Hey everyone! Sorry it has taken be so long to update this. I'm still a little unsure where I'm going with it but your reviews have helped me get back on track. Any comments or concerns you have please feel free to let me know and if you want it to head in a certain direction I promise to take your ideas under advisement. Special thanks to emma134 and Shades-Soul for reviewing!
Kerry stayed locked up in the dingy hotel 'suite' for three days. The room was clearly designed to be high class back in the seventies bu the new owners had let it fall into disrepair. The bed spread was done in an awful shade of orange that reminded of haz-mad suits and the walls were covered in mirrors. The air smelled like smoke (and not the type that you got from cigarettes either) while the bathroom reeked of overly strong cleaning chemicals. The only peace Kerry had here was that the room had a pint sized balcony overlooking the very beach she had sat on days before. Even from the 5th story window the view was spectacular. For this, the hotel could afford to charge what they did and leave the place in such disarray.
One other benefit of the room. Kerry hadn't seen that Han fellow wither. She had tried to mostly order room service and stay locked away but even her trained instincts could stop her from to the bar and breakfast buffet when the room became too suffocating to bear.
A small beep drew her attention to her blackberry calmly laid out in the middle of the ugly comforter. When she had first arrived she had broke the phone apart and was second away from trashing it when he decided against it. Something told her that she would need it. So, Kerry discreetly made a few calls to some for her former contacts to look into her watcher but so far there had been no luck. It was also extremely hard to describe someone when speaking in code so that may or may not have contributed to the problem. None the less, Kerry knew that after three days she was safe to go home. This watcher obviously was either a) very smart b) very dumb or c) wasn't actually watching her and was no threat at all. Kerry like to believe it was b but it was more than likely option c.
Gathering her belongings didn't take more than five minutes. when arriving at the hotel Kerry had only her purse, a flimsy bikini and beach wrap on. She had immediatly asked to be pointed in the direction of the nearest "clothing" store. Because she couldn't allow herself to leave the hotel that meant she now wore sweatpants and a a tee shirt proclaiming her to be a guest of the hotel in big block letters. Souvenir shops were a novelty she could live without.
Once she made her way to her car Kerry quickly checked the entire thing out. Perhaps she had been working too long in a high stress industry or perhaps she had been watching too many action films while locked in her hotel room but the thought of starting her car and an explosion taking her life did not seem fun. Of course, there was nothing there and Kerry quickly made her way home.
Han liked to think that he was a ladies man. He never seemed to have trouble with girls even in high school. They had always seemed to flock to him. So it was quite the change to be the one following a girl around. Naturally he had had stalkers before so he knew their behavior patterns and now he felt exactly like that. He had learned long ago to not trust K. Dom's contact to the outside world was slimy and regimented all at once. If he had any proof he would have called her a con artist long ago and demanded she tell him where Dom had disappeared too. But he had no proof. All he had were his speculations.
The way she would show up at his garage unannounced for one thing. It used to really freak out the usually unflappable driver when she would suddenly appear on his sofa without alerting anyone else to her presence.
Or maybe it was the outfits she wore. Actually disguises was probably a better word for it. One day she'd be a ginger girl with a bob and silver makeup and the next she'd have long blond hair pulled up into a cap and a mechanics uniform on. The only thing consistent about her was the small tattoo on her wrist.
She never stayed long. Only long enough to give him a cell phone or a web cam that would only work for a certain time period and a time in which his friend would expect his call. The web cam only came after he demanded to know that Dom was doing alright and not being held prisoner somewhere. Of course Dom looked healthy as ever. Brian and Mia were apparently staying with him as well as their young son and Han would look forward to the times where he could see everybody for himself.
Once he had tried to call Dom on his own. Using one of the cellphones she had given him he called up his friend at a non designated time. No one had picked up and it had not gone to a voicemail. Instead he woke up the next day to find the phone smashed on the pillow next to him and a note saying that the meeting had been unfortunately cancelled. He hadn't tried that again.
On the last time he saw her she had given him a laptop with a time and told him that this would be the last. Dom had moved on and Brian and Mia were soon to follow. Apparently they didn't need protection anymore and that if he wanted to contact his friends he'd have to find them for himself.
That had been a year ago and he had tried to find his friends but to no avail. Then a couple months ago he met Sean and had been sufficiently distracted from his search with all the problems that had cropped up with the yakuza. So now here he was. Faking his death and following around a girl who had prior knowledge of his friends whereabouts. Maybe if he found her to be trustworthy he would use her service. If not, well, he could survive on his own. Or maybe not...
Please review and Thanks for reading!