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"Well, this is it." Lita said softly as the car drove to the designated meeting place. Nick, in the driver's seat, nodded. Lita sighed, and opened up the the passenger-side door.

"Wait one moment!" Nick laid a hand on her arm. She paused, turning to look back at him. He quickly dug something out of his pocket.

"Here. I bought this. For luck." he muttered, handing her a small velvet- covered box. Bewildered, she opened it up, and gasped. Nestled in white satin were a pair of hairpins, adorned with delicate rosebuds carved from pink coral. Along with the hairpins came a pair of matching earrings. She felt tears sting in her eyes.

"The first itme I saw your house, I figured that you liked roses." Nick explained. Lita smiled, and put on the hairpins and earrings. "They're beautiful on you." he gave her a small smile.

"Thank you." Lita said softly, before leaning forward and giving him a firm but brief kiss. Then, head held high, jade-green eyes steely with determination, she walked out of the car, and towards the waiting serial killer standing at the door of the seminar building.

Gordon Wilkins gave her a wide smile when she approached, and watched with her until Nick drove away. Then, still smiling eerily, he turned to Lita. "Well, Miss Leighton, I cannot tell you how happy I am that you came. Are you happy as well?"

"Oh yes, of course!" Lita replied automatically, forcing a tolerable degree of anticipatory excitement into her voice, "I am so honored that I could be given this opportunity, and very excited!"

Gordon Wilkins gave her a piercing look, and his smile turned decidedly predatory. "Are you really?"

Lita noticed the change in his demeanor, and became wary instantly. However, she still replied in the same cheerful voice, "Of course I am! Your seminar was brilliant, and I learnt a lot from it! Now is only an even better learning experience!"

"DID you truly learn a lot from it, or were you actually spending the entire time trying to figure out how to outsmart a serial killered called Wiseman, Miss WOODS?" Lita gasped, but forced her face to remain blank and impassive. He continued, "I knew there was something off about you from the start. You were not a Cornell graduate student. I followed you that day you visited the cemetery, and heard everything you said. Do you fear airplanes, Miss Woods?"

Lita obstinately refused to speak, mentally calculating how she could possibly kill him. Her cover was blown now, so she no longer had the element of surprise. "I commend you on finding me, Miss Woods. And finding out who and what I am." In an instant, Lita found a gun pointed at either side of her head. "Your life, my dear agent, will be my prize..my ultimate triumph." The Wiseman gave a sinister chuckle as he led Lita, guns still pointed at her head, to an unmarked black truck, deposited her in the backseat, tied her hands behind her back and drove away.

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An indeterminable amount of time later, the truck stopped at a forlorn little cabin in the middle of the woods. The Wiseman got out, and opened Lita's door. Yanking her out by her hair, he led her inside, a gun trained on her back the entire time. Entering the cabin, he led her down..down into a dark cellar. He untied her hands, only to immediately clap the wrists into manacles that were chained to the wall. Locking the manacles securely in place, he smiled and bowed mockingly at Lita.

"Enjoy your stay here, my lovely one, it won't be long. After tonight, you will WISH that you were still chained here." With that, he left, locking the door behind him.

As soon as the door was shut behind his back, Lita, who had been silent and still the entire time, immediately sprang into action. The chains on her wrist manacles were too short for her to reach up or down anywhere. Howeverk she set her face, closed her eyes and gave her head a fierce, hard toss. Then, another toss, and another, and yet another. There! The faint, tell-tale clink of metal on the ground! Kicking off one of her pumps, she felt around the ground with her food until they encountered the fallen hairpin. Picking it up with her toes, she raised her foot towards her mouth until the other end of the hairpin was grasped firmly in her teeth. Silently thanking Nick, she bent her head, and the hairpin, towards the lock on one manacle.

It took a great deal of time, and both her arms and lips were sore by the time she was done, but she finally managed to unlock the first manacle. Quickly, she unlocked the other one as well with her freed hand, and then stood back to survey the scene. She needed to excape, but the door was certainly out. He would certainly be expecting that, and would simply shoot her. Now, what else?

Her eyes lit upon a small window high up towards the ceiling. Hmm.it was just wide enough for her to be able to fit through, but too high up for her to open. Breaking it would certainly affect him. Looking around, she saw an orange crate, and immediately carried it to right under the window. Then, she fixed her eyes upon the chains that had held her moments ago.

"I'll need to be armed." she muttered to herself. Picking up her hairpin once more, she detached the manacles from the wall, and connected the two cuffs to form a strange-looking weapon. Now that that was gone, she took her weapon and climbed onto her orange crate, opening the window and climbing out.

She was free once more. And so, the game of cat and mouse began. But who was the cat, and who was the mouse?"

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