I walked along the roof, my eyes only on her. She laid perfectly parallel to the silver air duct that travelled across the roof. She stayed still, silent, yet incredibly focused. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her eye stayed impeccably focused as she relaxed her head against the scope. I followed line of sight and noticed the few people walking along the street many yards away. I knew the target. I knew everything about her and thats why I knew she knew I was here.
"It takes a very broken, twisted soul to do what you do." I spoke softly and expected a flinch or a quick sassy comeback but came up empty. I watched her press down on the trigger almost barely noticeable. She turned ever so slightly and her back raised as she took a deep breathe. As she breathed out she pulled firmly on the trigger. The silenced bullet shot of quickly and she quickly hopped up onto her feet, not even watching the bullet travel. "Do you ever feel guilty? Like, at all?" She was unfazed. And in slow movements I watched her hand travel to her lower hip and slipped up her skirt slightly. I couldn't help but admire her long bare legs as she stood in disguise in tall black heels.
"I don't have time to feel guilty." Her voice spoke elegantly as her hand moved more up her side and she pulled up quickly as she spoke. I wrapped my hand tightly around my gun as I pulled it out of the holster. "And neither do you." She pointed her pistol at me as I point mine at her. I took a deep breathe.
"What are you doing?" I said over my shoulder. I held my gun with both hands as trained yet she held heres with one hand yet it was held steadily and pointed at my chest.
"What are you doing?" She repeated my question. "Announcing yourself as you clearly had an easy shot?" I smiled as I admired her lips.
"I didn't track you for two years to sneak up behind you and take you out." She rolled her eyes. I smirked. I lowered my gun slightly and then all together and holstered it except left it open and loaded. She laughed loudly and didn't move her hand a tad. "You were very hard to track" I took a step forward. "No online banking, barely anything to trace online at all." I took another step forward and she flinched. "I know everything about you." I stepped forward and pushed her arm up to point the cool gun against my forehead.
"Tell me." I smirked as she spoke and relaxed her finger against the trigger. "Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you." She pressed it against my head just loosened on her grip on the trigger.
"Let me tell you why you should shoot me." She looked confused as I gained the upper hand. "No one knows I'm here. No one knows you're here." She tilted her head. "But you're not going to shoot me." I smiled sweetly. She dropped her hand and holstered her gun. She turned and grabbed her snipper and undid the silencer and set it into her gucci bag. She undid her braid and pumped up her hair as she slid giant sunglasses over her eyes. She turned to me and smirked as she slung the bag over her shoulder.
"Goodbye" She walked by me but I grabbed her quickly and turned her towards me.
"Where are you going?" I said as I tried to take a glance at her eyes beneath her sunglasses.
"No one knows I'm here." She spoke in a whisper and turned away but I only held her tighter.
"I'll keep finding you. I know how to find you." I let go of her arm and watched her take a step forwarded before stopping. She stood with her back facing me as she faced the door.
"Who are you?" I smiled.
"I'm Agent Jack Brewer. I work for the FBI on special occasions but I'm retired. I track people down. At most it takes me a month to find someone. I've been tracking you for 2 years." She turned slightly. Her big brown eyes behind the semi clear glasses stared me down as a cool wind blew her hair over her shoulder.
"What do you want?" She turned more towards me and held a glare on me.
"I need your help." As the words came out of my mouth, I felt helpless. She laughed lowly and looked down at her feet. After several seconds, I decided to speak again. "It took me two years to find you yet I still don't know how you think or solve the problems. I need your help with a case." She looked up quickly interrupting me.
"You want me to work on a FEDERAL CASE with you." I turned my head slightly and went to go and speak when she raised her voice again. "I don't know you. You say you know everything about me but I don't know a single thing about you. Why would I trust you? This is clearly a trap." She turned, her hair spinning through the air as she strutted away.
After ten-seconds, she was at the door, swinging it open. I watched her hesitate but walked through steady as she swung her bag through the air. I growled aloud and yelled slightly. I hated running after people but I needed her badly. I flexed my shoulders back and cracked my neck to the left and right. I slide my legs smoothly to the door and whipped open the door and began to bring my way quickly down the stairs and then down the hotel hall. The glared at the skinny blonde that stood at the elevator waiting. I heard the ding and swung my way into the open elevator doors. I watched as she breathed out hard and cross her arms. I took a step towards her and she pushed the bag up her shoulder. I smirked and leaned into her. I pushed a strand of hair off her face. She went to swat my hand away when the elevator stopped, dinged and men and women began to pile into the elevator and our bodies were pushed closer together. I leaned into the crock of her neck and placed my lips almost touching her ear.
"Play along." I whispered and felt goosebumps go up her arms. "Or I'll call you in." She turned her head as I leaned out and shot me a glare.
"Oh honey let me carry your bag" I mentioned loudly for the whole elevator to hear. I could feel the cold glare as I wrapped my hands around her bag which she held tightly.
"Oh what a gentleman!" Said an elder woman that stood in the corner. The senior nudged her and smiled. "You got yourself a good man." I smiled at her and nodded before turning back to the blonde as she loosened her grip and the bag slide right down her arm and onto mine.
The elevator doors opened to the main lobby and we walked out. I entangled our hands together and smirked down at the blonde that tugged on my hand.
"Let me go." She whispered in a rough tone.
"Trust me. For once in your life trust someone." I stared down at her and dragged her out to the parking lot. I unlocked my black SUV and throw her bag into the back and shut the door quickly. "Get in the car." She just stares at me as I stare back before she gave in and hopped into the driver seat. I started the car and turned the music down. I felt the cool metal touch my temple and I groaned.
"What am I doing here?" Her voice was harsh and haunting. I looked her in the eyes and gave her a 'you-know-why' look. "What do you need my help on?" She lowered the gun and holstered it.