Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target and intend no copyright infringement.
AN: emc78 asked for some sort of continuation and well, this is my attempt at it. If all goes well, I'll write two more chapters - if anyone is interested and this doesn't come across as a total turn-off.
"WHAT was that about?"
She shrank away from his anger as far as the car seat allowed. "I'm sorry."
"You really do have a death wish, don't you? Grabbing my gun!"
"I just thought that already enough people have died…"
"Wasn't it being squeamish that got you in this whole mess in the first place? Didn't you learn anything?"
She cowered in the car seat like a frightened rabbit and Guerrero wondered for the millionth time how in the world she had managed to get and perform her old job.
"I wasn't being squeamish", she defended herself. "I was trying to do the right thing."
"Yeah." Guerrero sighed. "Doing the right thing" has so far cost five people their lives, including two, as far as anyone can tell, totally innocent night watchmen of the company you worked for. You realize by changing sides you wreaked more havoc than if you had simply done what you had been told? And it'll most likely cost two more lives before this is over…"
Her face was one big question mark.
"Yours and, more importantly, mine", he explained, impatient and angry with himself.
"It's still not too late to get the job done", a voice in the back of his mind whispered.
Guerrero tried to push the thought away, but it was persistent.
"Seriously dude, look at her. A useless piece of dead weight. She managed to piss off the wrong people and now they're out for revenge. You know how it is when it's about revenge. They won't stop before someone hands them her head in a basket. This someone could be you. It's not too late."
"Would it help if I had sex with you?", she asked, startling him from his thoughts.
"Excuse me?"
"You're having a severe case of second thoughts. Would it help if we had sex?"
He gave her a quick once-over. "No."
They were both silent for a moment.
"How did you know?", he finally asked.
"That's how I managed to get and perform my old job. I'm pretty good at knowing what other people think. That's also how I managed to get away from you for so long. I'm not psychic or anything, I'm just a good reader of people. And at the moment I'm reading in your face that you're thinking about killing me after all."
He nodded slowly. "This might indeed be the only option."