There was a silver name plate that sat on a metal desk; It read Vivian Fox. The room surrounding the desk was a stark white color, with two brown leather arm chairs settled in front of a large window. The view wasn't much, though Vivian didn't have much time for day dreaming. Mr. Scarlett kept her extremely busy, her being his secretary and all. Her long acrylic nails slammed on the keys of her key board, as she furrowed her brows together. The office door swung open, and a blond man in a wheel chair appeared. Vivian who remained focused didn't notice him being pushed over to her desk by a very tall tan woman.

The blond man cleared his throat, which caught her attention. Her brown eyes shot over to the couple and she smiled warmly; pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Peter, hello." Gaining her focus she frowned, "Bad day on the job?"

Vivian said with genuine concern. The tan woman behind him laughed, Peter's face started to turn red. Embarrassed that he botched his assignment.

"You could say that." He said "by the way, have you met Camilla?"

Vivian looked up at the woman and smiled,

"I found our boy on the side of the road. Hog tied in his own urine. Apparently Jackson has a message for John. Is he in?"

Camilla spoke with humor written all over her face. Her blond bangs covering her right eye. She was a beautiful woman to any standard. Vivian reached forward and pressed the speaker button her phone.

"Mr. Scarlett?"

She asked leaning over her desk,

"Yes Vivian?"

She smiled and continued,

"Peter Sullivan and Camilla are here to see you."

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They had to have been out of Oregon already. She didn't know, Lisa could barely pay attention to the signs on the road. Her mind was reeling with thoughts of regret. She couldn't think of a ligament reason to run off with Jackson. She kept thinking that she could have gone off on her own, she would have been just fine and dandy. On the other hand Jackson granted her a safe haven. He knew how to run, she never ran. Even on the Red Eye flight, she didn't run and scream for help. Lisa had done every thing she could think of to keep every one alive. However there was no one to protect, there was no one worth saving. In the end it all boiled down to her and Jackson. She shook her head, as the summer wind blew her hair in her face.

Taking a glance over at Jackson, he hadn't said a word since they got into the car. He must have been thinking to, about whether he was going to kill her? About where they were going? She didn't know, the clocked switched again it now read four am. Looking up as they changed speeds and drifted onto the off ramp toward Helena, Montana their current location.

Jackson cleared his throat which made her jump slightly. She cursed her self for still having that certain fear of him.

"We are going to need a new car."

He said turning on his blinker, taking a left onto the main road. It was a matter of fact perhaps he was thinking of a car that he some where and couldn't remember if it was in Montana.

"What's wrong with this one."

Lisa asked through her yawn, stretching her arms out at the same time. It was definitely way past her bed time.

"It's not mine, and it's traceable."

Lisa stopped in mid stretch and dropped her hands on her knees looking at him questioningly,

"Whose car is this, and what do you mean 'traceable'?"

Jackson cracked his wrist and placed his hand back on the shifter.

"It's a former associate of mine's car, and It can be traced by a the G.P.S that was a built into the car."

She didn't want to know why Jackson had his former associate's car, and what happen to such man or woman. So she changed the subject slightly,

"So you have a car here in Montana that we are going to trade with?"

Jackson nodded his head, and smiled at Lisa,

"Yes, but we aren't going to use it. What we need is a good hunk of shit from before all this On star bullshit."

Lisa agreed it made perfect sense that Jackson had one of those hanging around as well,

"So you must have one of those then?"

His smile grew wider as he looked back at the road, shaking his head while doing so.

"Nope, but we can sure as hell steal one. Very easy to hot wire, and I bet we can find one real easy in Montana."

Lisa put her head in her hands,

"No we can't steal a car."

She was dead set against it, however was shot down quickly,

"Oh now we are getting moral. Don't think that your hands are clean of sin Leese. Stealing a car is one of the more innocent things that we are going to do while this blows over."

The violence of yesterday replayed it's self through her mind. Frank's brains all over the kitchen. His twitching limbs on the floor, half of his face turned into pizza sauce. She going to vomit if her mind didn't push images out of her mind. She leant back in her seat and ran her fingers through her long curled locks of hair. There was fresh tears brimming her eyes. Jackson's eyes shifted over to her as they pulled over onto the side of the road. Throwing the car into park, he turned his body to face hers.

"Leese, we'll never make it if I don't have you one hundred percent."

He reached over and pulled her hands out of her hair and pulled her body so that she would look at him. He rubbed circles into her palms.

"Here's the plan. I'm going to steal that shit box Chevy over there, I'll need your help for that one."

He said looking at her seriously,

"Afterwards we find a nice hotel, and get some rest."

His hand moved to her face, cupping her cheek,

"Then when we wake up, we'll eat a nice filling breakfast and head to an old safe house of mine, establish new identities. Get new plates for the car and head to Canada."

He searched her face, her knew that Lisa liked structure. It made her feel better, he was sure.

"How's that sound Leese?"

She sniffled her nose, he couldn't imagine her looking more adorably pathetic in her life. Those big green eyes looking up at him, he could kiss her. He wanted to, he knew that he wanted to. Ever since they day he met her, perhaps that was why he couldn't kill her.

"Sounds good."

Lisa whispered, taking a large staggered breath. Jackson nodded his head and dropped his hand from her face. She could feel the skin on her check burning from the warmth of his hand. Looking down at their connected hands, she pulled away. There it was that feeling that she felt when she first met him. Maybe he could be a charming guy when he didn't need you to finish a job. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be his subordinate. She blinked her teary eyes, and focused on the matter at hand.

"So what do you need my help with?"

John Scarlett slammed his fist on the desk and cursed very loudly.

"I knew it. I should have just let him in rot in jail!"

John smoothed his hands over his bald head and leaned back in his chair. Looking at Camilla and Peter, who for their own good remained silent. Camilla's hands digging into Peter's shoulders. Peter looking less then nervous. It wasn't his fault that Jackson was a bitch and had shoot him while he was taking a piss.

He leant forward on the desk and pressed his speaker button,

"Vivian get me Sabrina Paradise on the phone."

Peter and Camilla looked at each other Sabrina Paradise was his old partner and recently retired. John would have do some pretty smooth talking to get her to help.

"Sure, boss."

Vivian replied with curiosity behind her voice. John folded his hands on his desk, his face a shade of deep red.

"Peter this is a huge disappointment. How could you have thought that you could trust Rippner with this type of sensitive information?"

Peter now started to look tense as his boss grilled him for answers,

"Well I figured since you called and told him that I was going to kill his girl, that it was alright on both ends. In all honestly I figured he would be glad to get rid of the bitch, sir."

John rolled his eyes and dropped his hands into his lap,

"Well considering all things you won't make that mistake again."

Peter nodded his head in agreement,

"yes sir, absolutely sir."

John smiled and then put his hands back on the desk, this time bearing a gun pointed straight at Peter. Camilla took a step back and leaned against the wall.

"I really don't think this necessary sir!"

Peter said helpless in his chair,

"I do."

He simply said and then pulled the trigger.