Ella drove back to the main city and went straight to her supervisor's office, "Lieutenant Joshi?" she said at her door.
Joshi turned and gestured for Ella to enter, "How did your recon mission go?"
Ella shook her head, "There was no sign of life as usual. Do you have another mission ready for me?"
Joshi nodded, "Yes, I have a kill for you," she answered as she handed Ella a file, "This one is very important so don't mess it up, do you understand?"
"Of course ma'am. I will get right to it," she replied as she left the office and went straight to the last known address of her victim.
Ella found the person easily and she was able to take them out without them noticing her coming. As she began to prepare the eye for report, she got an idea.
She pulled a knife out of her retrieval kit and pulled her tracker out of her shoulder, wincing as she tore apart her own flesh. There was another body at the sight and she placed her tracker into it before scanning her target's eye and then setting the place on fire.
The force would believe she died with no traces other then her last known location and she was free to head back to Las Vegas and freedom with Deckard.
She took a car as close to the waste land as she safely could and then walked the rest of the way. She arrived back at the building just as night set. She walked in and instead of sneaking in like she had before, she stepped over the tripwire and shouted, "Deckard? I'm back!"
Ella stood in silence for a few moments before she heard his voice from above, "Come on up and tell me how you died."
Ella made her way back the sitting room where she'd met Deckard earlier that day and found him behind the bar pouring two glasses of whiskey, "Would you like a drink?" he asked.
She nodded as she took the glass from his hand and began to tell him the story of how she had passed just hours before, "What do you think of my execution?" she asked, strangely comfortable around him.
Deckard shrugged, "It seems convincing enough. Are you a replicant?" he asked out of nowhere.
Ella looked at him, "I believe so but I have childhood memories which could have been implanted and most likely were. I've always assumed I am. Does that matter? Would you prefer human company?"
Deckard shook his head, "I don't care either way, I was merely curious," he added as he stood, "Let me show you where you'll sleep," he said as he noticed his dog had laid down at Ella's feet. He gestured for her to look, "You've made a friend. He may start sleeping by your side."
Ella smiled at the animal as she leaned forward and placed her hand on his head, petting him, before she stood to follow Deckard.
He led her down the hall until he stopped at a door, "You can stay in here," he reached forward with his arm to show her. Ella walked into her new room and couldn't suppress a smile as she saw how nice it was.
"This is perfect," she said, "Thank you for agreeing to this."
"It's nothing," he replied, "You'll be the one they take if you failed. I'm two doors down the hall if you need anything," he finished before he disappeared.
Ella walked forward to the bed where she sat down and pulled off her coat and her boots before climbing in under the covers. She felt a sort of peace for the first time in her life, however long it had lasted.