(Friendly reminder, Earth 2 has a different continuity than all of our Earth 1 threads.—tmw.)
Martin Stovall was in his den, trying to get some work done.
Since retiring as Mayor of Moon Lake after his daughter Julie had been indicted and found guilty on two counts of violating Statute 1A when she tried to change Eric Anderson into a were-merman against his will, Martin had been concentrating on his portfolio, helping his wife Melissa with her computer company (Stovall Systems) whenever he could, being the new were-mer representative on the Elders Council, and now experiencing the joys of being a father again since Melissa bestowed upon them twins.
Yet it was his kids that were most on his mind right now.
Part of him still wondered where he had gone wrong raising Julie, and was determined not to make the same mistakes again.
Granted, he wasn't always the best of husbands at the time either, but that was another matter Martin was trying to make amends for too.
Melissa had forgiven him long ago, which was part of the reason they had the wild make up sex that led to them becoming parents again, but could he ever forgive himself?
Knowing it had been awhile since he checked on her, Martin put down his work and went upstairs to check on his family.
In the master bedroom, he found his wife Melissa sitting up in bed. She was topless, with their daughter Dawn having a late breakfast.
Martin just leaned against the open door frame and stared at the beautiful, natural sight.
I am SO lucky!
Then a noise distracted both adults as Dawn continued to nurse.
"Sounds like her brother's awake again," observed Melissa.
"Do you have room for two or..."
"He's already been here once. Thankfully there's still a couple of bottles in the fridge I pre-filled," replied his wife, referring to the breast pump Martin helped her with before they went to bed last night.
"Then it's time for a little male bonding," Martin said with a smile, as he went to his son, laying in his crib.
MEANWHILE...
Sheriff Douglas Cooper couldn't help it, and yawned in the middle of the staff meeting he had called for this morning.
"You okay Chief?" asked one of his deputies.
"Long stretch, for all of us," was Cooper's only remark on the subject, wishing he could get another cup of coffee. "But I'll make sure all of us get some time off once Fredrick Parker is out of our jurisdiction."
"When's that supposed to be?" another deputy asked.
"Officially, later this evening. Unofficially, about a half hour from now," replied Cooper. "I need three teams, two officers each, in unmarked vehicles. We're heading to the hospital and rendezvousing with the FBI there. The FEDS will be transporting Parker low key in a nondescript supply van, like the kind that's in and out of Moon Lake General all the time. Once he's out of here, we'll stage a more public transfer in case there's another assassination attempt on him."
BUT WHAT NO ONE at the Sheriff's Office knew was that there already was another assassin attempt underway against the reputed mobster!
Dressed as just another on duty nurse at work, the female assassin made her way down the corridor towards her target. She looked into patient rooms as she walked, acting like any other concerned nurse, but was secretly checking for hidden officers or something that might either intentionally or accidentally screw up her plan.
All I have to do is just get into Parker's room, inject an air bubble into his IV tube unobserved, and get out before the bubble reaches his heart and Parker dies from natural causes, she thought.
She was one of the best hit men (a term she definitely wanted updated) the mob had.
They were afraid that now that the chips were against him, Parker would turn stoolie and rat everyone out. Something she was there to prevent.
She was now just a couple of doors away from his room. The guard in front of it had already noticed her, but simply acknowledged her presence as that of just another nurse, just like she planned.
Now all she had to do was get inside the room and carry out her plan.