Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, although I wished I owned Jesse. I do own Becca, as well as the assailants.
Member Number Four
Mark, Jesse and Rebecca were at the beach house playing Life. So far, Mark was winning.
"Come on Uncle Jesse. Your turn."
"OK, OK. No need to rush me!"
Jesse spun a 4, which landed him on Becca's travel agent spot. He groaned.
"Hehe! Come on Uncle Jesse! Pay up. That's $25,000 you owe me!"
"You have to give her credit, she hasn't nagged you before when you landed on the other space." Mark commented.
Jesse sighed, and took $25,000 and handed it to Becca.
"I have to say, you've made a drastic change in the past 2 months. You're as free-spirited and carefree as you were before the accident."
Becca looked embarrassed. The phone rang, breaking the silence. Beck, who was closest, picked it up.
On the phone, Steve responded.
"Yeah. Do you want your dad?"
"No. Just listen carefully, and tell him every word. You won't understand, but repeat everything."
"Tell my dad that the fourth member of the Crocs is on the loose. He's probably going to come to Community General, so dad should alert everyone. Did you get that?"
"Got it Mr. Sloan. I'll tell your dad now."
"Thanks Becca. Thanks more than you know. And one more thing."
"Call me Steve, please."
"Okay. By, Steve."
She hung up after telling Steve goodbye. She turned her wheelchair to face Mark and her uncle.
"Well, as you probably guessed Dr. Sloan, that was your son. He told me to tell you, 'the fourth member of the Crocs is on the loose. He's probably going to come to Community General, so dad should alert everyone.' "
Jesse looked at Mark.
"The fourth member? Mark, we'd better be on alert."
"Um, Dr. Sloan, what is the 'Crocs'?"
Mark looked at Becca.
"Oh, that's right. You weren't here. The Crocs were a notorious band of four brothers that plagued this town two years ago. One day two years ago, they robbed a local bank, and Steve was called to the scene. Once the police arrived, the Crocs got scared. While they started to run, Steve killed two of them, and arrested the third. The fourth had bolted, and the police couldn't find him. We haven't heard anything about the last member. Until today.
"So, this last guy. Is he fierce?"
"Is he? He once killed 15 men in 30 seconds with a gun that needed reloaded. This guy is one mean croc."
"Well, Jess, should we be going to Community General now?"
"I guess. Amanda's probably waiting for Rebecca."
The three cleaned up Life, and made their way to the car. Jesse picked Becca up out of her chair, and put her in the front seat. Mark took the wheelchair, folded it up, and put it in the backseat. Jesse climbed into the driver's seat Mark sat in the Back seat, and Jesse drove off to Community General. When they got there, Mark took the wheelchair out, and Jesse went to Rebecca and gingerly took her out and put her in the chair. They locked the car, and took off for Community General. In the shadows of a car, someone who had been watching took off, silently laughing. In Community General, Mark, Jesse and Rebecca got out of the elevator. Rebecca saw Amanda, and made a beeline for her, almost knocking her down.
"Whoa Beck. Watch out. We'll get going soon enough."
Beck started giggling.
Jesse walked up behind Rebecca.
"Well, Amanda, she's excited, though, you have to give her credit."
"Yeah. Well, let's go Becca."
Amanda, smiling, walked down the hall, behind Becka. They got to a room, and Amanda opened it and walked in.
"Hello James. How are you today?"
Rebecca translated it into sign language, since he was deaf. The boy in the bed smiled and signed something in sign language, which Beck translated for Amanda.
The three talked, or signed, for about the next 20 minutes. They didn't see the person sneaking up behind them. He raised a blunt object above Beck's head, and brought it down on her head. This sent her falling out of her chair, and rendered her unconscious.