Jane came out of the stairwell and into another hallway moments later to cut her off and found herself face to face with Moreau. Just seeing the blonde filled her with an intense rage and she charged forward sending a fist straight into Moreau's jawline.
Moreau was of a smaller frame, but she knew how to fight. It did not matter though because Jane was better. A short scuffle later Moreau pulled out a gun, but Jane managed to disarm her fairly easily. Jane stood up and pointed the weapon at her opponent, who was still on the floor.
She wanted to shoot her. Her body and emotions screamed at her to shoot Moreau the same way she had shot Hanaway. Ethan was right though—she was an asset and they needed her.
"Get up!" She snapped at the blonde who rose to her feet in silence. Jane kept the gun pointed at her back.
"Walk!" She instructed and pushed Moreau back towards their room.
Jane kicked the suite door open and shoved Moreau into the room before she forced her into a chair, "Sit down," she said through clenched teeth.
"Watch her," Jane said and handed the gun to an alarmed Benji.
"Why me?" He asked, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Because if I do it, I'll kill her," she replied and meant it.
It took all her self-control not to put a bullet through the woman's head. She could not even be in the same room with her as she walked past Benji and took Moreau's bag to the bedroom to look through it. Her hands shook with anger and she paused for a moment to look at them.
Calm down, Jane.
She straightened up and started doing a few breathing exercises to calm herself. A moment later she heard a loud thud from outside the door. She gradually walked out of the bedroom and spotted Benji face down on the floor. Moreau reached down to remove the gun from his grasp.
Jane charged at her and sent both of them crashing onto one of the coffee tables. Moreau drove her elbow into Jane's face and the blow sent her backwards. The act gave Moreau enough time to stand up and begin throwing anything within her reach. Moreau found a corkscrew and lunged at Jane as she slashed through the air and Jane dodged her. With a calculated move, Jane managed to once again disarm Moreau.
A well placed kick to her abdomen sent Moreau flying and she landed on the floor hard. The gun was within her reach and she grabbed it to point it at Jane.
Jane pounced on her and they struggled for the gun. The muzzle was pointed upward toward the ceiling when the first gunshot went off.
Brandt and Ethan had taken down most of Moreau's security men. Only two men remained standing and as Ethan talked to Benji to find out Wistrom's whereabouts. Ethan asked Benji to stall him, while Brandt took down the two men with a few of his favourite moves from his training days.
When the last man hit the ground he looked up to find Hunt looking at him, "Find Lisenker," Ethan said and Brant nodded as he left the room.
Brandt found Lisenker by the elevators with two bullet wounds to the chest.
"Benji?" Brandt spoke into the comm, "I've got Leonid by the elevators. He's been shot." He barely heard Benji's response before he picked up sounds of a commotion. He knew that Moreau was in the room with Benji and Jane, so he decided instead to focus on the man in front of him.
Lisenker was still alive. Barely. He began to choke on his own blood, "Hey, hey! Stay with me, stay with me," he said to the man. Brandt applied pressure to the wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but it was no use.
Leonid gradually slipped away in front of his eyes, "No, no, no, no, no," he chanted softly. That was when he heard it. A gunshot.
Brandt's head whipped round at the direction of the sound and in that moment his heart stopped. Jane! He was up on his feet within seconds and sprinted towards the room. He heard more gunshots ring out as he approached and pulled out his own gun as he entered.
The two women were fighting for control of the gun. He was unable to get a clear shot of Moreau, so he held his gun steady. He noticed their proximity to the open window and before he knew it the gun was in Moreau's hands. She pointed it at Jane who had dropped down onto all fours.
"JANE, NO!" He yelled out as panic and dread filled him. On her hands and knees, Jane kicked backwards and her foot connected with Moreau, which sent the woman flying out of the Burj Khalifa and on to her death below.
Brandt's eyes widened and he slowly lowered his gun. He watched as Jane rose to her feet and out of his peripheral he could see Benji slowly pull himself up into a sitting position on the floor. For a moment, all Brandt could do was stare at her. She was alive. He had only known her for a short time, but in that moment he realized just how important it was to him that she was alive.
He gradually walked towards her. Brandt stood in front of her and words failed him. Instead, he lifted his hand and gently placed it on her neck. He just wanted to touch her—to physically feel that she was still there. That she was alive. He could feel her rapid pulse beat beneath his fingertips.
Jane placed her hand over his and nodded at him, "I'm okay."
"Well, I'm not," Benji's voice pierced the air and he groaned as he rubbed the back of his head.
Still unable to actually say anything to Jane, Brandt moved to Benji and crouched down beside him, "Don't try to get up just yet," he said as he felt the back of Benji's head, "You have a pretty sizeable lump forming back there."
"I'll get some ice," Jane said and with that she left the room.
Jane fought for control of the gun. She was aware of how close they were to the window. It was either give up control of this fight or she and Moreau were going to go through that window. She let go and let the other woman think she had the upper hand. Jane dropped down to her hands and knees and heard Brandt's voice yell out her name seconds before she used all the strength to kick back at Moreau.
The gun went off as Moreau screamed falling back out through the open window. It was done. Sabine Moreau was dead.
Her legs shook as she stood and locked eyes with Brandt. She stared at his stunned blue eyes and saw a look on his face that she was unable to read. He held her gaze as he walked towards her, reached out and placed a hand gently against her neck. Her already rapidly beating pulse increased its speed at his touch.
Brandt did not say anything, but he did not need to. The colour had drained from his face and his eyes were still wide set and full of concern—concern for her, she realized, and the thought caused a warm feeling to come over her. She gently lifted her own hand and placed it over his, smiling slightly as she nodded at him.
"I'm okay," she said softly.
"Well I'm not," said Benji from his position on the floor. Brandt stepped away from her to attend to him and she watched him for a moment before volunteering to get some ice for the bruise on Benji's head.
Truthfully, she needed a moment to herself. Her emotions were racing. She had killed the woman, who had taken Hanaway away from her. She thought she would feel better once she had, but she didn't. Then there was Brandt—how could she feel the things she was feeling for someone she had known for less than a week?
Jane grabbed some ice from the ice machine and returned back to the room, evermore confused and lost.
