leg.  

Johnny: I said now! Except the patients.”  

He waves Marsha toward him as Nabi holds everyone in the corner. Around the room were many people feeling ill and frightened.  

Marsha: What’s wrong with them?”  

One of the ill grabs Marsha’s arm and leans up to her. She us startled and breaths heavily at first from fear. 

Patient: Kill me! Just fucking kill me! It wasn’t worth it! 

The man falls back on the table and begins to mope loudly from pain. Marsha raises his shirt to find stitches over his stomach. Next to him, a man was unconscious with an incision bleeding out over his abdomen. She rushes over to that man and looks inside the wound. Directly into the intestines she spotted something plastic.  

Pulling it out slowly a long bag came out. Heavy and sharp, Johnny snatches it from her hands and places it within a bag. Marsha sews up this patient and moves back to the first man, who is exhibiting high amounts of pain from within his stomach. The anesthesia is nearby and Marsha administers it fast. The man passes out. Carefully, she removes the stitching.  

Marsha: This person was done by a professional. Where as some of the other patients around the room have amateur stitching and slicing.”  

The stomach is torn open and this man was bleeding internally.  

Marsha: I…I don’t think this man is going to make it. Even if I hadn’t re opened him up he had major internal bleeding. What sort of person would do this! What could possibly have been placed in here that these measures were taken? 

Marsha is worried and sweating. Inside the stomach, she reaches in with both hands. Slowly, a giant stone was pulled out. Covered in blood, mucus, and flesh it looks black and is heavy. It is handed to Johnny who places it in a shopping bag within the other bag.  

The next three people Marsha checked, were already dead. Same things, bag with stones inside them and large stones. Only a couple more people remained who were wailing in pain to just kill them.  

Marsha: I can’t do that, but if your like the others, there is probably nothing I can do. Your stiches don’t look done by a professional and make the situation more bleak. 

A woman begins to roll her eyes into the back of her head muttering, 

Patient: Federico…Fed…erico… Al…al…Alementa. 

She dies and Marsha begins to cry. Someone wakes up and begins to panic screaming! 

Patient: Get it out! Get it out of me! Ahhhgg! 

Marsha rushes over to him and tries to relax him. He starts to scream and turn very bright red.  

Pow, pow, pow 

Marsha drops to the ground as the man was shot in the head and twice in the chest by La Eme rushing in. Falling back on the table, the man's arm drapes off the edge with blood running down in front of Marsha’s face.  

Firing could be heard back and forth between the two groups. Everyone cowering in the corner runs off. One of them grabs Marsha from behind and attempts to drag her off with a scalpel in hand she places it near the artery in the shoulder in a reflexed attempt to free herself. 

Pow 

He is shot in the head from behind. The three other men join in and everyone begins to rush out.  

Johnny: Let’s move! We got enough! 

They make it back to the van, all unharmed and yes, Marsha was indeed covered in blood. She sulks over thinking of the patients who died. The one she may have been able to help, having been shot right before her. A large sapphire is pushed in her face with some blood still on it. 

Kkangpae: Look at the size of this thing!  

One of the men gloats. As two others are cleaning off all sorts of gemstones.  

Kkangpae: 260 grams! This is one of the largest in the world! Go ahead, take it. 

Marsha looks away and out the window. Johnny grabs it and puts it in his pocket.  

Johnny: Don’t worry about them. The way we see it, if they were all doomed for death, why let the ones who did that to them succeed in there endeavours? You did great! You are great! 

Johnny encourages Marsha and gets her to look at him. She grabs his hand and smiles after. He leans in and kisses her. 

Scene 3 – the same patient  

• The next week at the hospital, one of the patients Marsha had removed gem stones from was brought in. Someone had sliced open her stitches, placed the stones in, and sealed him up again.  

A man was brought in for immediate surgery. Marsha was called fast to the surgical room and began to help prep. Dr. Rex was leading and the second the patient was uncovered, Marsha froze. It was one of the people she removed gemstones out of.  

Rex: Marsha! Focus! His x-rays show a large object obstructing his intestines and something in his stomach. It already looks like he was opened up and re stitched. So, I will go in from the other side. I just need to make sure I can get it from this side. 

Dr. Kleen takes over the situation and Marsha aids him. Not too much time passes and he pulls out a large diamond. Nearly 2 inches in diameter from the stomach. The man is re sealed up and Marsha examines the previous wound carefully. The intestines were cut open and another diamond was removed. Rex holds it up to Marsha.  

Rex: Would you look at the size of these! 

He picks up both and holds them in front of his face and looks at Marsha through them.  

Rex: Twins! The way I see it, if this man can account for them, we may be able to claim them. I could retire!” 

Marsha: Doctor! The patient! 

Marsha begins to prep a needle. 

Rex: Right. 

He turns around and sets down both diamonds. After, he returns to the patient to seal him back up. Marsha was happy to find this man was to be saved and wondered if some of the others from the weekend made it. Marsha left the room as soon as Dr. Rex picked up the diamonds again to gawk at them.  

Marsha sat in the locker room staring inside her locker. She remembers all of them. The man today, he was the one she sealed up first. But, today, it was sealed up differently than how she did them. Someone had re opened up that man and deliberately placed those diamonds through the same opening and mimicked her stitching.  

Section 6 

Scene 1 – Lunch buds 

• The lunchroom of the hospital. Trent confirms Marsha is to go to the bachelorette party tonight. Paula also talks of the patient having cubic zirconia inside of him this morning that confuses Marsha.  

Marsha takes a seat in the cafeteria across from Trent and next to Bob who is next to Dave.  

Trent: Ready for this weekend? You can leave your car here and I will just take you home. My wife’s friend rented a limo scheduled to pick everyone up. 

Marsha: Yeah. I may bring someone, if that’s alright. 

Trent: Psh! I don’t give a damn. I hate that couple and whatever it takes to make the night good and my wife happy, do it! 

Paula: Marsha! 

Paula shouts across the room and rushes over. She takes a seat next to Trent.  

Paula: Marsha! I can’t believe what I heard about your case this morning. Why would someone go through all that trouble? 

Trent: What happened? 

Paula: Someone put cubic zirconia inside a man. By the reports, he had been cut open a few times before this. A couple similar cases were reported at another hospital. But, those needed up having stolen items of real value. These were just fakes. Were they trying to copy them? 

Marsha: Cubic zirconia? They didn’t look or feel fake to me. Are you sure? How did this already get processed that fast? 

Marsha wonders and thinks back to seeing the twin diamonds hours earlier.  

Paula: Well, it was sent in really fast. If you want, I will show you the file and call the reports with it after lunch? 

Scene 2 – the report 

• Paula shows Marsha the report of the man from this morning showing cubic zirconia and not diamonds.  

Lunch passes and Paula let’s Marsha into her office within the hospital. On her computer the file was pulled up of the man brought in those morning Marsha helped save and had an encounter with before. The two examine the files and photographs together. Marsha is confused and uncertain what to think. At the same time, she does not want to cause suspicion to arise. The two return to their daily tasks throughout the hospital.  

The end of the day nears and Marsha is uncertain. So many things are rushing through her mind. She doesn’t go home right away and drives around aimlessly. 

Scene 3 – Kidnapped again  

• Marsha is kidnapped by the La Eme successfully again. 

Marsha's cell phone rings with Johnny’s name and face on the screen. Marsha had no idea how his number was in her phone, or even a photo of him.  

Marsha: hello 

Johnny: Are you okay? What happened? Where are you? 

Johnny is frantic. 

Marsha: I'm in my car. What are you talking about? What’s going on? 

Marsha is stopped at a stoplight. When the light turns green she is rammed through the intersection by a white car behind her. A few others surround her and a bunch of men pull her out of the vehicle. Her phone is dropped and Johnny hears the whole thing.  

Marsha is hand cuffed around her wrists and ankles. Duct tape was placed over her mouth and a bag over the head. Johnny ends his phone call and looks around Marsha's ransacked apartment. He comforts her cowering dog who came out from under a flipped chair to greet him and feeds him. With no sign of Marsha, Johnny leaves the apartment and is picked up fast in a black SUV.  

Scene 4 – tied up 

• Taken to a warehouse, Marsha is tied up and left. This is where Federico is introduced. 

Marsha was driven around aimlessly, she could not track where she was being taken. Forced out of the car and to walk into a building, after stumbling into people, walls, and objects, she was forced to take a seat in a chair.  

Federico: So, you’re the gifted Marsha I have heard so much about. 

The bag was ripped off her head.  

Federico: My name is Federico Alamenta. The leader of the La Eme, or Mexican Mafia in this area. 

A healthy robust Hispanic male begins to monologue.  

Federico: Born in Mexico, raised, it runs through my blood. 

Mexico spoken with a heavy accent making Mexico sound like Mek-ee-co, the man turns around and walks around slowly.  

Federico: My father runs our organization from there still and me being the middle child of 5, with 3 bothers and one sister, I could not take over after him. So, here I am holding afoot our name within this good ole city to make sure we are not undermined, not taken out of history, and not left as 2nd bananas to others! 

He smacks a table and leans on top with both hands flat upon it while making direct eye contact with Marsha.  

Federico: Your Kkangpae are disrupting that! Disrupting my plans. All my hard work. 

He stands up and begins to pace.  

Federico: I would really like those gemstones back. You have no idea what a burden that has been in our pockets. Not to mention unhappy clients. That’s never a good thing for business. I know Mr. Seung is not well. I also know if I remove you from the picture, his chances of survival, not only for him, but his entire organization, will be going down! 

The tape is ripped off Marsha's face roughly. 

Marsha: What do you want? Are you going to kill me?” 

Federico laughs 

Federico: Kill you? Maybe…but not just yet. We could use someone like you too. 

He walks over to something covered in a white sheet. Underneath it was a box. He unhooked some latches and inside were many needles.  

Federico: Botox! Plastic surgery! That’s where the money is. And…who doesn’t want to look this good? 

He licks his finger and runs it across and eye brow as he raises it in a flirtatious manner. 

Federico: Or want every wife to be better looking? 

Marsha begins to laugh,  

Marsha: I'm not a plastic surgeon. I can’t do that. I never learned it. You got the wrong person. 

Federico: Maybe that’s what you think, but to learn it would be very simple for someone like you. Gifted and of course. 

He walked close to her and rubs his hand along the side of her face. After he grabbed her chin and shook her face side to side,  

Federico: beautiful, like you. 

Marsha pulls her face away in disgust. Federico snuffs,  

Federico: Don’t worry, you just need time to think it over. I will be back, in three days. You can give me your answer then. 

He walks out of the room as his men tie her to the chair she sits in along with the hand cuffs. Marsha is left by herself in an empty factory. 

Marsha: Help! 

On a nearby speaker Federico Almenta speaks 

Federico: Scream all you want, but nobody will hear you! Best save your energy to survive. 

Static takes over and the frequency cuts out. The lights turn off and Marsha is left in the dark restrained. A few minutes pass and she attempts to shimmy her chair. With no luck, due to it cemented down, she begins to cry. 

Scene 5 – Don’t say nothing  

• Here Candice is questioned in the hall of the apartment complex by the La Eme. Lyle shows up to save her and Trevor. Johnny also arrives at Marsha’s to find the La Eme searching it and calls her to hear the kidnapping. 

Candice is walking into the apartment complex with Trever holding her hand. She worries when some men get out of their vehicle and swiftly join them in the elevator. Neither one hits a button, and she pulls her son in close to her as she takes out her phone to send a message to her husband, Lyle. They all step out onto the floor and Candice stops as she purposely drops her keys. 

Candice: Hold on a moment Trev, mama’s gone and been clumsy again. 

Candice worries over the men just standing around them in the hall. Button up shirt, not buttoned up all the way to show much of their chests, and half washed out Jean’s. It was night and both men had sunglasses on. Slowly, she stands and walks fast down the hall.  

La Eme: Tell us which home is Marsha's!  

One of the men shouts and shoves Candice into the wall. 

Trev: Mommy! 

Trevor shouts and is lifted off the ground kicking his feet around. 

Candice: Marsha? I don’t know any Marsha! Let go of my son! And let us be! 

La Eme: 212! That’s her residence! Tell me about her! Right now! 

Candice: 212? That’s where Mo lives. As long as we have been her. There is Jake on the other side of us. That new couple with the lovely baby that moved in across the hall and… 

Lyle: Drop my son! And my wife! Right now! And we will not have any issues! 

Lyle is pointing a gun at the man restraining his son. The man sets him on the ground and he takes off fast to Marsha’s apartment. 

Lyle: Okay, now my wife! 

Glaring with much aggression he begins to move his finger towards the trigger. The man release Candice and take a step back with his hands opened near his shoulders. 

La Eme: Fine! But, we still must search 212!  

Lyle: Go! 

Lyle continues to point the gun at the La Eme. Candice runs off.  

The two men break into Marsha’s apartment. Inside, they found no photos, or evidence that it was her residence. The entire place was ransacked.  

Scene 6 – Crossed the line 

A couple hours pass and Johnny showed up. Exiting the elevator, he had flowers and was concerned right away when seeing Marsha’s front door open. Slowly, he pulled out a hand gun and approached the doorway. He could hear the men inside as he leaned against the wall in the hall. Counting to 3, he rushed in and before the two men could fire, he shot upon them.  

Johnny: Leave! Right now!”  

Johnny aims his weapon at them. Both men comply as Johnny searches the place fast. Johnny picks up Raynor and calls Marsha’s cell phone. He had a photo of her looking out the window in the van on their way up the mountains to Mr. Seugn’s private cabin in his phone for her. She answers and hears the commotion of being captured.  

Just before the call was ended he heard a voice.  

La Eme: She’s ours now. Or she will be terminated.”  

Johnny feeds Raynor and grabs her spare keys off the wall. When exiting the apartment and locking it up, he was approached by Lyle and Candice. 

Lyle: Those were men of the La Eme! Dangerous and not to be trifled with. 

Lyle speaks from the door. 

Candice: Please! Help Mo! I can sense it! She needs you! 

Lyle: I know some guys, and will have them start to keep an eye around.”  

Lyle places a hand on Johnny’s shoulder.  

Lyle: Mo is family to us! 

Candice: Bring her back! 

Candice finishes Lyle's sentence.  

Johnny nods and takes off running. Without hesitation, he enters his sports car and drives off fast. The flowers he had were left lying on the floor in the middle of Marsha’s living room. Unsure what to do, or where to go, he makes many phone calls. 

Action Care 

Sections 7,8,9 (Chapters 11-13) 

Act 2B 

Section 7 

Scene 1 – Escape 

• Marsha manages to be free of the chair. She slips away unnoticed and Johnny shows up to save her. 

Marsha wakes up and is upset to find herself restrained and alone inside an abandoned factory of some sort.  

Marsha: Ugh! Not here! I was hoping it was some sort of terrible dream. But, I am expecting…well, how can I expect it if it hasn’t happened already. How will anyone find me? 

Marsha looks down at the ground. A rat walks by and she flinches. As she raises her head back, she is blinded by a beam of sunlight entering through a window atop of the factory wall.  

Marsha: I bet you he sat me in the worst place possible for sun. I need some sun glasses. But, I ain’t gettn' any! 

The rat walks closer to Marsha and she boots it across the room.  

Marsha: Vermin! Get out of here. I ain’t dead yet. 

With another attempt to shimmy the chair, Marsha has no luck and gives up. With nothing to do or any way of freeing herself, she just cries talking to herself.  

The day goes by and the afternoon sun was just as blinding to Marsha as the sunrise. At this point, she has cried so much, there are no more to leave her tear sockets. So much pain filled her middle section from the urge to pee.  

Marsha: I need to pee! I can’t find myself to do so. Not like this! 

Static could be hear over the radio. 

Federico: Okay, I will give you the decency of a restroom break, but nothing else. 

Only a few minutes pass and three men enter. They untie her as guns are aimed with the cuffs removed.  

To a bathroom she was brought. This place had been unused and abandoned for some time. No water was in the bowls of the toilets with the entire place being grotesque.  

Marsha finds relief and admits many signs of happiness as she used the restroom. Around the stall she frantically looked around. Nothing could be of aid to her.  

Federico: Hurry up! 

Federico's voice could be heard over a speakerphone. 

Marsha: I…I need some feminine products. And some iron would be nice, but if you want me to just bleed all over, so be it. I would really like a shower and fresh clothes too, but I know that is asking too much. 

Marsha speaks in the hope to by her some time.  

Federico: I can’t resist a pretty lady. The last thing I want is for you to be unappealing to me. Right now, you have accomplished that! Stay put. 

Federico speaks over the phone. The call is ended and one of the men walks out of the restroom.  

La Eme: Suppose these machine still work? Got any quarters? 

He chuckles 

La Eme: heh! Quarters? Who uses physical money these days. I'll be right back. I could use a case or two to pass time while we stand guard anyways. 

The man leaves and two are left guarding Marsha. To herself, she thinks about 2 is less than 3, but she could not take them on. Then, it hits her. She may not have to take them on, but misleading them, that could work.  

Marsha: So, what am I to do? Just sit here? 

La Eme: Yes, stay put! Do not exit the stall. 

Marsha waits until the men take to conversation.  

La Eme: So, ah…did you pull the travel card this month? 

La Eme: Nah! I did it last month. To be honest, I enjoyed it a lot! Getting to move about the state is nice. I just wish we spent more time in the mountains. If I were some mob goon, that’s where I would stay held up. No cell phones or satellites to track you. Less human activity, and hey, if you murder someone, just toss them off the ledge, right? 

The men laugh and Marsha has her pants off from her scrubs attire for work. They are placed within her shoes and draped over the toilet bowl to simulate her still sitting on it as she crouches on top. Taking a chance, she crawls underneath the stalls. Grossed out by what was in the next stall, along with the dirty floors, she does her best to ignore it all.  

La Eme: Man! Did you see how smokin’ Arnaldo's wife was! If only I could land a broad like that! 

La Eme: Ha! The day you get a woman 6ft tall, 25 inch waist line, and world class breasts is the day I could retire and not worry about my divided parents care in the home.  

Marsha manages to escape from them and exit the woman’s bathroom of the factory. Looking around the giant empty room, she can see the chair she was restrained in along with lots of crates and boxes all over the place. Some sort of control room or executives office over looked the whole area from above and 2 hallways were labeled with entrance and cafeteria.  

Marsha had no idea what to do. Emergency exits were sealed and the possibility of climbing to the roof. Instead, she walked to a nearby phone. The line was dead and Marsha looked around for plan B.  

Opening some of the crates, not only did she find many narcotics, but weapons as well. Never had firing a weapon before, she still felt the appearance of it would aid her.  

Looking at the two hallways to the cafeteria and lobby, she took the cafeteria. One, she was hungry, and two she felt the men would enter though the lobby or at least have it guarded.  

Marsha panics as the cafeteria doors screech. Unknown to if someone heard, she hides fast within the kitchen nearby. Knives were still dormant and acquired to her being. Marsha looks down at her body wishing for a pair of pants. Instead, a towel is placed around her lower half for the time being. 

Pow-pow-pow, pow, Pow! Pow-pow! 

Firing of guns could be heard. Marsha hides in the cafeteria beneath a table. Some men pour in and she quickly fires out of panic. They all drop to the ground in pain and death. Marsha walks up to them. They attempt to fire at her and she retaliates. Death is brought on quickly for all of the Alementa boys.  

Marsha exits the cafeteria to find herself looking down a hallway in two directions. One leading back to the factory where she was first tied up and the other to an emergency exit lit up in green neon lighting. 

Johnny: Marsha!  

Johnny screams to be heard throughout the factory after he propelled down from the broken ceiling window.  

Marsha reacts to his voice and takes off running back to the factory’s main room from where it came. 

Marsha bursts through the double doors. 

Marsha: Johnny! 

The two lock eyes and begin to retaliate toward one another against the La Eme. The men rushing out of the bathroom were easy for Marsha to take out as many others stormed in from all the other exits and doors.  

It seems that the emergency exits were all left tapped and not actually sealed for easy access to bust open. Johnny and Marsha end up back to back in the center of the room. Both quickly hug and begin firing their weapons over one another’s backs.  

From there, the two reversed roles and turn around to be back to back again. Both began to run out of clips and the crates began to be more medical supplies versus ammunition. Luckily for them, nobody was left to ambush.  

Marsha drops her guns and turns around fast to be greeted by a kiss and hug that lifts her off the ground. She is taken back to her apartment. 

Scene 2 - The next morning 

• Marsha and Johnny enjoy a morning together after a night. Johnny takes Marsha to work.  

Marsha awakes in her own bed to find herself embracing Johnny within her arms. Fast, she sits up and looks around. Her entire place is ransacked. Instinctively, her dog runs up to her licking her face as he often does first thing in the morning.  

She dresses in sweat pants and a hoodie to take him for a walk. Outside, she smiles to see Henry entering a school bus and Candice fighting with Trevor to get in the car as Devon waited for his bus.  

When Marsha reentered her apartment, she looked at her schedule for the week in an email on her phone. As always, she penciled it into her calendar on the wall, but stopped realizing that was how she had got into the trouble she had been in.  

Instead, Marsha begins to prep breakfast. Cinnamon waffles, bacon, eggs  and fruit Johnny had walked in and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Marsha couldn’t help but smile, and continue to prep the table. The two ate breakfast and made there way to their occupations.  

Marsha's car had been impounded and Johnny said he would take care of if when she got off work. Where he said he would be waiting when dropping her off at work in his sports car. 

Scene 3 – Fixer upper 

• Johnny takes Marsha to her fixed up car. Her apartment is cleaned up and filled with flowers and love notes from Johnny.  

The day went by fast and easy at the hospital. As told, Johnny was awaiting in the parking garage for Marsha. She worried some, but being around him made her forget so much. The two went to another abandoned looking building. Marsha exited his vehicle and just stared at the facility. As her hand was grabbed by Johnny, she was welcomed entering it to see the outcome.  

Inside, she found her 2002 red and black convertible VW bug. 

Mechanic: Hey! Did you know you had a sports version? I was able to do so much! Someone took the labels off the back. Either for mischief or hide if things were done to it! I got it in tip top shape! Plus, some extra! 

Johnny: Good job! Is it ready to drive? We can always bring it back for the rest. Marsha has big plans this weekend. 

The mechanic hands him some keys 

Mechanic: Of course it’s ready. Yeah, I still will do more, especially for what you're paying me! It would win any armature street race like this, with everyone behind it! 

The keys are handed to Marsha and she smiles. The top of her bug is down and the temperature reads 51 degrees. With it being late April, the weather was questionable for good or bad temperatures. Johnny gestures her to drive off as a garage door opens.  

Marsha drives off with a smile in her bug. With her hair in the wind form the top down and a heart full of love, she makes her way home. The top is replaced and Marsha makes her way back home.  

Inside her apartment, she had intended to find it still ransacked. None the less, it had been cleaned up already with flowers all around having love notes and Johnny’s name upon them.  

Marsha laid upon her bed and fell sleep fast thinking about him.  

Scene 4 – Bachelorette party 

• Marsha goes to work and then home with Trent. She invites Nabi out for the night Rachel, Trent’s wife, has invited her on. 

The next day was normal and average at work. The weekend struck and Marsha was being awaited in the locker room by Trent.  

Trent: Marsha! Ready for a fun filled time? My wife asked me to give you this. 

Trent handed Marsha a grocery bag that had two dresses within it. Both the same and one slightly smaller than the other. Marsha is escorted out of the building by Trent. She sends a message and is greeted by Nabi at the home of Trent and his wife, Rachel.  

The three make their way inside. Marsha, Nabi, and Rachel all huddle close for a selfie in their matching dresses. 

Rachel: Sorry, Nabi was it, I didn’t your exact size and just guessed. I have some safety pins, if you would like us to pin it. 

Nabi: Please! It is quite alright. A couple pins here and here will be just perfect!  

Marsha and Rachel adjust her dress. The three begin drinking from a bottle and the limo arrives to pick them up.  

Inside, a group of women shouting to greet them while handing each of them champagne glasses. 

Rachel: To a night of freedom! 

Rachel toasts 

Woman: Yeah! Away from our lazy, boring men! 

Marsha: To a life full of love and prosperity! 

All the women: Ooooo! 

The women all look at her 

Woman: Sounds like she will be the one catching the bouquet! Or she’s still growing up! 

She toasts and clinks her glass with half the women. 

Bride to be: To my wedding, and gods praise that I didn’t get a rotten apple to go with my yeast to make wine in life. Or so else leave it guzzled down the drain in the pity and regret we call life! 

The end of clinking happens and all the women take down drinks. More were consumed before there first destination. 

Scene 5 – boring 

• Nabi is bored and convinces the woman to go else where. They leave a spa to go to Mr. Seung's Nightclub. 

Nabi was really bored and so was Marsha when there first stop was at a spa to have mani pedis. 

Nabi: Really? This is your bachelorette party! This is what you do before the wedding or a hot date and anniversary in some of your cases. We started out drinking and sitting here is really bringing me down. 

She sits up to look at everyone. Rachel removes cucumbers from her face. 

Rachel: Ya' know what? I agree! We all need to all black out tonight! 

Nabi: Yeah! Right on! 

Bride to be: If I am convinced to not be married after tonight or what I am doing is the right path…so be it! Isn’t that what a bachelorette party is for? Whoo! 

She stands up, as the cucumbers fall off her face. She and Nabi begin to grab everyone’s hands to bring them to a rise. Back to the limo they head. 

Nabi: I know of the perfect place!”  

She moves herself to the window between the driver and back area of the limo. Not too much times passes and Marsha exits, wobbling from so many drinks, standing out side of Mr. Seung's club. Nabi and her approach the bouncers first. Right away, their group was let in. Inside, all the women gather at a table for more drinks.  

Right after, they all hit the dance floor. Marsha is caught off guard by a tap on the shoulder. Who to be there to make her smile, but Johnny. Even with fast tempo music, the two found themselves dancing together slowly around a group of others fast. 

Section 8 

Scene 1 – Coming home in the daylight 

• The end of the bachelorette party. They leave the club to keep partying with the bride’s husband’s bachelor party.  

Nabi: Sorry Johnny, she’s ours for the night!  

Nabi grabs Marsha’s hand and rushes to the bar with the group of woman. They begin doing shots.  

Nabi: Give me a case of these bottles! Put it on Marsha’s tab. 

The bar tender nods and places the case on the counter.  

Nabi: C' mon! Let’s go! 

Everyone heads back to the limo and does more shots.  

Marsha: Where are we going now? 

Bride to be: It’s already passed midnight! We should probably all head home and get some rest. 

She looks at her watch 

The women: Boo! 

Woman: This is your last night of fun before a lifetime of having to check in and explain everything! Did your fiancé come back this early? 

Bride to be: Well, he’s out tonight. He hasn’t actually messaged me all night. 

Rachel: Here! I'll call my husband. 

Marsha: Let me do it! No! Put him on speaker! 

Trent: Hey Rachel, I hope your nights been better than ours. 

Women: Hi, Trent!”  

Trent: Oh geeze, how wasted are all of you? Ya know what, I don’t care, cause I’d rather be with you guys right now. This is the lamest bachelor party I have ever been to. We are golfing. Sober! Sure, being here at night is pretty dope, but sober? For a bachelor party? He says when were done here, which is practically now, were done for the night. Can I drug him? Or order him a broad cake? All our cars are at his place, we have to take the stupid limo back. Sober! 

Nabi: Send me the address! I got an idea. 

Rachel: I know it, what’s your plan? 

Nabi: You'll see. Just tell the driver the address. Wait, ya'll aren’t getting married tomorrow, right? 

Bride to be: No. That’s next weekend. 

Nabi: Good! You won’t be breaking any rules, like that whole can’t see one another 24 hours before the wedding tradition. But first, we need to make a stop at a friend of mine. 

Nabi grins at everyone as she pours another round of shots.  

The limo pulls up to a house and drops the women off. They all head to the door carrying shopping bags and liquor. The bride to be unlocks the house and the women all proceed inside. The bride is quickly shoved multiple bags and everyone begins to change into skimpy trashy skanky outfits.  

Rachel: Trent says they just pulled into the neighborhood. 

Everyone rushes to positions and shuts off the lights. The men all enter and are shocked to see all the woman and right away shots are forces down everyone’s throats. The bride and groom to be are both egged on throughout the night.  

Mostly everyone passes out after the sun came up. Trent takes his wife home and drops Nabi off with Marsha at her place. Marsha stares at her empty parking space. 

Nabi: Don't worry, they got it back to the shop and its almost fully done! 

Scene 2 – Sooped up 

• Johnny picks up Marsha at noon to take her to her fully finished sooped up car. 

Marsha wakes up around noon to a cell phone ringing. It was inside the drawer of her dresser. When she was captured the other night, her phone was left in her car that was towed. Johnny’s face was on the screen and she answers.  

Johnny: Let me in.  

He hangs up. Before Marsha could open the door it was already opened by him using his own key to the place.  

Johnny: I hope you got some rest, we have a busy rest of the weekend. 

After Marsha gets ready, Johnny takes her to a large garage. Inside many vehicles were being worked on. Marsha gasps and runs to her red bug and gives it a big hug.  

Marsha: Look at you Cherry! 

Johnny: Cherry? 

Marsha: Yeah, that’s her name. Cherry Nightmare. Look at the eye lashes on the lights! I always wanted to put them on. Look at the dash! A gps, I can plug my phone in, and look! More of my character to match my seat covers all over the place! 

Johnny: Yeah, not to mention an upgraded engine with twin turbos and nos. Of course, now you have no trunk at all, but you don’t need to go back there for the CD player no more. I'm glad you like it. It will be dropped off at your place. We have something else to do today. 

Johnny is hugged greatly by Marsha.  

Scene 3 – Madam V 

• Marsha meets Madam Violaceous on her yacht.  

Johnny and Marsha enter a black van with three other men. The drive to a large Lake and approach a small yacht. The name was Violaceous on the sides and back of it. 

Marsha: Wait. Violaceous? I know that name. From where? 

Marsha beings to think. 

Madam V: Ah! The Kkangpae!  Welcome, welcome! Come on aboard! 

A woman with a heavy European accent shouts from the highest point of the yacht. She is wearing a long fur coat with sun glasses and many accessories. Her hair blew in the wind with some of the coat, it was very windy today.  

Madam V: Ooo! You all look fabulous! As usual, I wouldn’t expect anything less from your suits being my design of course! Ha! What’s this? Mmmmm, fresh meat! Let me have a look. 

She grabs Marsha by the wrist and pulls her center of the room. She walks around her examining Marsha from head to toe. She lifts her hair, smacks her butt, and reaches her hand out for a shake.  

Madam V: My name’s Madame V! 

Marsha: Madame V? Of course, VVVViolaceous Creations! You have so many products. Wow! I never knew you lived here. My name's Marsha Olles. 

Madam V: Oh darling, I live all over. I go wherever my heart leads me, or where I am needed. Today, you are indeed in need of my services. One of my best skills is looks, and honey, I love your look! I will recreate it for the world, after I take it away from you. Come, sit, drink, enjoy yourself and all I have to offer here. 

Madam V claps and some guys with shirts off, robust, and wearing bow ties bring snacks and beverages. 

Marsha: What do you mean, take my look away? 

Madam V: You didn’t tell her! Shame on you all! 

Madame V smacks the guy sitting next to her on the shoulder.  

Madam V: Poor girl wasn’t given time to prep or take in herself one last time. 

She faces Marsha while leaning over the coffee table to grab her hand. 

Madam V: honey! Today, you're getting a make over! 

Madame V sits back in her chair.  

Madam V: Not that you don’t look fabulous already, but to help keep trouble off ya. 

Kkangpae: Sorry, Nabi was supposed to tell you last night. Guess she forgot. 

Johnny: Yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to. I…I'm not happy about it. I think your perfect just the way you are. 

Johnny holds Marsha’s hand. 

Madam V: Do I hear wedding bells?  

The young couple smile and become a tad embarrassed.  

Scene 4 – Boat chase 

• The La Eme attack Madam V's Yacht and the Kkangpae in an attempt to get Marsha.  

Madam V: Wait a moment! I do hear something. Harachas? On this boat? That means… 

Madame V pulls out a hand gun and walks to one of the windows slowly. A shotgun is fired and a man falls in front of the window.  

Madam V: La Eme are not welcome on this boat! To arms everyone! 

More shots could be heard. The side of the boat was rammed and everyone is tossed around.  

Madam V: My beautiful yacht! It’s probably scratched now! How dare they! Weighing anchor! 

The yacht begins to move and more shots are heard. Madame V takes off out of the cabin.  

Speed boats and jet skis chase them. Johnny and Marsha join Madame V port while the other men take starboard.  

A helicopter appears and a group of men fast rope down around Marsha. They are all wearing bulletproof suits and manage to grab her. Johnny tackles the one with Marsha as Madame V pulls out a sword and slices down the other men with the help of some of her guys. To physical combat Johnny threw punch after punch until the man was bleeding bruised all over the face. Johnny picks him up and tosses him over board.  

The helicopter began to fire from men aboard it still. Most of the water crafts had been shot down. Everyone rushes into the cabin for cover.  

Madam V: We have two options. 

Madame V moves a rug and opens a large compartment.  

Madam V: Blow it up, or escape? 

Everyone looks at her and the rocket launcher next to a drop hatch to the water below.  

Kkangpae: Even if we escape the boat, they will probably still find us. 

Madam V: Okay, I've always wanted to use this thing. 

Madame V preps a rocket and launches it at the tail of the chopper. A direct hit is made and sends it spiraling into the water. A few more boats show up and attach themselves to the yacht with grappling hooks. Some are cut off right away and Madame V tosses her launcher into one with a grenade. The explosion caused the yacht to be tossed up some and everyone lands roughly. The engine stops.  

Scene 5 – Make over 

• They are free of the La Eme. Marsha gets a make over. 

Madam V: Okay! All weapons into the compartment and cower in the corner. Law enforcement will be here soon. 

Everyone was left free to go and the yacht was towed into the harbour. They believed Madame V's story of her business meeting of fashion being ruined and they were after her valuables. More importantly, her raw gemstones she had mined herself and was famous for having in some of her creations. It ended with her singing multiple autographs.  

Marsha: I'm sorry about your yacht. 

Madam V: Don’t be, I’ll get another one. A better one. Will bullet proof everything! But, I still have a job to do. Come and sit and let Madame V work her magic. 

Madame V begins to do Marsha’s hair. She kicks everyone out to the shore. Hours pass and Marsha went from redish brownish goldish hair to being jet black. A wig was sewn over her natural hair in a cap with a full face of make up after hours of practice. You couldn’t recognize her.  

Madam V: Viola! French word for ta da! Which I find amusing cause I would like you to meet, Viola, like the instrument. This should help. 

Marsha walks right up to Johnny. 

Marsha: What do you think? 

Johnny: Your beautiful, no matter what. 

He kisses her. 

Madam V: Ah! I'm beat. I need to get some rest. Ta, ta, bye, bye, muah!”  

Madame V gives her farewells and enters the yacht.  

Johnny: So, Marsh…I mean Viola. Are you ready to go home? 

Marsha nods and they all enter the black van. At her complex, her bug was back in its usual spot. Johnny had unlocked it and pulled out a key.  

He walks her to her apartment and opens the door with the new key.  

Johnny: Wait. 

He walks behind Viola and covers her eyes. Slowly, he guides her to the center of her living room.  

Johnny: Okay! What do you think? 

The hands are removed from her sight and the entire place has been redecorated. New paint and wallpaper, furniture, decorations, and a her dog ran out of a super new comfy cozy looking bed to greet them. They walk around and look at everything. Marsha had stopped in front of her closets that had foldable doors with mirrors on them. She just stares are her new hair.  

Johnny: You look great. It’s not a permanent look. Just till the attempts of kidnaps stop.  

Johnny sits on her new bed and begins undoing his tie and shirt while looking at her in the mirror. She turns around and smiles. The sun has begun to rise and birds could be heard chirping outside. The next day, Viola had worried over what her work would think of her new look when she had to go back. 

Section 9 

Scene 1 - Pain 

• Lyle is in trouble. Pain. Johnny shows up when Marsha is examining him. 

Early that evening, Marsha’s front door was being pounded on.  

Henry: Mo, Mo! Please! 

Henry was panicking. When the door opened he paused and looked her over,  

Henry: Mo? Is…is that you?” 

Marsha: Yeah, just a new look. What’s wrong? 

Henry: It’s…it’s my dad! He's in a lot of pain! Maybe you can help? 

Henry runs off taking her to him. Lyle is hunched over in the ground holding his right side.  

Henry: Mo's here! 

Marsha quickly examines Lyle who is in an immense pain 

Lyle: It usually goes away by now. I’m in so much pain! Please help me Mo. 

Marsha: When was the last time you urinated? 

Lyle: Uhh…this…this morning! That’s not good. 

Lyle begins to cringe in more pain. 

Marsha: There are few things it could be, it seems like your kidneys. Most likely stones, but maybe an infection. Without some tests, I couldn’t be sure. You need to go to the hospital. The sooner the better. 

Candice: We can’t afford it. What will we do? Is he going to die? He just can’t! 

Candice cries and holds her husband kneeling on the floor. 

Johnny: There will be a van here soon.  

Johnny says from the doorway.  

Johnny: We have all the equipment needed, away from the hospital. But… 

Lyle: Really? I'll do it! Take me. 

Candice: We don’t have any way to pay. 

Johnny: Not needed. We have the equipment and it needs to be used. You seem close to, Mo? 

He giggles some and looks at her,  

Johnny: Do I have your permission to call you that? It’s cute! Mo, Mo, Mo! Oh, I'm Johnny. Her lover! 

He greets them all with hand shakes. 

Marsha: Yes! Okay, let’s get him outside and carefully. 

Scene 2 – Surgery 

• Lyle is taken to a home, owned by the Kkangpae, full of medical equipment, supplies, and medications where Marsha performs surgery to remove kidney stones.  

Mo is standing outside being held by Johnny and the van arrives.  

Johnny: I'm sorry. 

Johnny halts Candice from entering the van,  

Johnny: only him. 

Candice nods and Henry holds his mom as they make their way back inside.  

The van drives off to a house. Inside, all the curtains were shut. They went to the master bedroom to find all sorts of medical machinery and equipment. 

Marsha: Quick, let’s set him up for an ultrasound. 

Mo searches through Lyle’s body.  

Marsha: Well, your kidneys are fine, that’s great news. But, it looks like you have stones. Typically they will pass, but the ones left seem to be too big.  

She examines closer to his groin. Good! There all within the kidneys! But... 

Lyle: Cut me open and get the bastards out! Do it! 

Kkangpae: You can operate in the next room over. We have all the required items. 

They make there way into the next bedroom. The entire place was lined with plastic and the operating table was prepped fast. Lyle was knocked out and cut open.  

Carefully, each stone is removed. Some were the size of marbles, and the rest like peanuts. Time passes and the surgery was a complete success. 

Lyle comes to and is handed a phone right away that is held up to his ear for him.  

Lyle: I'm just fine, the pain is gone. Mo did it, but now I have different pain. I will get better. Here talk to her, I feel weak. 

Marsha: Don’t worry Candice, he will be fine. If possible, it would be better if he were here for a couple days. Is there anyway you can call his work? Give them my number, uhh… 

She is handed a card with her number on it.  

Candice: He does have some vacation days he could use, his health is more important than our annual summer family camping trip. 

The sons can all be heard asking questions and to speak with their dad. 

Johnny takes the phone away from Marsha 

Johnny: Go ahead a take the time off. Save your vacation days and go this summer. Traditions are important. I will write you a check to cover your rent for the month. Consider it a gift from me for helping see how compassionate and wonderful Mo is from another angle. I will not accept any rejection of our hospitality. 

Candice: Wow! Mo sure did fall into a good net! Bless you, bless both of you. Mo has done so much for us! We will never forget it. 

The phone call is ended and Johnny looks at Marsha. She walks over and hugs him and the two rock side to side some. 

Kkangpae: We can handle this, you two can go. We will keep his wife up to date and you as well. 

She is a nurse and had assisted in the operation.  

Kkangpae: Before you go, you should look around and tell us all what you will need to help Mr. Seung. 

Marsha walks around the entire home. Every type of medical item from medications, to equipment, and tools was present. She left a post it note on everything needed.  

Marsha: Two weeks. 

Johnny: Two weeks? 

Marsha: Two weeks, I will take my two weeks of paid vacation time to help Mr. Seung. It will take time for me to make the artificial heart. 

Johnny: You should just quit. I can take care of you. 

Johnny holds her in his arms. 

Kkangpae: Hey, oh sorry. I have your new documents. 

A guy walks over to Marsha and hands her a folder.  

Kkangpae: You are still Marsha Olles, but outside of work, always use these.  

The folder is opened to find a new driver’s license, pass port, credit cards, insurance cards, and other forms of identifications under her new alias, Viola Violette. 

Johnny: Don’t worry, we all have this. I’m also know as, Hyun Kim. I work as a driver for a restaurant with Korean delicacies. 

Johnny speaks making quotations with his hands. 

Scene 3 – Monday 

• Work as usual. Marsha is thanks by Trent for the successful bachelorette party. Rex ask about Marsha requesting two weeks off. 

With it being Monday morning, Marsha was worried over going into work with the new look. She decided to wear her hair up in a hat, when the locker room was clear, she put on a surgeons cap to hide her new look.  

Startled, she jumps some when the door opens and she had just barely finished putting on the cap. 

Trent: Marsha! 

He rushes over and shakes her hand with both hands.  

Trent: Thank you! Thank you so much! For Friday night and…uh…the shopping. 

He winks at her 

Trent: My wife and I had an amazing weekend! What’s with the cap? You don’t have an surgeries right now? Ah, who cares, let’s get on with the day. 

When walking down the hall Marsha stops when hearing Rex call her name. He rushes up to her and throws an arm around her shoulder.  

Rex: I'm glad I found you. Listen, I heard you were taking your two weeks next week. May I ask what’s the occasion? 

Marsha: I…I’m going to visit some family. It’s been too long and with everything that’s happened lately, I feel I should rekindle with them and need some time alone. That kid napping is still haunting me. 

Rex: Yeah…shame about that. Also, it was a shame about those cubic zirconia diamonds. If only? Right? We both could be retiring, ha aha ha ah. Well, I wish a good venture for you and you come back. We'll miss ya while you’re gone! 

He hurries off. Marsha stops and watches him. She is thinking over many things lately. The end of the day approaches and the week continues on.  

Scene 4 – Last warning 

• Marsha had expected to visit a patient as usual, but when walking into the room, Federico was there with some men to give her one last warning to join the La Eme. 

Thursday rolled around and it was passed lunch. She enters a room to speak with a patient. The clip board had read this gentleman was needing an ACL surgery within his knee. Looking at the clip board she walks in and begins to introduce herself. 

Marsha: Hi, my name is Marsh… 

Her mouth is covered and the door slams shut. 

Federico: Hello. Marsha! 

He was staring out the window.  

Federico: Don’t worry, we won’t do anything. Go ahead and let her go boys. 

He turns around, slowly.  

Federico : I just want to talk. I was impressed with your ability to escape from our last encounter. At the same time, I am growing tired of failed attempts to convince you to aid on our side. In fact… 

He gets close to her face,  

Federico: I will give you one last chance, and if you choose to deny my hospitality, we will just terminate you. 

He pulls out a card with a phone number on it.  

Federico: Call me, and we will have dinner. You have through the weekend. 

Everyone leaves the room and Marsha worries. The patient in the room has been put to sleep with medications and Marsha spends a few minutes in their to think. From there, she goes about the rest of her day.  

Scene 5 – Evade  

• Marsha is at the gas station when some La Eme show up. She watches them go to her apartment and she calls Johnny. Nabi picks her up and they hide out at Mr. Seung’s mountain mansion. She explains how she will help his heart failure.  

Saturday morning Marsha is walking her dog. She decided to go to the convince store across the street.  

Clerk: Mo! One of my most favourite customers! I'm digging the new hair!  

The sound of more men entering the shop alerts her. They are speaking Spanish and wearing Charro suits. She waits for them to leave and watches them. They head across to her apartment. Watching from across the street, she eats a snack fast to not be suspicious. As she had suspected, they entered her apartment and she could see them through the window. She calls up Johnny, and Nabi shows up fast to pick her up. They all meet up at Mr. Seung’s mansion cabin in the mountains to lay low. 

Mr. Seung: Tell me, what is it you plan to do to help me?  

He coughs some and breaths in oxygen.  

Mr. Seung: We happen to know where to get a heart, not stolen, the person is dyeing from a tumor within the brain that has gone beyond fixing. Or a man who is going to pass soon from rectal cancer. I'm sure a car collision will happen soon ending someone’s life and preserving their heart. 

Marsha: Well, I am going to make you an artificial heart. There are these new procedures to use spinach leaves to make artificial heart tissues and if I take some from a pigs, I could repair yours. I have done much research into it and am fully confident in my skills. I seen one be used within a pig successfully. When I looked over your records, it seemed like your heart simply needed some reconstruction and I will replace the failing tissues. 

Action Care 

Sections 10-12 (Chapters 14-19) 

Section 10 

Scene 1 – Friend or Fiend  

• Marsha helps the Kkangpae. When dropped off at work, she over hears a conversation between the La Eme and a man. She was caught, but let go. Her new look fooled them. 

Halfway through the next week, Marsha had been called away to assist on a task for the Kkangpae. She was brought to an apartment and inside were injured people with bullets. Easy and simple for her to aid them. However, one man had been hit in the lung.  

Marsha: He needs surgery. I need to cut him open. We don’t have anything to knock him out or dull the pain here. Can we take him to that house? 

Quickly, they loaded up into a van and proceeded to the home. The man was sedated and cut open. Staples were used to seal the lung and a breathing tube was sent down his throat to make sure the lung didn’t collapse.  

Morning came and she was dropped off at the hospital. The man was still sleeping, but there were people who stayed with him to keep on eye on his well being. 

She was nervous. She didn’t have her hat and didn’t want to walk through the main lobby. Instead, she makes her way to the parking garage to enter where she normally did.  

Something caught her attention on one of the floors. A bunch of white cars of the same model the La Eme usually drove were on the one level.  

Marsha: Federico! 

She gasps and quickly hides.  

He and the La Eme look around hearing a thud as she leaned up against a car. 

Federico: Search the area. 

A La Eme finds her and points his weapon at her. 

Marsha: Please, I was just going to work. I won’t say nothing. My names Viola. 

She raises her arms in the air and hopes her alias works.  

La Eme: Go! 

The man gestures her to move forth and she takes off running inside. She bumps into someone on her way in. 

Rex and Marsha are both in their disguises and do not recognize one another 

Rex: Get out of my way and watch yourself! 

Marsha watches him walk away. Confused, she listens in on the conversation between him and the La Eme. They are planning a strike on what they believe is the Kkangpae. From what she hears, it sounds like a different organization.  

When the man makes his way back into the hospital, Marsha quickly books it up the stairs to the locker room and changed fast into scrubs with her cap on. She went to Paula's office in hope of some answers. 

Scene 2 – who is who 

• Here Marsha gets some information about the La Eme and Kkangpae. She learns of the La Eme having a known of surgeon adding them from a private practice mostly in plastic. 

Paula: Marsha! What a surprise! I saw you had no scheduled surgeries today, I am clear until one set appointment this afternoon. Come sit, chat, and waste time. 

Marsha: You know about the crime gangs, right? 

Paula: Of course. From street gangs, schools, drugs, sex, bootleggers, homeless, corrupt business men, mafias, you name it. I have had dealings with them all. Some of the wealthier clients always win or persuade me for their favour. 

Paula looks down with a guilty face,  

Paula: At times, I’ve regretted things and other times hate I couldn’t do nothing. 

She looks back up.  

Paula: Why? Has an organization contacted you? 

Marsha: What do you know about the La Eme? 

Paula: Ha! 

Paula crosses her arms and leaned her chair back.  

Paula: Money, money, money! 

She slams her hands on the edge of the desk.  

Paula: That’s all they care about and of course their macho egos. 

She places one hand below her armpit over the chest and begins to wag a pointed finger.  

Paula: Interesting you would ask about them. Today of all days. 

She points to herself. 

Paula: my appointment today is with someone who has had dealings with them. A surgery case, in fact. 

She relaxes and places her hands on each of the arms of the chair.  

Paula: Plastic. Not your alley. I guess this man’s mistress is trying to sue some place cause the dumb broad fell and cut up her face and had some scars. Seriously! Dumb! I don’t want them to win, but it goes back to that whole money situation. They have a damn good lawyer. I’m not sure who their primary doctor is, but it’s outside of our files. Someone private. Actually, let me look this up. 

Paula begins to search through her computer files.  

Paula: Here, Mr. Harold Mime. Private practice, fully licensed and degreed.”  

She turns the screen around to show Marsha.  

Marsha: I just… 

Marsha confusingly points and turns her body.  

Marsha: I just saw him on my way in here. Could I have a copy of that? 

Paula: Sure. No rule against that. At least not stated so. I can’t give you his information, but I simply will put note in the system you were curious about going into your own private practice and wanted to chat with him. Ya know? The La Eme have had a grudge with the Kkangpae lately. I have never really dealt with them. I mean, some of their clients, sure, but they are always fair, follow the rules, and seem to have great methods of going about things without knowing. Like the La Eme, they don’t segregate on only their race. But, now the Geondal and Jopok, they are a ruff crowd. Heavy mafia dealings with all the ones you hear off, La Eme, La Cosa Nostra, ‘Ndrangheta, Camorra, Millieu, Israeil, Westies, Triads, Yakuza, Bratva, all of them, you name it, they all do business eventually. 

Beep, Beep 

Scene 3 – set up 

Marsha is called in on a emergency to ride in an ambulance to some shooting taking place. Into one of the Action Care ambulances she went. Trent was supposed to be on call with her and Marsha was joined by her mentor, Dr. Rex Kleen. Two paramedics were in the front and 2 assistants road in the back with them.  

Rex: Are you ready for this, Marsha? 

Dr. Rex asks her as they hold on as the ambulance took a turn fast. 

Paramedic: Whoa! Slow down guys! It may be an emergency, but you’re not to drive like that. 

Marsha: Yeah. Always. 

Rex: You seem, off lately. I know you said you needed time off to cleanse, but if you’re not up for this, just say so. 

Marsha: Thanks. But, I can handle it. 

She leans close to him.  

Marsha: If you ask me, you have been off lately too. Calling in often, changing schedules, like right now, and… 

She sits back and stops to think about what she almost did. 

Rex: And? 

Another turn was taken sharp. 

Paramedic: Hey! This isn’t the way to the street we're supposed to go to. Stop right now! 

The woman paramedic begins to demand. Suddenly, she is shot through the head! 

Blood and entrails cover the place as she hits the floor in front of Marsha's feet. The ambulance is stopped and Marsha takes off running fast out the back. They were no where near where the call was placed. Back in the industrial section, Marsha recognized where she was at from her first in the filed mission with the Kkangpae.  

Rex: Aww what’s the matter Marsha! Afraid of us? 

Dr. Rex Kleen was wiping down his gun and watching Marsha run down the street. 

Scene 4 – Run! 

• Marsha runs for her life from Rex and the La Eme. Johnny saves her. 

Through her mind, she was thinking of the caduceus tattoo she had seen on his back weeks ago. The voice she heard when she was kidnapped and the same caduceus tat. The meeting in the parking garage this morning. To the photo of the doctor she received and the ambulance ride just now where a long trusted colleague of hers met their end.  

There was no where to run. The ambulance drove up fast beside her. The La Eme in the passenger side opens his door to try and grab her. She ducks. He falls and rolls onto the ground. Rex moves into that seat as the ambulance circles around. The other Paramedic opens the back doors and rolls out.  

Marsha makes her way into an alley and rolls a dumpster to block the way. Fast as possible, she runs. Her cell phone was in her locker. The ambulance cuts her off at the end of the alley between two warehouses. Marsha turns around and runs back to a ladder. Up to the roof she went.  

Pew, pew, pew 

Gun shots bounce off the metal near her from men onto of the roof of the building she had been in before. All she did was run and leap between buildings in hope someone would save her or she could find a way to escape.  

With nowhere left to run, Marsha looks back and down. More gunshots are made and she jumps out of the way. Onto a window, she looks down inside the building. To her luck, it was a juice factory and she falls through the window as it shatters from gunfire.  

Into a large batch of juice she fell. Swimming to the edge and pulling herself out, employees begin to scream in panic.  

She follows them out of the place and dives into the back of a pick up truck that is started and drives off fast. Some others join her that worked in the facility. 

Person: Are you alright? What happened? Who are those men? 

Marsha: Get down! 

She tugs him toward the bed of the truck and the bullet hits the driver and swerves. It crashes into a parked vehicle that sets off its alarm.  

Marsha: Stay put. They only want me!  

Marsha stands and leaps out of the back of the truck. The ambulance was right on her again. Right as it neared to ram her a sports car crashes right into it, sending it out of the way.  

Johnny exits fast and begins to shoot. Both begin to run.  

Scene 5 – Enemy of thy enemy  

• Johnny and Marsha escape. 

Inside another building they went. A sweat shop with many clothing items being made. They do their best to hide. A gun is aimed at them. 

Jopok: Ireumi mwoyeyo? (What’s your name) 

Johnny: Johnny. Jom dowa juseyo? (Could you help me)  

He pulls out a check and writes $10,000 on it signed and with no name filled in. Handing it to the man, he smiles and puts it in his inner pocket.  

Jopok: Jeojjok! (over there)  

He gestures toward an exit and tosses some keys to Johnny. He then grabs a dress off the table and tosses it to Marsha.  

Jopok: Jeo jjok!” (that way) “Ppalli!” (hurry/fast) 

Johnny: Come on! 

Johnny grabs Marsha's hand and they begin to run.  

Gun shots were made where they had just been sitting and then in the opposite direction they had been running by the Jopok.  

Jopok: You think you could come into my shop uninvited! 

The man shouts as a distraction. Soon after, La Eme and Rex walk in holding their own weapons at the man.  

Jopok: Thieves! Trying to steal from me. I do not mean any harm to Mr. Almenta. Please, you may search the place for more. Two ran out the side door. 

Out the back door, Johnny and Marsha enter a small pick up truck parked in the alley. They take off and make a clean get away. 

Marsha: Is that one of your friends? 

Johnny: No. He may have been Korean, but not Kkangpae. We don’t have sweat shops. Using people like that is not our way. I would say he’s probably Geondal or Jopok. They are more mafia, and we are more of our own organization. Unaffiliated with them. But, many do get us confused. What happened? 

Marsha removes her cap and changes into the dress as Johnny removes his jacket and shirt to put on the sweatshirt sitting in the car.  

Marsha: My mentor. Dr. Rex Kleen. He set me up. He's working with them. 

She pulls out the photo she had of him as Harold Mime. It was discolored some and soggy.  

Marsha: Was there any shootings do you know? I was supposed to be on call to one and now…I can’t go back to work. I don’t think I could even go home. But. I can’t leave my dog there and some items. 

Johnny: Not sure about any shootings, but I was concerned when I saw you leave the hospital and followed to find you. Shit!  

Johnny smacks the steering wheel.  

Johnny: My car… 

Marsha: Oh! I'm sorry. Maybe it could be fixed, like my bug? 

Johnny: No. 

He pulls out his cell phone. His car is being searched by some La Eme. One pulls out the registration and… 

Boom! 

The car explodes. Destroying all evidence of ownership.  

Johnny: I will just get a new one. Let’s go to your place and then switch out vehicles. We'll decide what to do when I get some feedback. I was so scared for you Mo! 

Johnny continues to drive. Marsha leans over and grabs his arm to rest her head upon it. 

Marsha: Thank you! You always save me, just in time. 

She whispers seductively.  

Marsha: you know…I…I… 

Johnny stops at a light and kisses her.  

Johnny: Don’t say anything. From now on, I will never leave your side. 

They go back to her apartment and she packs up some things as Johnny makes them something to eat.  

After, Johnny tapes the car keys underneath the car they borrowed and leave in her bug to the mountain cabin mansion of Mr. Seung.  

Section 11 

Scene 1 – prepping  

• At Mr. Seung's mansion they discuss Rex working for the La Eme. Marsha requests her last needed items to help Mr. Seung. 

Marsha pulled out the ruined photo of her mentor as Harold Mime.  

Mr. Seung: We have seen this man many times. Who knew he was your mentor.”  

Mr. Seung has a whole file on Harold Mime that he lays out for everyone to view.  

Mr. Seung: He has hasn’t been with the La Eme for long, but is well know amongst many and provided treatment in the manner in which you have for us. 

Nabi: Do you think they are onto Marsha as Viola? 

Mr. Seung: Who knows, but it’s not safe for her to be alone. Without her sharp instincts, she may have been glossed today. 

Mr. Seung stops to cough and breath in oxygen.  

Mr. Seung: We have brought everything you asked here and have a medical room prepped for you.” 

Marsha: Good, I will need some other things besides the medical equipment. I will need spinach leaves. 

Kkangpae: Spinach leaves? 

Marsha: Yeah. That’s the easy part. I will also need a compatible blood source. I volunteer knowing I have AB positive and am a universal donor. 

Gim: Nonsense! You need to stay in tip top condition. I will give the blood. I am the same as my father. 

Marsha: Very well. The other thing I will need is… 

She hesitates and looks around the room,  

Marsha: some human cells to help grow the tissue. 

Gim: Where would we get that? You said you didn’t want to harm anyone. 

Marsha: Well, I have an idea. No harm whatsoever. Do you know anyone whose pregnant? Preferably about to give birth any day now? I can use an after birth. 

Marsha looks around at them all smiling  

Gim: The reason my wife is not here or been introduced to you, is due to being due any day now. That’s also why I have been unavailable often. I could bring her here. Would you be able to birth my son? 

Marsha: Of course. That way we know the cells could be stored immediately. It will take me a week to prep the spinach leaves. Without opening up the chest to view the heart personally, I’m at a guess for how much new tissue will be needed. I went through all of your records and your heart attack it is guess and a pace maker may be needed from your muscles failing. 

Mr. Seung: Enough. I believe in your success. To have my grandson and son aid in my life to continue, it brings a strong sense of love and connection with both of them. Is there anything else? 

Marsha: I don’t think so. If they brought everything I asked for here already, that should do it. I could begin the decellularization process right away. A weeks process to remove all the plant from the spinach. 

Gim: Okay! Tomorrow, we will find the best spinach around. In fact, we will get some of everything we can find and we want you to test them all for the best! I will also bring my wife here. For now, enjoy our home and your bags have been taken to your room. Johnny can show you where it’s at. 

Mr. Seung: Haeng uneul bi reoyo! 

Mr. Seung stands up and exits the room. 

Gim: Yeoreo gagiro goma woyo! 

Gim answers while grabbing his car keys and taking his exit of the room,  

Gim: Good luck! Thanks for everything!” 

Nabi: Bae anjeul kkayo? 

Nabi walks to the bar and begins to pour some drinks.  

Nabi: Well? What do you say Johnny? Mo? Shall we sit at the bar? 

They all begin to drink and enjoy the evening. Everyone heads to bed or has crashed on a couch or chair. Johnny takes Marsha to their room to sleep for the night. 

Scene 2 – Love 

• Marsha and Johnny confess their live for one another. 

Morning rises and Marsha wakes up to birds singing outside. She goes out on a balcony and looks into the wilderness. Some deer were grazing by as the birds were singing and dancing around multiple bird feeders of many different species. A bunny could be seen hoping by and chipmunks roaming around.  

The sun was just beginning to rise and filled the sky pink. The temperature was just cold enough to see your breath and Marsha gets a chill. Johnny walks up behind her with a blanket wrapped around him and wraps it around her from behind with him in it still. 

She grabs onto the blanket some and Johnny moves one of his hands to find her other hand. He places a small box within her hand and re grabs the blanket.  

Johnny: Sarang haeyo. 

Johnny whispers into Marsha’s ear. She turns around to face him and places her hands around his neck. 

Marsha: Johnny…I have fallen in love with you. 

She says softly with a smile and her eyes partially closed. He returns the same emotional energy and appearance. 

Johnny: Jeodoyo. 

He laughs some,  

Johnny: I'm in love with you! I love you too! Open the box. 

Inside the velvet blue box was an exquisite necklace made with sapphires.  

Johnny: It was custom made, just for you. This is one of the gemstones we recovered together. It will never be as beautiful as you, but it represents that moment when I knew I could never let you go! You don’t have to wear it, but if we are ever a part, look at it and think of me. 

Time passes and a voice is heard on an intercome saying 

Kkangpae: achim. 

The two head down to breakfast.  

Scene 3 – Alley 

• Yeona has been kidnapped! They meet up with Gim to save her. 

Later that day Johnny gets a phone call. Mr. Seung walks to the room and stands in the archway. Johnny stands up and looks at the un lit fire place.  

Mr. Seung: Go! All of you!”  

Mr. Seung says and walks away.  

Everyone quickly dressed into their matching suits. Not a word was said on the drive all the way down the mountain. They took as van full of weapons and Marsha only guessed what was about to happen.  

They met up with Gim who was staring blankly at the ground while leaning up against his car. 

Gim: They have her… 

Gim makes a fist and looks up at everyone. He stands up fully away from the car.  

Gim: If they harm her…or my child…I will kill them. All of them! 

He begins to pace back and forth.  

Gim: This is a no mercy mission! We go in, guns blazing, rescue my wife and unborn child! 

He stops and takes a breath as he closes his eyes.  

Gim: This shock may put her into labor, if she hasn’t already. Please… Marsha.  

She and him make eye contact.  

Gim: Help her in anyway! Alright…let’s get those fuckin' La Eme! Fucking Federico! 

Gim kicks some random junk on the ground and takes off running. Everyone follows. Down an alley they went between the back yards of houses.  

Scene 4 – it’s personal  

• They rescue Yeona from the La Eme. 

They all duck in a driveway in front of a garage as they see some men searching the alley. Gim begins to stand and is halted by one of his men.  

Kkangpae: Let me. 

He screws on a silencer to his weapon to take out the men in the alley 

Gim: Good work! Let’s go! 

Gim takes off running. They turn into the driveway and the door opens up. Everyone begins firing and they move on.  

In the back yard a couple pit bulls were released and tackle Gim. He fights them off as one of the men tosses one by it’s collar. The dogs get scared. Marsha shoots their chains and they take off running.  

Yeona: Ahg! 

She could be heard screaming in pain from within the house. 

Gim: Yeona! 

Gim screams and runs up the porch. He quickly dives off and takes cover as the rest do the same when the back door is burst open with a man using a shot gun. Firing through lawn furniture, a grill, trash cans, many of them retreat into the garage.  

Gim maneuvers around the porch to the side of the house. A fence blocked his path to the front of the house, where a dozen men were awaiting. Suddenly, he hears a law mower start and a chain saw run. He peeks around and watches the man start to take some steps back with the shot gun. A leaf blower sticks out the side door of the garage and is turned on. It is dropped and the shotgun fires. He becomes drenched in soil and shouts from it in his eyes. The shot gun hits the ground and fires. Gim rushes out to grab it and the man starts to throw fists.  

Johnny comes out with the chain saw and immediately the man falls to the ground to cower. Gim shoots his legs and the lawn mover is drove into the fence on the side of the house to knock it down. The men from up front run and Johnny leads two men over the fence on the other side of the house to flank them. Gim shoots the handle of the back door to open it. No bullets left in the shot gun, he tosses it and kicks the door open.  

Gim: Yeona! 

Shots are made and Gim ducks around the wall on the houses exterior wall.  

Yeona: Gim! G-h. Ahgg! 

Marsha: She must be in labor already. It sounds like she’s upstairs. 

Nabi: C' mon! You need to get to her.  

Nabi sits on the railing of the porch and leans down while leaning on her leg toward the porch.  

Nabi: Climb up! 

Marsha stands on the railing and then on Nabi's back. She grabs the roof above and starts to pull herself up. Nabi stands and helps push her feet up. Marsha lays on her stomach to grab her medical kit as Nabi hands it up to her and gets shot in the chest by a bullet through the window in the kitchen behind her. She falls forward to the lawn.  

Marsha: Nabi! 

Gim rushed in and took out the guy in the kitchen and dived behind the counter as shots from behind a couch in the living room attempting to strike him.  

Nabi: I'm fine. I have a vest on. Keep going! 

Marsha: Damn! Where’s my vest? There are more driving down the alley! 

A white car is about to turn into the back yard from the alley with a few others behind it. The other side fence crashes over by Johnny driving another white car directly into them and causes all the cars to pile up. He gets out fast and tosses a pin as he runs inside the house. Marsha is shot through a window and is braised on the leg some. The La Eme get out of their cars and… 

Boom! 

The grenade explodes! The cars go flying around and knock most of the men out. Some are trapped and look at gas running toward a flaming vehicle.  

Boom! Boom! 

Marsha is crouched down covering her head. 

Boom! 

The first car that exploded was launched high into the sky and lands in the neighbors pool. The others run in the alley and a large fire has begun. All the windows had shattered on the back of the house.  

Marsha looks into a bedroom and sees a man’s elbow sitting out some in the hallway by the door. She fires in an attempt to strike him. Knowing she would miss, she had jumped on the bed below the window and ran into the closet. The man fires at her and she holds her medical case in front of her chest. It is quite large and happens to be bullet proof.  

Gim is shooting over the counter at men in the living room. As soon as Johnny walked in, he dived beside him for cover to the right. On the left, Nabi was firing from out of a bathroom.  

The front door is burst open and a smoke bomb rolls in. Gim and Johnny stand and take down the group of men who were caught by surprise. A man coughs and stumbles down the hall. Nabi smacks him across the head with a shower rod knocking him out cold.  

Marsha waits for the man to reload and rushes behind the wall where he is standing. She has a needle in her hand and quickly reaches around the door to stab it within the man. Chemicals are injected within to make him sleep. In just a few seconds he fell to the floor. 

Yeona: Giiiiiim! 

The stairs have some men on them. More are held up in the master bedroom, other bedroom, and hall bathroom. All the smoke clears in the living room and the group takes out the people on the stairs. As they run up, Marsha attempts to run closer more to where Yeona is screaming from.  

A man jumps out of the bathroom and grabs her. She drops her case and gun. The two begin to struggle. The attic pops opens and a La Eme fire down the stairs. Nabi is shot again in her vest and falls back. Gim catches her and Johnny shoots the man in the attic. Behind them, the rest turn around and begin firing. La Eme are pouring in from the front and back doors. Johnny rushes to aid Marsha who is nabbed by the man still.  

A punch in the face, pulled back by the clothes, to have more blows to the face, the man drops to the floor. He picks up Marsha's gun and case to hand back to her. Nabi and Gim take out the other men in the bedroom straight above the stairs. The master bedroom door was shut and barricaded by furniture. 

Gim: Yeona! 

Gim shakes the door handle and begins pounding on it.  

Gim: Let me in! Let me in! 

Nabi: What should we do? 

Marsha: I have an idea. We will just knock it down, with some help. 

Marsha opens her case and pulls out flask with a corrosive symbol on it.  

Marsha: Something I requested.  

She opens it to pour all over the door, and mostly the lock. She hands her case to one of the men and they all line up holding the case as best possible. Together, they ram the door open! After the corrosive acid had dispersed, and they knocked over the furniture within the room by a human battering ram, the La Eme in the room drop to the ground fast and everyone in the room just held their arms up. 

Gim: Yeona! 

He rushes to his wife.  

Marsha: When did your contractions begin?  

Marsha removes her jacket. Two of the men re scope the house to find a bomb has been armed and rush back.  

Yeona: An hour? Maybe 30 minutes! I don’t know! Ahhg! 

Marsha: Gim, remove her pants! 

She throws a blanket over her body and looks at her beneath it.  

Marsha: She’s only half way dilated. The baby's not coming yet! 

Gim: How long do we have? 

Marsha: I don’t know. 10 minutes. 10 hours. It varies. 

A Kkangpae man rushes in 

Kkangpae: Quick! We need to get out of here! They armed a bomb! 

Gim: Okay! I got you. 

Gim picks up his wife and Marsha tucks the blanket around her legs. They rush downstairs. Nabi and the guys are firing at some of the men.  

Scene 5 – getting away 

• They got Yeona. Now, to escape the La Eme. 

Nabi: Fuck! I can’t get them and I'm almost out of bullets. 

Alarms and sirens could be heard.  

Nabi: Sabancha! 

Marsha: There is only one firetruck for this area and the second one from the next stations will be here within a minute or two after. Next police and ambulance! I should have been on call today. We can expect Rex, but if were lucky, maybe my friend Trent. An ambulance would be great! 

Kkangpae: We need to get out of here, now! The bomb! 

Johnny: I have an idea. But, we have to be quick. 

Johnny looks at Gim.  

Johnny: Are you ready to run? 

He nods. Johnny pulls out another grenade and pulls the pin. It is tossed toward a car off to the right where most of the men were. They all scream and duck.  

Nabi rushes out first and fires with the men right behind her as back up. The bomb explodes! They duck slightly and begin rushing towards a parked mini van in the street. Gim rushes out with Johnny and Marsha right behind.  

The van is busted into and hot wired by Nabi. They all pile in and make it as best comfortable for Yeona as possible. The sabancha (firetruck) passes by them and some of the La Eme are blocked by it sliding to their side to a stop.  

Boom! 

The house exploded behind them.  

Marsha: Turn right up here! And go left at the exit of this road before the shopping complex! Try to stop the ambulance. It should be coming up this road! 

A cop car passes by them and slams on his breaks. Another comes out of the intersection behind them and drifts through it to follow. The stopped one drives off toward the house they left.  

Marsha: Uh oh. 

Johnny: Don’t worry, he’s on our side! Not corrupt, but our mechanics did great at making a phony copy of their cars. 

Johnny makes a phone call to the cop car and tells them to stop the ambulance up ahead. It rushes forward and 180s blocking half the intersection.  

Nabi: Hold on!” 

Nabi 180s the van for the other half of the intersection. Gim and Marsha hold onto Yeona and Johnny holds Marsha while someone else holds Gim. The mini van nearly flips over and everyone rushes to one side to keep it from doing so.  

The ambulance stops. Marsha looks and sees Trent looking out the front window between the seats. 

Marsha: Trent! 

Marsha gets out with everyone and they hijack the ambulance, leaving Trent in it. She hands the others everything for burns and bullets to the two paramedics 

Marsha: Go! The place exploded! This is all you will need and the other ambulance should be there soon! Go! 

She smacks the interior of the ambulance multiple times and the doors are shut as they drive off.  

Trent: Wait a minute? Marsha? 

A gun is pointed at him and he raises his hand by his face with open palms.  

Trent: Whoa! Cool man! I'm cool! I know her! My job is to help people medically. I ain’t no cop! 

The gun is lowered.  

Trent: Marsha! 

He grabs her and hugs her in relief.   

Trent: What a relief! I heard what happened yesterday. Well, sort of. What happened? Better yet, what did you do to your hair? 

Yeona: Ahhhggg! 

Yeona shouts and begins doing  Lamaze breathing. 

Trent: Right! Later! We have a lady with a baby to tend to! 

Trent looks at the woman in labor. Marsha checks to see how dilated she is. 

Marsha: Just a little halfway dilated. I say maybe an hour or two still. 

Marsha shouts and begins prepping herself as Trent does the area.  

Gim is holding his wife's hand and crouched beside her face petting it slowly.  

Gim: Don’t worry. We’re all alright. You’re safe now. That will never happen again. I will get back at them. All of them! 

Trent: Hit that button there! 

Trent points for Nabi with rubber gloves on. She listens and the sirens turn off.  

Scene 6 – Miracle of life 

• The escape and get to Mr. Seung's club in time for Yeona to have her baby on stage. A Jopok shows up and agrees to join with the Kkangpae to take put Federico and all the La Eme. 

Yeona: Ahhgg! 

Yeona is in heavy labor contractions.  

They arrive at Mr. Seung’s club and the stage has been prepped with a roll away bed, lots of towels, and warm water. They carry her inside and fluids are administered to her through and IV when she has a break between contractions. 

Marsha: There getting closer together, but it’s still not time.  

Marsha checks the dilation. The club is empty and the restaurant was closed. Mr. Seung gets up from a table and walks back stage. He closes the curtain. 

Marsha: Everyone gone! Who is not family or medical! 

Mr. Seung returns to his table to drink with his fellow followers. An hour goes by and everyone is anxious.  

Kkangpae: Mr. Seung! 

A man rushes in and bows. He takes a seat across the table from him.  

Kkangpae: The La Eme. They attacked the Jopok! Thinking they were us. In fact… 

He stands up and runs to the front door entrance and opens the door.  

Kkangpae: One of their men has come seeking our assistance. Said he knows Johnny! 

Johnny: Yes. 

Johnny stands.  

Johnny: He helped us escape, yesterday. But, I turned a blind eye to his sweat shop! 

Mr. Seung: Hmm… 

Mr. Seung closes his eyes and places his fingers points against one another with his elbows on the table. The man is guided down the stairs to across the table from Mr. Seung.  

Mr. Seung: An Ancient Proverb comes to mind. The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend.  

He opens his eyes.  

Yeona: Ahhgg! 

The Jopok looks around in panic. 

Kkangpae: Baby! Don’t worry over it.  

Mr. Seung: You will have our aid. But, only in one guaranteed outcome. 

Mr. Seung leans forward with his hands on the edge of the table.  

Mr. Seung: Eradicate the entire La Eme! Make them vamanos! Federico Almenta messed with my family. My unborn grandson! If I had the strength to do so, I would slit his throat myself! 

The two men bow in agreement.  

Jopok: I know where his primary residence is. I say we ambush him there. A loft on the edge of the industrial section where he and I do business out of. But, I need to relocate. We can meet up there. Say mid week at… 

Mr. Seung: Dawn! War is always brought down at dawn! My people will be there at midnight. Now go! We have nothing left to say. 

Mr. Seung folds his hands and rests his head on them with the elbows on the table as he closes his eyes. The Jopok man was escorted out of the place. 

Marsha: It's crowning! Trent, be ready! Gim, keep comforting her. Push Yeona! Push! Mom, keep coaching her! Push! Come on! Stage 1 down, two to do! Push! Push!” 

Yeona: Ahhhggg! 

Yeona pushes and the sound of a baby can be heard.  

Yeona: ooo! Uh! 

Marsha: You did it! 

Marsha is holding baby Seung in her arms. She begins to clean it off.  

Marsha: Trent! 

Trent: Yes! I know what to do! 

Trent sits and waits for the afterbirth. He quickly catches the placenta and runs off.  Into a container he placed it and men took to the alley to be dry iced! 

Trent: Dad. Would you like to cut them umbilical cord? 

Trent hands scissors to Gim. Marsha holds the baby. The cord is cut and Gim is smiling.  

Marsha: Good! Just let me clean him up some more. 

Marsha hands the baby to Yeona who is crying within her mom's arms.  

Marsha: Stage three over and that’s that. When you’re ready, we can clean you up and get you out of here. 

The baby stops crying and Marsha watches in aw over the happy family. She flinches when a hand touches her shoulder. Looking up to the side Johnny kisses her. He begins to hug her and she moves away.  

Marsha: I'm covered in birth! Hold on. 

She undoes her scrubs, removes gloves, a face mask, and returns back into her suit. After she hugs Johnny and he picks her up to spin her around. Everyone returns to the mansion cabin in the mountains. 

Scene 7 – decellularization 

• Marsha begins the decellularization process of the spinach leaves for Mr. Seung’s procedure. She is also informed that Trent has been captured by the La Eme and shown photos of him being tortured. 

The next morning Marsh begins preparations for the spinach leaves. A couple hundred IVs, jars, and trays had been prepped for the decellularization process.  

Johnny sits and watches her suited up in scrubs, mask, and gloves. Plus, curiosity. Everything is set up and special fluids are starting the process. 

Johnny: What happens now? 

Marsha: We wait. I started the decellularization process. I need to remove all the plant from each leaf until only the frame work is left. Mainly, skin and veins. They will be transparent when they are ready. I don’t need to tend to them for some time. Even then, mostly just refilling fluids is necessary. I have it set up so these leaves are being dropped through for the process. It then falls onto these trays below where more are being slightly shook for the same process and what falls around in the buckets around will need emptying and the bags above with the fluids changed out. As for the ones in the jars, I will move into new jars each day. These bags should fine till morning and the buckets shouldn’t over fill. 

She grabs Johnny around the waist.  

Marsha: I’m all yours until then. 

That evening everyone celebrated. Yeona did not drink and the music was kept low for the baby to join in. 

Each day, Marsha checked on the spinach leaves. Every time they became less and less green. Late Tuesday afternoon she was brought a bullet proof vest and another suit being a bit baggy than her previous to wear over it.  

Marsha: I'm going on this? Isn’t it a bit dangerous? 

An envelope was handed to her. Photos of Trent were inside. Some with Dr. Rex Kleen. He is being tortured.  

Marsha: No! This is my fault! 

Johnny: This was delivered to your apartment. With any luck, he didn’t mention your new look, but he did admit to seeing you the day we ambushed them to save Yeona. Don’t worry, we'll get him out, but… 

Marsha: There’s something in him? Right here! 

She points at a photo and drops the rest. 

Johnny: Yeah…  

Johnny closes his eyes.  

Johnny: It’s a bomb or time release capsule. Possibly filled with chemicals to kill him. I don’t want you going. 

Gim: Nobody does, but he helped my son come into this world. He endured this torture on behalf of us and deserves rescue. You’re the only surgeon we have and if he is removed with it still in him, they may activate it. 

Marsha: I'm no bomb expert! But…he's my friend. I must help him! It’s all my fault. 

Nabi: You only have to remove it. If were lucky, we will find the trigger and deactivate it. If not...toss it inside your case and run. 

Marsha leaves instructions to a nurse and had shown her how to cater to the spinach's decellularization process. Seeing as she was not going to be there the next morning, she worried. For herself, Johnny, Gim, Mr. Seung, his people, her friend, and whatever else she may encounter. They all made there way to the meet up point to discuss and finish preparations for the task at hand.  

Scene 8 – Plan 

• They meet up with the Jopok to go over their plan to infiltrate Almenta tower and stop Federico once and for all while also rescuing Trent.  

They meet up with the Jopok. 

Inside their facility, all the sewing machines and people were gone. Instead, many blueprints, maps, weapons, and other gear were inside.  

Jopok: Going in from the ground floor will take time. But, we will attack with a chopper from above to help push Federico down to the middle floors somewhere. Men are already stationed nearby in the surrounding areas to keep watch of a surprise escape. Zip lines, parachuting, air crafts anything he may do to try and escape. We have women in there undercover. Seems to be a birthday of some sort going on and we sent them on behalf of us as a reasoning method to show we are not Mr. Seung’s people. I'm sure when the attacks are called in from the ground floor, the elevators will be shut down. Grappling up the stair wells will be the fastest way in, but we will not know until we are in. We do know Federico had a personal elevator on a separate power system that leads to the garage. But, it’s also bomb proof and we think that will be his route of escape. A team will clear and hold the garage for his arrival there. The schematics of the building shows the elevator stops on a few floors. Their club, pool, spa, gym, restaurant, and what we believe to be his mothers room or for other family to stay in. We have a team attempting to take over the security and another to the power if it gets cut. We may not get it back on, but the elevators will be our target. With luck, the sun will rise on time and night vision will not be needed. As for your friend… there are labs, cells, and miscellaneous on the middle floors. Where exactly, we don’t know. But, as soon as the security is taken over we will find him on the cameras. 

Section 12 

Scene 1 – Quick  

• They infiltrate Almenta tower  

Gim: Are you ready? 

They all nod and exit a van. Shots could be heard coming from inside a tall building. Inside they walk in to find many people dead by bullets. They head directly to the elevator and proceed up. A quarter of the way, power was shut down.  

On a walkie Jopok speak to them and through radios. 

Jopok: There is a team heading to the power room. Security for the bottom quarter of the building had been manned. You may he able to crawl up to the next floor out of the elevator. They haven’t cut power there yet. Must be controlled somewhere on that floor, along with security. Federico is still in his loft near the top floors. Your friend must be somewhere in the 3rd section of the building. 

Left and right throughout the building from the ground up people were shooting one another. Inside the elevator they manage to open the escape hatch. Everyone takes cover against the sides. Gun fire was sent from the floor above by La Eme.  

Boom! 

Some floors below the helicopter pad above an explosion was heard.  

Jopok: Federico is on the move. We have a bug on him. To his private elevator he is running. If you hurry, you may be able cut him off. 

Johnny: I have something. Get ready to move and cover fast. 

Johnny throws a flash grenade. Nabi is lifted out with her eyes closed. As one of the assailants falls out the opening into the elevator shaft. Everyone climbs out fast. They grapple up and take out the blinded La Eme in the hall. They open the stairwell and shut the door fast to an explosion occurring within it.  

Gim: Where should we go? The stairs were just blown out going up? 

Gim asks over the radio.  

Jopok: Head to the door at the end of the hall on your left. This is the private living space for his mother. You may be able to intercept the elevator if you can call it in time. I say, less than 2 minutes it will pass by. Our team has begun their decent from above and some are trying to make it to the other floors it stops at, but most likely won’t in time. 

Everyone is rushing and they shoot open the door. Inside was empty, to their luck. The elevator was called and everyone prepped for an ambush.  

Ding 

The elevator doors open and it’s empty. 

Gim: Fuck! 

Gim punches the wall.  

Gim: It was empty! Where is he?” 

Jopok: Looks like he got off a few floors above. I suggest heading back to the other elevator shaft and climbing up that way. It may be a trap to lure you up this way. Before you leave, push a couch in their to prevent the door from closing. It won’t be able to move and it will give us time to shut down the power to it. 

Scene 2 – Goodbye Rex 

• Marsha is snatched into a room. To face Rex. Rex dies. 

The room goes dark.  

Jopok: Looks like they cut power to the 2nd section and the 3rd. Stay put. We are almost up to your area from the other stair well. It looks like a service elevator has be activated with our teams. The chopper is going to bring you a case of flares and night vision goggles. Along with weapons equipped with flashlight on them. There are no windows for many of the rooms in the 3rd section. 

They shoot out the windows and shortly after cases are tosses in. Everyone re equips themselves. 

Gim: Shoot out all the windows above! My team will grapple up. 

Johnny grabs Marsha and takes her up with him. They all dive into the 3rd section when the service elevator opened pouring out assistance for them.  

Half the team proceeds down the hall and up stairs following the guide of the man on the radio.  

The other half searches all the rooms looking for Trent. Marsha was behind Johnny and a metal wall opens up fast. Someone grabs her. It shuts fast with no way to open it. Marsha struggles and is tossed to the ground. A lantern lights up in front of her face blinding her. 

Rex: Viola, is it? Shame, I was expecting a dear friend of mine. I want you to meet my other friend. 

He turns on more lights. Trent is panicking and suffering from pain.  

Rex: I can’t find any records on you. No degrees, no social medias, no cars. Almost as if you just appeared out of nowhere. 

He moves the lamp while getting close to Marsha and she is trying to focus from dots in her visions.  

Rex: My! You are a pretty thing. Strange, you seem like… 

She pushes him back and attempts to run. A scalpel is stabbed into the back of her leg and she falls to the ground. She begins to turn around and is kicked over.  

Rex: Don’t even try. You will not leave this room without my choosing. Of course, you’re a bit feisty. Not my type. I may not have any use for you. 

She looks at Trent who is watching her. Rex turns around and then looks back at Marsha.  

Tex: You seem rather emotional towards this human. Do you know each other? 

He grabs her by her clothes and pulls her up some as he crouches over her.  

Rex: You were there the other day. You were described in the attack. But… 

He looks back at Trent.  

Rex: You said that Marsha was in the ambulance with you. 

He slowly turns his face back to Marsha. She had her hand on the scalpel in the back of her leg. She screams as he looks back at her and removes the scalpel.  

Before he could react, it was lodged into his neck. Gasping for air with blood spewing out he attempts to reach for gauze on a table. Marsha pushes him out of the way and he falls to the ground holding his neck near the knife. He tries to scream and can’t.  

Marsha: Here, let me help you with that. I’m a surgeon and you taught me so much.  

Marsha pulls out the scalpel and more blood begins to drench out.  

Rex: Mar…Ma…Marsha! 

He manages to speak her name. She pulls up her hair to show her sewn on wig, and combs back the bangs to show her face. His eyes widen and he leans over holding the hole in the side of his throat. He begins to crawl to the door and is kicked over. 

Marsha: Don’t even try. You will not leave this room without my choosing. Of course, you’re a bit feisty. Not my type. I have no use for you. Any professional who hurts others for gain doesn’t deserve to be called a professional. I just defended myself. Besides, I know about the bomb you put in Trent and I will save him. 

She looks down with her eyes standing up straight and tall in front of one of the lamps. Rex’s head falls to the ground fully with his body and he stops moving. She steps out of the way of the light and he is blinded by it just before he dies.  

Scene 3 – getting there 

• Trent and Marsha make their way to a surgical room so she can remove the bomb inside him. 

Trent: Bomb? Bomb! They put a fucking bomb inside me? 

Trent’s eyes are super wide and his mouth drops open. Marsha unstraps him and catches him as he falls some from pain. 

Marsha: Yeah or a capsule on a timer or release button. Either way, I’m going to save you. But… 

She looks around the room.  

Marsha: I don’t have the right stuff. I need my kit or the room he implanted it into you in. 

Trent: It’s near by. 

Trent grunges in pain and his one arm is completely dead.  

Marsha: What’s wrong with your arm? 

She throws his good one around her shoulder and helps him stand. 

Trent: Nerve block. Hey! Over there! 

They walk to a cabinet and inside are pain relief medications. Marsha grabs the nerve block and administers it around the bulge of his chest.  

Trent: Damn! It will take a moment. I hope you're strong, encase it effects my hips and legs. It seems like they put it where my gallbladder most likely used to be and moved some intestines. 

Marsha shakes her head in agreement.  

Marsha: Let me try to open the wall. 

She begins to look at the panel next to it. 

Trent: No, we have to go out the door. There will be two guards there outside. As for the rest, I'm not sure, but the surgical room is just down the hall. 

Marsha: Ok. 

Marsha takes a deep breath and grabs a gun from off the counter below the cabinets.  

Marsha: I have had some practice, but we can’t waste time for my prince charming to save us. 

Trent: Wait. 

Trent looks through the cabinets. He crushes some pills and slides as much of the powder into a syringe as possible.  

Marsha: Yes! You’re a genius Trent! 

She does the same and both inject fluids from other needles and bottles into them.  

Trent: These should put them to sleep. 

Marsha holds one in each hand with her arms cross in an X shape in front of Trent. He flicks them both. She raises them closer to her face and pushes the ends slightly to test squirt them. 

Marsha: Okay, open the door. 

Trent: On three. Wait, Viola? 

Marsha: Yeah. It wasn’t my choice. But, I dig it. 

She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. 

Trent: Cool. Call me Einstein. 

Marsha laughs. 

Marsha: Einstein? Okay. 

Trent: Yeah, I want a new name, life, cool job full of action, non 9-5 schedule, and more time with my family. We'll talk later. 1…2…3!  

Trent opens the door and Marsha stabs the man to the left with her right hand fast and the one to the right after with her left. Both men aim their weapons and slowly faint. The two surgeons high five over their success. The power restores to the hallway as the lights flicker some. They hear an explosion and hurry to the surgical room.  

Section 12 

• Johnny is searching frantically for Marsha. Gim is following a tracker placed upon Federico to find him led to a dead end. Marsha and Trent make it to the surgical room.  

Scene 1 – so much 

Johnny is searching room after room busting down door after door searching for Marsha. In a fury many are struck down by bullets he fired.  

Gim is also on the run after Federico. He corners him outside a storage room following a tracker. Kicking in the door, he is upset immediately. A fedora rested over a trash can flipped over. Slowly, he walks and picks up the hat. The bugged pen was sitting with a note saying, Hi, and a smiley face drawing flipping him off.  

Accompanying it was a bomb and Gim runs out of the room just in time to leap down the hall as it explodes.  

Gim: It was a trap! 

Gim gets on the radio for assistance. 

Jopok: Hmm, well he must be in that section somewhere. We have all the others searched and under our control. There has been a chopper trying to near and ours is doing their best to keep it away. They grabbed your surgeon. Not sure what’s going on with that. They haven’t found her yet. 

Scene 2 – Bombs and surgery  

• Marsha removes the bomb. Johnny captured. 

Trent: Okay, just do this and if something happens, tell my wife and kids I love them and I'm sorry this happened. But, let them know it was a bomb and the mafias and our boss and everything. Cause that’s a cool way to go! 

Trent tells Marsha and lays down on the operating table. In minutes he is knocked out and cut open.  

Johnny enters the medical ward of this section. Most of the rooms here were empty and offices or examine rooms. He sees the two guards laying on the ground sleeping in the hall. Smiling he looks at the needles lodged in their necks. From above, he is pounced to the ground and drops his gun. A few more drop from the ceiling and tie him up and begin to drag him. 

Federico: You’re the candy of that pretty little surgeon. You will help me get what I want and what I want is Marsha! I rather like her new look. 

Federico Alementa leans close to Johnny’s face as he is held up on his knees by two goons.  

Federico: I mean…”  

He smiles big and raises his eye brows,  

Federico: really like her new look. 

Johnny attempts to head-butt him and is pulled back by his hair.  

Federico: Oh, and to begin my revenge on all Asian groups… 

He stands up and turns around. He holds his arm straight out and moves it from left to right in a big swinging gesture with his palm open,  

Federico: No! Any group not La Eme! 

He looks back over his shoulder to Johnny,  

Federico: You will get to be at Marsha’s and I's honeymoon…  

He chuckles sinisterly and begins to walk down the hall. Johnny attempts to leap forth with no luck and is knocked out on the back of the head. They drag him by the arms with his feet sliding across the ground. Federico makes a stop at a room and grabs a remote control.  

Marsha is moving and clamping Trent’s body as best possible on her own. She thinks she can remove the bomb with no trouble and manages to do so. Carefully, she sets it on the table. She no longer has her case to throw it in to explode safely.  

With a sigh of relief, she rubs the back of her wrist over her forehead to remove sweat and brushes blood across it. Her button up shirt is covered in blood; a combination of Trent’s and Rex's.  

Gim makes his way to where Marsha was snatched. He picks up her medical kit. Along his chase, he also acquired key cards to open some of the doors. Opening the metal wall, he makes his way in to find the dead Dr. Rex Kleen.  

Exiting the room, he finds the two guards passed out still and rushes to Johnny’s gun. He picks it up and places it between his belt and tucked in shirt. His guns are within their holsters and he is carrying one of the automatic rifles dropped off to him earlier. Unknown of where to go, he begins his search room by room.  

Scene 3 – winner vs loser  

• Marsha manages to be the winner using her skills and knowledge as a surgeon. Federico lost! 

Marsha is stitching Trent up. Nothing internally was ruptured, punctured, or injured. The room is busted into and shots are made around the room. Some of the bulbs explode and the lighting begins to flicker.  

Federico: Oh! I was expecting someone else. Oh, wait! Marsha… 

Federico begins walking close to the table as she stared at him with a disgusted look. He looks at the bomb on the table.  

Federico: You look rather lovely. You’re in luck! Arrangements have been made for us to be betrothed! 

He walks around the table and throws and arm around her with their cheeks touching.  

Federico: Honeymoon at my Villa in El Mezquitla Tamaulipas, Mexico! 

He grabs her shoulders and shakes her side to side.  

Federico: It will be perfect! Our children will be beautiful and smart. 

She pushes him away. He tries to brush off blood from his clothes.  

Federico: Who cares about this suit. I will just have it remade. Oh, you have not come to acceptance? 

He walks around the table and grabs a clean towel. One of his goons is aiming a gun at her as she backs into a table. Federico picks up the bomb and holds it in one hand. With the other he reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out the remote to detonate it.  

Federico: You of course know this is a bomb. 

The man with the gun flinches some and looks briefly at it and back at Marsha.  

Federico: You can either take my glorious offer. Or…die! 

Marsha: What about my friend? How do I know the building isn’t under our control and everyone will be here soon? I know you wouldn’t kill yourself. 

Federico: Of course not! I'm needed here. But, I do have a little incentive. 

Federico snaps and Johnny is drug in. The door is shut behind them and he is dropped to the floor unconscious. 

Marsha: Johnny! 

She attempts to move toward him. The guns are aimed at her and she steps back; bumping into the table again.  

Federico: Nah, ah, ahh! Stay where you're at. Accept my offer, or… both of you will die together. He will live, not well, for some time and you and I will enjoy a wonderful start of a marriage. I feel once my DNA has been passed along and born, I won’t need him. Or you… 

Federico sets down the detonator and walks closer to Marsha. Using both hands, he begins to unbutton her shirt looking down it.  

She looks away in disgust and sees Gim out the window to the side of the room.  

Federico: Well, I may keep you around for sometime. I suppose 7 is lucky and as my 7th wife bearing my 7th child, I will get all the uses out of you.  

He begins to kiss her neck and his eyes are shut. She reaches behind her on the table for a syringe. The door opens and shots are made everywhere. Marsha stabs the syringe into Federico Almenta to put him to sleep fast.  

She is shot a couple times in the arm by one of the goons as he panicked fired while being shot himself. The other goon dropped his gun and crouched down covering his head pleading surrender. Gim knocked him out with the end of his gun. Marsha rushes to Johnny on the floor. 

Marsha: Johnny! 

She tries to flip him over and can’t with her shot arm. Gim rests him over her lap as she taps his face repeating his name. Slowly, his eyes open and a tear drips onto his face. He brushes one off her cheek as they both smile at one another. He kisses her and wraps an arm around her head. When he touches her arm, she flinches and backs off from pain.  

Johnny: You’re shot! He sits up fast and helps her stand. 

Marsha: I'm fine. I need to finish helping Trent. Will you help me? 

They walk to the operating table and she finishes pulling through the needle stuck within him. Johnny grabs and holds the thread for her. 

Marsha: You've been watching me. 

She smiles at him. Gim begins flagging down Nabi and everyone else.  

Johnny: It’s hard to take my eyes off you.  

Johnny speaks with a smiles wiping blood off her face with a cloth. Trent is finished being sewn up. 

Marsha: He will be awake within an hour.  

Marsha turns off the anesthetic and grabs some syringes. To numb his pain upon waking. Another is used on her arm. She pops out the bullets and sews herself up with Johnny’s help as everyone watches.  

Nabi walks over and shows her arm,  

Nabi: We're almost twins. Guess I can’t ask for a massage after this. I’m so sore from all the bullets I’ve taken into the vest. Guess we’ll need a spa trip instead. 

She winks at Marsha who numbs her and stitches her up. Medical care is provided as best possible with the help of Johnny and Gim for relocating some bones.  

Gim: Is he dead?”  

Gim kicks Federico Almenta on the floor.  

Marsha: No. He'll be awake in 12 hours. He's all yours. 

Johnny and her walk out of the room holding one another. Trent has been moved onto a stretcher and the chopper has set a plank for them to board easily into.  

Gim: No. He's my father's. 

Gim grabs his wrists and someone else grabs his ankles. The second they board the chopper they just drop him on the ground. Everyone puts their feet on him like a coffee table.  

They let the Jopok have control of the La Eme Tower and return to the mansion cabin in the mountains.  

Scene 4 – good as new 

• Marsha finishes her process and performs the surgery to aid Mr. Seung. 

The next day everyone rests. Friday, Marsha prepped the placenta for useable cells. Saturday all the spinach leaves had completed decellularization and she began the process for the growth of tissue. This took another two weeks.  

During this time, Federico was held captive far below the home’s basement. Forced to watch and read articles of his La Eme's demise, while being maintained just enough to stay alive. When the tissues had fully developed on the spinach scaffolding, a day was spent sending fluids through each one to test the best. When this was determined, blood was sent through them.  

Marsha: Okay! I'm ready for him. 

Marsha sedated Mr. Seung and begins her operation. Trent assisted her. A couple other medical assistants were also present.  

Using the spinach leaves, she stacked them together to create the appropriate tissues and pieces of a pigs heart. Cutting out the ruined ones inside Mr. Seung, she replaced them with the new ones. Hours passed and Marsha had a slight hint of doubt.  

Exiting the operating room, she sighs.  

Johnny rushes up to her and places a hand on her shoulder and raises her chin with another.  

Johnny: You did great! 

He licks his lips. Mr. Seung awakes. Days pass and he is feeling great. No oxygen, just some soreness. Everyone is happy, proud for everyone, and themselves. Working together through everything made them close. 

Scene 5 – The end! 

• The end 

Ring! 

Mr. Seung: Mr. Seung! 

He answers full of energy.  

Mr. Seung: Oh. One moment.  

He mutes the phone to speak across the table to Marsha. 

Mr. Seung: Some high roller, not related to any crimes or organizations, I guess real estate and stocks, said his daughter has some sort of bone infection? Would you be able to help? He is willing to pay. The hospitals have all told him to give up. 

Marsha: I'll need wood. All sorts and ask him if he knows anyone about to have a baby? 

Marsha responds and sits at the table grabbing a drink.  

Marsha: I do my job and I do it well! 

She chugs the shot. 

End