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Joe Reisart was still brought to the hospital to make sure that he was alright and didn't suffer from any head concussion or mild injuries. It took him so long because they were giving him all these tests and the Feds we're really breathing down his neck regarding the event that happened in his home. He felt as if he was being interrogated as well. The police force saw no bad record from the name Jackson Rippner and really saw no objective in the reasons that Mr. Reisart were stating to them. Mr. Reisart was losing his patience because they were treating him as more of a suspect, rather than a victim.

"Look, I really can't explain everything, all I know, is my daughter arrived and this man was chasing her. She is the one who was being chased and she is the one you need to talk to. She has more knowledge on this incident than me, and I've already told you all that I knew"

"As much as we want to talk to your daughter Mr. Reisart, she is being given special consideration by Mr. Keefe himself, so you are the only resource we have at hand." Said a man who was wearing aviator shades, in a suit and tie, and had short auburn hair. He wasn't really taking down notes on the things that Joe told him, so he might be really good at this. The investigator beside him however, was so distracted in writing down notes and was so obvious that he was a rookie at this. The expert didn't seem to mind.

"I understand how crucial this case may be to national security, but can I please see my daughter for now?"

The phone of the auburn-haired man, whose name by the way is Rob Murphy, rang. He got his phone from his right coat pocket.

"Hold on for a sec," he told Joe while gesturing his hands in a manner that says, wait. On the phone, "Murphy…Yeah, I'm with him right now. Bring him to you? Where? Room 218. Alright, Keefe authorized this? Be there in a minute. Martinez will be the one to carry on this task, I need to check on the dead body that was found on their doorway. The man they call the hit man." He then flipped his phone closed and again faced Joe.

"Mr. Reisart, I'll be leaving you with Keith Martinez. Martinez, please bring Mr. Joe Reisart to Room 218. They said Lisa Reisart is there. Two of Keefe's security is there, Anderson and Smith, they asked for Mr. Reisart's presence there"

"Yes, sir"

"Finally, I'll get to talk to Lisa"

"Thank you for your time Mr. Reisart, I'll see you soon. We'll talk more about this incident." Murphy then left them, while Martinez escorted Joe to Room 218.
As soon as they we're approaching the room, Anderson and Smith immediately took over and thanked Martinez for his help.

"I thought Lisa will be here?"

"We're sorry sir, she just got inside the room." Anderson told Joe calmly, "she didn't want any one to accompany her inside"

"For what did you need my presence here for?"

"Mr. Keefe's orders sir, we believe that it would be to talk to you, together with Lisa, eventually to debrief you as well."

Joe suddenly realized whose name it was written in the name plate that was at the door. Jackson Rippner. Upon realizing this, he went to the door and instead of knocking, he was already banging it, just in order to open it. He was on the verge of panic.

"Lisa! Lisa"


On the other side of the door, before Joe came banging on the door. Just as Lisa entered.

What am I doing here, I'm not supposed to be here. What was I thinking?

Even though with these thoughts in mind, Lisa automatically locked the door out of habit. She turned to see Jackson in the hospital bed, he was asleep. Again, she faced the door.

Should I go out now? I don't know what to do.

She was so hesitant. She really didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the door was being pounded on by someone, whose voice she easily recognized. Grasping the concern and worry in the voice on the other side of the door, she opened it and went outside.


Inside the room just as Lisa went out...

I missed my chance. Will I still have another? Damn that Joe Reisart. He had to come along and disturb my newly formed plan. I need to wait. She'll come back. I have this epinephrine at hand, and when she comes close, I'll inject it to myself and have renewed vigor and hopefully have enough strength to drag her out of here as a hostage without being defeated for a second time. Lisa will come back. She is predictable and I'm sure she will make my plan work out.


"Lisa are you okay?" Joe asked her, while he held her face with both hands, looking directly in her eyes.

"Yes, Dad, I'm fine"

"Are you sure?"

" Yes, I'm sure." She was trying so hard to keep herself calm and took Joe's hands of her face and held on to it tightly in a quick way in order to emphasize her intention.
Joe turned the blame on Anderson and Smith.

"What in the world were you thinking, letting her in there, without any form of security or whatsoever? Don't you know that was the man who tried to kill her? What's wrong with you?" His emotions shifted immediately to an overprotective father whose rage is directed towards the two men in suits.

"Sir, it was her choice to go in alone. We insisted on accompanying her, and she didn't want anyone to go in with her." Smith explained calmly but still with authority in his intonation.

"It's true Dad. And I haven't spoken to him yet, he is asleep. Peaceful in fact. I know I need to talk to him. I'm going in again"

"No, Lisa. Why? This was the man who tried to kill you, and the man who was ordering the hit man from my house to get rid of me. Are you sure you want to stand close to him without any security in order to just understand?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You can't stop me. I'm sorry Dad. I need to settle this myself"

Again, she went inside. Still, out of habit, she locked the door. Stupid move, when you are going to be in the same room alone with the man who tried to kill you hours earlier.
She stared at him, still by the door, and her hand still on the door knob. She was so nervous, yet she couldn't just let go of his last words and stare at her that morning before the EMTs took him away.

He seems so peaceful this way. Sleeping. He can't do anything to me. I thought the nurse said he was awake, maybe he just fell asleep. It looks safe.

She was trying to convince herself that she was doing the right thing, going inside, going to talk to him. She stepped closer and gradually let go of the door knob. Unconsciously, her hands were fiddling with something in here hand, right inside her left pocket that made her feel secure.

Now, she was so close to him, her face only a little more than a foot from his. She was leaning towards his face, studying his features and was deep in thought, on how someone such as him was capable of doing the things he did.

Out of the sight range of Lisa, Jackson has injected himself with the epinephrine he had at hand. He was able to get this from the things of the nurse, right before she left. He felt the adrenaline flow in his blood and he had to take advantage of the situation.

Lisa was staring at the wound he had on his throat and as she looked up, she saw crystal blue eyes staring at her, with the mischief it held before, but this time, there was strength, rage and desperation. He immediately spotted the fear and astonishment in her eyes. Her first instinct told her to get the thing she had in her left pocket, another stupid thing to do. It was a swiss army knife, but with Jackson's senses increased by the epinephrine, he got hold of it, before she was able to use it herself.

Jackson immediately grabbed hold of Lisa's neck, he was chocking her again, with greater intensity this time, that he would've been able to break her neck just with that force.

No. Control yourself Jackson, you can use her out of here. For Jesse's sake, don't kill your only way out of this.

He was holding all his emotions back, though all images of Jessica we're flashing in his mind as well as the video that he was shone two months earlier. Jackson stood up now, still holding Lisa's neck. She was shocked at what was happening and also because of her foolishness. He kept the knife directed at her neck, and it was already cutting through some of her skin, allowing blood to trickle down to her clothing. He had to keep his mind clear in order to get himself out of this situation, get Jesse back. Lisa was no longer struggling, basically because of the shock and fatigue that she has endured for the last hours.

"You will not struggle. You will come with me calmly, or you will really be killed. This time, I won't fail"

He said this in Lisa's ear, and she knew he wasn't lying. If she fought back, she would die. She wondered on how he was still able to have this strength, despite his injuries. She thrashed about for a moment, and the blade of the swiss army knife stung her deeper.

"I'm serious Lisa, try one of your stunts and your blood will fill Room 218's floor. I never lie."