Tyler Abrams -Head of Security

The expensive looking cards are made of paper thin black polymer embossed in gold:

Tyler Abrams - Head of Security, Aria General Hospital.

“Oh Shit!” Moans Samantha. She didn’t usually swear but the implications of her assailant’s position are impossible to ignore. She just beat up the Head of Security. Who will believe her story, especially now that she left him twitching on the floor and jimmied the elevator to get away? On the other hand, would anyone have believed her even if she had been found covered in his cum and crying at the nurse’s station? She doubts it.

Suddenly she feels the elevator start to move, the motion is smooth but she can sense the acceleration as the car drops. She takes the time to tuck her shirt neatly into the belted trousers and roll up the cuffs so they no longer drag on the floor. She looks almost respectable except for her shoeless feet and the way her braless breasts jiggle under the shirt. The car slows and she hears the ‘ding’ announcing her arrival on floor 038-D. The the elevator doors open and a tired looking orderly steps into the chamber punching 122-S into the keypad. He glances at her again this time taking in her curves and pretty face.

“Hi there.” He says with a smile. “I guess I should call security more often, I might have met you sooner.” Did all men become blathering idiots when they found themselves face to face with a pretty woman? Then again when she remembers her reflection in the elevator doors she wonders if she is being unfair.

“Could you help me?” She asks sweetly and is hopeful when she sees his immediate attentiveness. “I’m new here, and I can’t remember where the patient’s belongings are stored. In fact,” she shrugs her shoulders unconsciously lifting her breasts tantalizingly “I can’t even remember where the security offices are located…”

“And your link is down.” The man finishes for her, nodding in sympathy. “Mine went out last year and I thought I’d never get reconnected.” Samantha smiles not knowing what to say, but she finds that the smile works just fine.

“Let me help you.” He adds and for a second his eyes become unfocused. “The security offices are on floor twenty-six both B and D wings, patient’s belongings are …” he pauses “…what’s the patient’s name?” He asks.

“That’s just it,” Samantha tells the orderly remembering the Doctor’s words from earlier “she is unidentified, no chip, they put into a room on floor 145.” She notices the puzzled look on the orderly's face and continues quickly before he asks any awkward questions. “You’ve been so helpful, I hate to have to go back to my boss and tell him I got lost.” She touches him on his arm giving him a quick squeeze along with another smile.

“No problem, uh,” He pauses waiting for her name.

“Rhiain” Samantha provides the first name that pops into her head “Rhiain Higgins.”

“Cool, no problem Rhiain, I’m Thern Killgan.” He tells her, “and your Jane Doe’s possessions are in a locker in the basement storage units.” As he speaks the elevator stops moving again. “This is my floor…” he pauses in the doorway clearly hoping for some reason to stay.

“Thanks again Thern.” Samantha tells him sweetly. “Maybe I’ll look you up once my link is up.” His face lights up as the doors close between them. That went better than she could have hoped for. Security is on 26 B or D and her belongings are in a locker in the basement.

Samantha pushes a random floor number and while the elevator begins to move she considers her options. She could just run, get out the hospital while it was still night time, but with only the few possessions in her pockets, how far could she get? Who will believe her story if she tries to explain she is Samantha Baxter from Earth. If she had her possessions she could at least back up her claims with the cell phone, watch and other items. To get those she has to head for the basement. Of course her only chance to prove she acted in self-defense is the video camera in her room, what are the chances that anything filmed by that camera would still be available after the Mr. Abrams got to it?