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Chapter 1 Part B

Graye rolled into a safety roll as he hit the dirt. He got up and his Armani suit was hardly brown. He quickly brushed a few pieces of dirt off and loaded his pistol. Then he picked up his black Italian leather shoes. If he couldn't travel in style, why travel at all?

The police had already gone after the black Mercedes in which Graye had placed a brick on the acceleration. They would probably think he committed suicide because the car would crash, eventually.

Without fear he walked into terminal C with his green duffel bag in hand. He looked strange, with his light blonde hair scruffy and greasy, but perfectly clean with an Armani suit on. People stared as he walked into security.

It was hilarious how oblivious the airport security could be about guns. He had easily hidden his gun in a compartment located in his shoe. Very big feet, Graye had. And he continued to walk to his gate.

Gate 78, Continental Airlines, flying to Washington D.C. Before hopping on to the plane, he did a quick double check. He noticed a thin pale girl with red hair and green eyes. Graye also realized he had seen her at security too. AND when he walked into the airport. Graye smiled, they weren't catching him this quickly.

Graye quickly weaved in and out of the people who were walking in a straight line into the plane. As he walked "Hey and Bastards" followed him,but he ignored them and hopped on the plane. As he walked on he noticed the girl following him. Bingo, he thought. She was following him.

The feds were getting better. He gave them credit for that. I mean, he hadn't noticed her for a while.

The girl was catching up as he moved to his seat. He grinned. She was good. The girl had a serious look on her face like an assassin. He frowned, what if she was an assassin. Now, that would be a huge problem.

Graye glanced over at her. She was on the left side of the plane and he was on the right. She was about 2 rows in front of him and was talking on her cellphone. Graye looked at her closer. She hid her face with a magazine and continued talking.

Now he had time to examine her. Graye had to admit she was very pretty, but he didn't have time to think about that. He noticed a slight bulge in her pocket. It was obviously a gun. She must've had a fancy badge to get through security with that.

He raised an eyebrow at that and she got off the phone. Her green-eyed glare sent chills down his spine. Graye laughed at this feeling and motioned for her to sit down next to him. The girl warily got up.

As she sat down next to him, he grinned. This was hilarious. The fed couldn't be this good. Something was up.

"So, who exactly are you?" Graye asked with a smile. The girl winced at that question and didn't meet his gaze.

"I don't need to tell you that." She growled in reply.

Graye smiled at that too. She was okay at this, but probably a new operative.

"Oh, really? Well, I'm Graye." He said and stuck his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you." Graye was playing it cool. He just hoped to god she wasn't another assassin. Ugh, he hated how so many people were after him, and for what reason? His USB that was now… gone.

The girl glared at his hand until he put it down. She finally responded, "You know what? You're a complete idiot. I don't know why they even sent me out on this mission."

Mission? That single word changed Graye's point of view on this thing. If she were a fed, she probably would've arrested him right then and there. Where did this girl come from?

Graye looked at the girl and laughed slightly, "Could you at least tell me your name?" he asked. He really wanted to know, this could help him find out what this girl was.

The girl smiled angelically with a devil-like hint to it and said her name.

"Dallas."