It was 3:28 in the morning, at least that's what the clock said. Looking around the room, nothing was out of place or even suspicious but that feeling in the pit of my stomach wouldn't go away. And I learned a long time ago to trust it. Slipping my arm under my pillow I grabbed the handle of my .9mm and pulled it out as I sat up. I made sure the silencer was in place before I began making my way to the bathroom. As I neared the bathroom, I noticed a shadow of feet outside my door. I backed in the darkest corner in the room and waited. In a matter of seconds, a man dressed in all black, gun drawn silently crept into the room and went straight towards the bed. He realized halfway there that it was empty and stopped to look around. Before he could completely turn I planted a bullet in his leg. He dropped down to the ground but made no sound other than a hiss.

"Engage the safety and throw the gun across the room," he did as I said but as I began to walk closer, he made a move towards his ankle. I couldn't take the chance so I planted another bullet in the back of his head. He fell to the ground, dead. I used my foot and flipped him over on his back.

"He was cute," I shrugged, putting another two bullets in his chest. Some would say it was overkill but I call it being safe. Another lesson I learned throughout the years. I put my gun in the waistband of my shorts and started going through his pockets. I found a couple hundred dollars, a piece of paper with the hotel name and my room number written on the bottom and a pack of gum. Including the .45 he'd thrown across the room, I found a .22 strapped to his ankle and another .45 in a shoulder holster. Whoever wanted me dead would have to try again. Not that they wouldn't, this was the third attempt on my life this month and I was extremely suspicious. Someone close to me was giving out information about my whereabouts that only few knew. I needed to find out who that person was and soon before I ended up like this guy.

Looking around the room I wasn't happy about the position I was in. I had been staying in this room for almost a week now, working on a job. There was an unknown amount of forensic evidence of me here and a dead man in the middle of the room. I had a long night ahead of me. I had to have this room stripped and wiped down before housekeeping came at 11 a.m. Starting at the bed, I stripped it and the pillows bare and put it all in a trash bag. Just as I was tying the bag off, one of my phones began going off. Looking over at the dresser, I was surprised to see that it was my personal phone. Only about 5 people had that number. I walked over and picked it up, it wasn't a number I recognized. I connected the call and waited.

"I'm in trouble. They're trying to kill me," a familiar voice cried into the phone. 'Damn of all things. I really didn't need this right now.' It figures it would be Mina, she always did have bad timing.

"Where are you?"

"Warsaw, Virginia"

"Where the hell is that?"

"I don't know. It was one of the stops the bus made and I just got off. Did you hear what I said, they're trying to kill me. If it wasn't for me taking an extra shift at Radiance I would probably be dead."

"How'd you get away?" Mina wasn't the brightest light bulb, if someone wanted to kill her it wouldn't be hard. So as bad as it may seem I was surprised she was still alive.

"I came home and my neighbor said there was a man in my apartment earlier. I went in to see what he had stolen but everything was in place. Laptop, DVD Player, Jewelry, even money, it was all there. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call the police he came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I recognized him, he works for Malakai."

"Who's Malakai?" I knew when she took a pause to answer that he was the reason she was in this mess. "You know what? I don't want to know right now. You explain that when I get there. How'd you get away?"

"He was gonna rape me before he killed me. I pretended that I would go along with it and managed to get him back into my bedroom. I always keep a switchblade in my nightstand and when I pretended to grab a condom I got it and stabbed him. When he went to pull the blade out I grabbed a lamp and broke it over his head. He was out after that."

Smart girl! "How did you pay for the bus ticket?" Please say cash, please say cash. Any other payment type and she was dead.

"Cash, you always told me when I'm on the run, don't leave a trail, pay in cash and don't stand out. I listened."

"Good girl. Now listen, I need you to get a room at the local motel. The cheapest one, they don't ask questions and use an alias. Go to a quickie mart and buy some food and stay in that room. Don't talk to anyone Mina. No one, not even your mother."

"My mother but why?"

"Because you and I both know she'd sell you out. I'll be there by tomorrow night."

"TOMORROW NIGHT, I could be dead by then," she screamed.

"Calm down drama queen. If you do what I say you'll be fine. I'll be there by tomorrow night."

"Ok," she whispered, she sounded so defeated.

"Mina, I told you when they separated us that I would always protect you. I'll be there and everything will be okay. Remember it's you and me, against the world." I reassured her.

"Ok, I see you tomorrow, I love you."

"Tomorrow," I exclaimed, ending the call. Now I had to concentrate on this room.

'Tonight is gonna be a long night,' I sighed.