Red Eye 2;
The Eventuality
It has been roughly two weeks since the Red Eye flight to Miami and Lisa Reisert hasn't changed at all. She has a newly awaked, diminutive amount of self assurance that she had gained after the calamity that occurred on the plane. Lisa found that, preceding the flight, Lisa dwelled on her nameless attacker from THAT parking lot often, any more; her mind drifts to a certain manager. The same man who had attempted to eliminate her when she dispatched the plans to assassinate Charles Keefe. It began on the plane, after he had rendered her unconscious by the sheer force of his head colliding with hers, the dreams that both terrify and concern her. One night she would dream that he was fully engaged in ending her existence, and the next night, he was doing the exact opposite. The subsequent dream is one that Lisa feared the most. She responded in a way that made her question herself.
Waking form her nap, drenched in sweat, Lisa sat up quickly in her bed and tried to calm herself down. " Jackson Rippner." She thought to herself in the silence as a chill seemed to envelope her at the mentioning of his name. Sighing, she glanced at the alarm clock sitting a few feet from her. In bright green lights, the digital numbers read 4:16 pm. With a defeated sigh, she got out of bed and went to the restroom prior to retreating into her living room. "I have to be at work in less than five hours, so, why am I up?" She questioned herself just as she located her favorite spot on her couch and flipping through a multitude of channels until she stopped. Gone with the wind was on. "Classic." She spoke aloud. Just then, a few of the things that Jackson had said to her came crashing down on her. She dismissed the memories just as quickly as they had arrived.
After the movie had finished, Lisa looked at the clock to see that the displayed time on her clock said 6:42 pm. "Geese! " Lisa squealed. She quickly got up and made her way to the shower. Once she had finished that she dried off, got dressed put on some make up and was out of the door. She arrived at the Lux Atlantic hotel with seven minutes to spare. She entered the building and said her good mornings' to co-workers and smiled kindly to the guests in the lobby on her way to clock in. The day had carried on with its predictable, uneventful pattern as usual and Lisa cherished the normality of it all.
**** At the Miami Police Department****
Jackson was lying on a mat the he figured was suppose to pass for some sort of bed with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, he didn't sleep much lately, his mind seemed to race with thoughts about Lisa, his company and escaping. Any day now the company that employed Jackson would help him escape this archaic holding center. The simplicity of everything was astonishing to Jackson, even now. His thoughts were interrupted when a police officer came to the cell that Jackson was in and began to speak. "Get up Rippner. You're being moved. ""At this late hour officer? What could be the motive behind that I wonder?" Jackson responded mockingly as he proceeded to stand up and head for the door. He smirked at the officer, who only rolled his eyes in frustration while he unlocked the door to Jackson's cell. "Where will I be going officer? "" Where all of the other little terrorists go, Guantanamo Bay." The officer spoke coldly. "Is there no back up? Can you really be the only person they sent to "escort" me to the shiny black armored Escalade?" "There are two more officers outside. Don't worry; you'll have plenty of company on the ride to the ferry." The officer let out a chuckle that he clearly didn't even try to cover up. Jackson only smirked.
The officer aggressively took hold of Jackson's faded orange shirt and shoved him down the hallway before quickly following Jackson. It was a quiet, three minute walk to the back door of the Miami Police Department, only the sound of their shoes moving across the floor could be heard. The officer unclipped a large key chain from his belt and located the one for this door and took his time, starring at Jackson with a smug grin on his face. A moment later, key in hand, the officer opened the door and made Jackson walk out first. The officer had barely taken three steps outside when he noticed the dead officers on the ground lying in their own pools of blood. He attempted to speak, but when he found that only sounds were escaping his wide open mouth, he turned to look at Jackson before a bullet quietly passed through his skull and his body fell to the ground.
A moment Later, Jackson's attention turned from the deceased officer in front of him, to a black suit case that slid across the pavement from a dark corner. He looked back at the officer one more time before bending over and grabbing the keys attached to his belt and freed himself from his cuffs. Jackson walked over to the suit case and picked it up. Upon opening it, Jackson found a change of clothes, an envelope containing some money, a remote start key chain, a gun with silencer equipped and a note that read;
Mr. Rippner,
Please report back to the company with all haste to assess the Keefe situation.
Jackson read the unsigned note one more time before looking back at the suit case and picked up the key chain and pressed the ' START' button. After pressing that button, the lights in a silver BMW in the parking lot lit up and he walked over to it, got in and quickly sped off into the war Miami night, only moments before an alarm had sounded. Jackson drove until he found a cheap hotel he assumed would keep him hidden until tomorrow morning at least. Jackson parked the car in the back and changed from his jail attire to a classic black suit. After paying for his room Jackson walked in, set what few belongings he had down and fell backwards on the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.