"You lied to me," I breathe out after I heard the news.
"What are you talking about?" he answers like he knows nothing. All sweet and innocent my arse.
"Gemaal wasn't a warlord," I say, "He was the president. He was the democratically elected president!"
"-Your point?" he asks with a hint of irritation, "We're not politicians. We had our orders."
"You knew I wouldn't have murdered him. So you LIED TO ME!" I start towel. The helicopter leans to the left and Ryan almost falls over. He puts down his wine and looks at me again.
"Welcome to the CIA, Jodie. It's not freakin' choir practice, in case you haven't noticed. Now we had a job to do and we did it! End of story," he spats back. I start to feel like I was about to burst.
"Well, this might be a freakin' job to you, okay? But I don't go around killing people 'cause some four-freakin'-star General tells me to!" I argue. The helicopter shakes violently. I just hope the wine bottle doesn't break, or else there will be a lot more spilled than lies out of Ryan's mouth.
"Jodie, listen, listen. You calm down, alright? We'll get back home and we'll talk about it, okay?"
"-You manipulated me! You used me to do your dirty work!" I chip in, standing up from my seat.
"What difference does it make, Jodie? He was a dead man walking with or without your help!" he yells standing up from his seat. It actually makes a huge difference. For starters, you lied to me. You made me kill innocent people. Did I mention you lied to me?
"I have BLOOD on my hands," I yell, "SOME KID lost his father BECAUSE OF ME!" I can still remember little Salim's face when he saw his dead father. If I only knew. Why didn't I learn Somalin?
"Because I TRUSTED you!" I yell, about to explode, "because I trusted we were doing the RIGHT THING!" The helicopter shakes again.
"What am I to you Ryan? A TOY?!" I ask. I remember I asked Nathan the same thing, right in front of Ryan, "some freakin' puppet that you can just do whatever you want with?" I hear the pilot, panicking.
"Did you also lie to me that night in my apartment?" I ask. Now I regret ever inviting him! I owe Aiden an apology.
"Jodie, for Pete's sake. You're gonna kill us!" Ryan says. That is the whole point, except I'm trying to kill you.
"No one is ever going to lie to me again, Ryan," I say. I open the helicopter's door and jump out. I didn't think. I was too focused on getting the hell away from Ryan.
"JODIE! DAMMIT!" I hear Ryan yell. I was sure I was going to die, but Aiden would never allow it. He did his usual force field thing and I land on the ground safely, except for hurting my wounded leg again. I look around. I'm at a small diner/garage place. I see a phone and with a limp in my step, I walk over to it. I quickly dial the number. It rings a few times before someone answers. I hear a sigh.
"Nathan Dawkins?" he answers. Must be tired.
"They used me… to kill those people," I say, starting to cry.
"Jodie!" Nathan says, worryingly, "What happened?"
"I didn't know…" I stammer, "I didn't know… I… I was just doing what I was told." I sob softly.
"Where are you?" he asks, "Is Clayton with you?" Like I want to be with him? That's why I jumped out of a damn helicopter in the first place.
"No… no, no. I ran away…" I say.
"You can't run away from them," Nathan says, sounding more worried, "They'll hunt you down and they'll find you! You got to come in, Jodie. We'll talk. I'm sure that-"
"-It's over Nathan," I say, "I'm through of being their toy. You tell them that if they try to find me, I'll them."
"Jodie, listen, I-"
"TELL THEM, Nathan!" I yell, "I'll kill them." With that said, I put the phone down and sigh. My life is going to be more complicated than usual.