A heavy rainstorm had erupted on the bustling city around 4:37 P.M. Now, the clock in Eva's office displayed that it was 6:48 P.M. She was listening to the infinite raindrops ram into the side of the headquarters and it calmed her. She was still shaky over Ian's comment. It had dragged her back into her past. She had spent the last three hours in her office with the door locked just delving into her mind. Her paperwork sat unfinished in a clean pile on her desk along with a pen jar, paperweight, and the three guns she had been armed with earlier. Her arm was still burning from a gash she'd gotten in battle earlier this morning, but it was easy to ignore by now.
You're as good a shot with a camera…
You're as good a shot with a camera…
…Good a shot with a camera…
…Camera…
…Camera…
…Camera…
It echoed in her mind. The word that stuck out in her mind and had started this mess of thought and pensive attitude. A rap came at the door, and Eva looked up. The doorknob was being turned from the other side and just like all the times before, stopped before it turned very far.
"Eva, are you in there?!" a man shouted from the other side of the door.
Eva did not reply. She hadn't replied to anybody since her chat with Ian.
"I know you're in there, Eva," the man's voice came again, "Don't make me bust this door down!"
From whom Eva thought the voice belonged to, she didn't doubt the man's words. She picked up a handgun from the table and pointed it right at where she imagined the man's head would be and pulled the trigger. The room was filled with a loud cracking sound as the gun fired and the bullet slammed into the door. A thud came from the other side of the door. Then, some light footsteps.
"Goddamnit, Eva, don't freak me out like that!" the voice came again.
The door was bulletproof. She'd requested it that way, in case a situation like this came up. Deciding she needed something done, but didn't want to leave the privacy of her office, she grabbed a letter underneath the paperweight on her desk and dragged herself to the door.
"Go away…" she softly said through the door, "But before you do, please deliver this to Ian. You know the Ian I'm talking about…"
She kneeled down and pushed the white sealed envelope through the crack between the door and the floor and whispered a thank you to the man. Without another word, the man walked away. His footsteps echoed along the now quiet hallway. Eva went back to her desk and fell back into her chair. She whispered to herself the contents of the envelope.
"Dear Ian, please meet me at The Tempo at 8:00 tonight… I need to talk to you. Sincerely, Eva."
Short, simple, and to-the-point. The best way to do things, in Eva's mind. If you use lots of words, things just get confusing. Say exactly what you mean and do exactly as you intend. Don't bother with anything else. It was something an ex-boyfriend of hers once told her. Of course, it was the reason she got dumped, and the reason it hurt her so much. He did exactly as he preached: said exactly what he meant. I have somebody else better than you, so I'm dumping you. If she were the same person then as she was now, she would have beat the bastard down, but she was too heartbroken. It wasn't that she was in love, no. It was more that she hated being dumped for somebody else. Jealousy and envy ruled her then. The guy was very attractive and handsome. Of course, he had some other gems to pleasure her, but she didn't talk about that very often. She didn't have many friends to talk about it with. She was just more of a loner, but she didn't mind. She got by somehow. Her job with the coroner kept her busy. And back then, she was known as Christina…
Suddenly, tears came to her eyes. She didn't want to remember any of this. That wasn't her anymore. She couldn't be that person. Not now, not ever again. She wiped her eyes, and laid her head on her desk. The word still echoed in her mind.
…Camera…
…Camera…
…Camera…