Last Time: The lights came back on. Ranger spun around, still on his knees, hand on his gun, to face the intruder. What he found was a young woman. Long hair back in a ponytail, blue jeans, white tank, hazel eyes, and a full smile. "Hey Rangeman. Miss me?"
Chapter Two
They both remained still, she smiling, he tense and waiting. He soon ran out of patience. "Who the Hell are you?"
Her smiled widened. She slowly stood up and offered him a hand. He ignored it and stood up on his own. "How'd you get in here? Who let you in?"
He continued to the door. "If you're going out there to fire someone for letting me, you should know that none of them did. There's no one who would. And I couldn't have gotten in on my own. It's pointless to cause a scene."
He stopped in spit of himself. Normally he would have wiped his men into shape. Tell them made a mistake. Let them know what happens when they even make the mistake again. "Then how-"
"Jeeze, you're slow. If they didn't do it then who is left?" Silence. She sighed. "The only other person in the building." Again no response. "You."
"Impossible. I didn't let you in." He put his hand back on the door knob and turned. It didn't work.
"It's locked. And yes, you did." She walked over to him and pulled his hand off the knob. He tugged his hand, wanting it out of her grasp but it didn't work. With every second more into the interaction between the two he became more panicked. She noticed.
"Relax Rangeman. I'm not gunna hurt you." She scoffed, "I'm pretty sure I can't hurt myself."
He pulled out his cell, ignoring her rant. Again she reached over and pulled the phone out of his hand. "How do you-"
"I'm not doing anything. I don't exist."
There was a knock on the door. Ranger took his eyes off of her for a second to look at the door and when he looked back she was gone. "Enter," he said, voice shaky.