I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

quit on me.”

“Let him go,” Alcott sneered. “He’s gone. You killed him.”

“Shut up,” General Higgins roared, drawing his sidearm and pointing it at Alcott. “One more word.”

“Stop compressions,” Rachel said breathlessly. She looked at the monitor. A blip, then another. “Sinus tachycardia. He’s back.”

Without hesitation, she grabbed the atropine and pushed continue reading …