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"Where are you going? Is there something I can help you with?" It was the woman who had shown us to our rooms.
"Hello, Ms... I'm sorry. I don't know your name," Cassie said.
"I'm Katrin. How may I help you?"
"I want to see my husband. He was brought here for medical care. Please direct us to the medical facility."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dickenson. Only medical staff is allowed in that area."
I stepped up beside Cassie. "My boyfriend was also brought here for care. I've been given no information about his condition. I demand to see him."
"I'm sorry. That's not possible. Please return to your rooms or enjoy our lovely patio." Katrin motioned to a screened patio off the living room.
Apparently even Gracie Layne found this strange. She stepped up between Cassie and me. I came here with Dr. Mark Wainwright. I need to speak with him immediately."
"I will send him a message," she said.
"Where are the phones and computers we brought with us?" I asked.
"I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that. Perhaps you left them on the plane," the woman said.
"Perhaps we did," Cassie said. "Have someone take us back to the airstrip so we can check."
"Have a seat on the screened patio," she said. "I'll see what I can do."
There was a small cabinet in the living room which held pitchers of fruit juices, glasses, and water. We filled glasses and found seats on the patio. "What do you guys think is going on here?" Gracie Layne asked.
"I'm not sure, but there is definitely something off about this," I said. "I'm getting really worried about Chance."
Before we could say anything more, two men appeared. They were dressed in tan khakis and t-shirts. One of them had tattoos covering his forearms from his wrist to where his arms disappeared under his t-shirt sleeve.
"Come with us," the one without obvious tattoos said. He led the way and the other man followed along behind Gracie Layne. After a few turns, we stopped at a set of double doors with a palm scanner on the side. Tattoo guy put his palm on the scanner and led us into what looked like a modern hospital hallway except for the fact that there were no people.
He opened a door and led us into a small conference room. "Sit."
"I want to see Chance Munroe," I said. "Please take me to his room."
"Sit. Someone will be in to talk to you."
"I want to see my husband and speak with Dr. Wainwright," Cassie said, heading back toward the door we'd just entered. Tattoo guy grabbed her arm. "Sit."
I looked at my watch. The man without tattoos left the room while Tattoo guy stood beside the door looking very military and very formidable. "I'll give them five minutes," I said. I stood up and walked around the room. There was a large video screen mounted on one wall, a pitcher of water and paper cups on a credenza, and a phone.
I made several circuits of the room with the guard with no tattoos glaring at me, but he didn't say anything or try to stop me.
The door opened and Tattoo walked in followed by another man wearing a white lab coat. "Hello. I'm Dr. Braun. Please introduce yourselves."
We looked at each other but none of us spoke.
"I understand that you're angry at the moment. So be it. Mrs. Dickenson and Ms. Everly Mason, you two ladies are quite unique. From studying your files, I believe that was true even before you received some amazing wilderness medical care."
"I want to see my husband," Cassie said.
"In due time," he said. "Mr. Dickenson and Mr. Munroe are fine, but it is necessary that we keep them isolated for the time being."
"Where's Dr. Wainwright? Can we speak with him?" I asked.
"Dr. Wainwright is assisting me. I doubt he'll have time to talk with you."
"Since we arrived in... oh wait, where are we again?" Cassie asked.
Dr. Braun just smiled and said nothing.
"Since we got here," she started again, "our phones and laptops have been taken from us. We'd like our property returned as soon as possible. Stealing from guests isn't going to get you a good review online."
"Please enjoy the facilities and don't cause any problems for the staff. We'll talk again in the morning."
He walked out without another word.
"What the fudge is going on?" I asked. "Gracie Layne, I need..." I realized that Tattoo and the one I decided to call Blank were watching our exchange intently. "I need to borrow some clothes. Let's go see what you packed."