It was five minutes past two in the morning, and Jackson was parked a few yards away from an old building. The old station wagon that he stole a few hours before rumbled and complained. His night vision goggles showed him the sight of three men, armed talking on the bottom floor. Tearing the goggles from his left hand gripped the steering wheel, as he saw Lisa in the window on the top floor. A certain red headed ex wife, trying to get answer that Lisa didn't have. Switching the head lights on, he put the care in drive and slammed his foot into the accelerator. The car roared to life, reaching about fifty five before it crashed through the glass doors causing the building to shake. The three men had to drive out of the way. Jackson wasted no time jumping out of the car and into the ruble. He drew his gun and shot the first man in the stomach. With a terrible scream he fell to the floor. Jackson's light blue eyes scanned the dark lobby for the other two.

Upstairs the floor shook, and Madison tore her attention away from Lisa and on to the a few computer monitors that sat on her desk. Roughly she walked over to the desk and picked up the monitor to see what was happening down stairs. She smiled, and turned it around so Lisa could see what was happening.

"Looks like your boy friend is here."

Madison started unbuttoning her sleeves and rolled them up to her elbows. She looked over at the man with the bleeding nose.

"I want her ready for transport by the time I get back."

The man nodded as Madison walked toward a pair of double doors across the room, checking her guns along the way. Lisa's green eyes turned to the computer screen, Jackson gotten into a scuffle with another one of the men down stairs. Flipping then man on his back Jackson pulled his knife and stuck it into the man's inner thigh, twisting it. The man bled out in seconds, just in time for Jackson to duck his head as a bullet whizzed by and stuck into the concrete wall. Jackson returned fire, as he ripped the knife out of the dead body. Lisa wasn't sure if she was happy that he was there, or if she was going to be sick by his actions.

A cold hand touched her neck; she jumped into her seat and looked up at the man looming over her. His smile was rotten; she could feel his heated breath on her cheeks. He reached up and tugged at a curl letting it bounce back up. He seemed for a second amused. He then pulled into view a piece of duck tape, lowering it slowly on to her face. Softly he padded it down, and smiled again. Lowering his head down he kissed her duck taped mouth and then moved in front of her. He pulled at the hem of her blanket, causing it to come sliding off her half naked form.

He whistled at her, revealing in her body. Her long legs spread eagle tied tightly to the front legs of the chair. The building shook again, as some thing down stairs blew up. The man in front her didn't notice, he just simply leaned forward, and whispered in her ear.

"I think you broke my nose."

He said as his hand that rested on her shoulder slip down over the top of her breast. She suppressed the agonizing fear that was welling up in her gut.

"I think that you could help me feel a little better before she comes back with Jackson's head on a stick. What do you think?"

Lisa wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. She wanted to put a bullet right into his chest. However she couldn't do any of those things unless she went along with it. He would have to untie her if wanted to do whatever it was he had in mind. She took in a deep breath and fluttered her eye lashes at him; she remembered using this move in high school on Tyler Flynn it worked then.

He squeezed her breast with an excited grin on his face

"I knew that you couldn't have done what you did to Jackson with being such a naughty girl."

Lisa's eyes flickered over to the computer screen; Madison has just made her way down stares. Jackson had just put a bullet in between some ones eyes. The looked at each other with their guns pointed. Lisa heard the ropes on her legs loosen. She felt his rough calloused hands run up her thigh in between her legs. She felt an urge to kick him, but suppressed it. She would need more limbs to take him out. Instead she let out a fake muffled moan. With a swift motion of his hand her hands where free. Her chest was breathing freely. He reached around and pulled her out of the chair. Picking her up Lisa wrapped her legs around him. He started to kiss her neck, this was the moment. She raised her fist into the air and knocked him straight in the temple. His legs collapsed, and she fell face first into the floor.

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"You're a fool Jackson."

Madison said her voicing echoing through out the trashed lobby. Jackson laughed, it was wicked.

"You're even more pathetic then I thought. Rescuing a woman who doesn't even want you. You're a love sick mangy dog, she has done nothing but ruin you're life."

Jackson rolled his eyes,

"Jealous much?"

She cocked the gun, and her eyes narrowed.

"Hardly."

Jackson stepped over the dead body her gun unwavering. Madison stood up slowly,

"Oh I think so; sorry you couldn't keep our marriage together. You're pussy isn't that good."

Jackson said trying to get under skin. In all reality she was a control freak, and he couldn't be her dog. Madison lowered her gun and set it aside.

"Oh baby, I don't need to shoot you." She said taking her glasses off, "I'm going to beat you to death instead."

She walked toward him quickly; Jackson didn't pull the trigger in time as she kicked it out of his hands. For a short woman she had a long reach, he thought as he through his arm up to block another kick. Holding her leg he tried to throw her off balance, however she jumped into the air and spun her body to give him a good whack to her face with her high heeled boots. The edge scratched his cheek. Taking a few steps back he was on the defense blocking her lefts and rights. Finally countering by grabbing her by her pony tailing and whipping her into a cement wall. He then grabbed her by her long neck and pushed her through the broken window, her suit tore as it caught the glass. He jumped through the window after her, but she had recovered quickly and tossed a brick at his head. He ducked only to be kicked in the knee, making him collapse to the pavement for a moment. Glass was digging into his knees. Madison kicked him in the head, making him bash into the window sill. She went to kick him again, but he caught her foot and pushed her back. Landing on her back, Madison was quick as lightening and was on her feet. With her gun drawn, her nose pouring blood. Her red hair ruffled, her lips cracked.

"Pussy."

Jackson said getting to his feet, there was a long gash above his left eye. Madison ran her shaky hand under her nose wiping some of the blood away.

"Fuck you Jackson."

She cocked the gun, and a shot did ring in his ears. However he was still alive. He looked over Madison was lying on her side, the gun sliding toward him. Looking up he saw Lisa walking around the building, clad in a pinstriped suit jacket that didn't quite fit, black underwear, and duck taped plastered over her lips. He chuckled to him self as he got to his feet.

He walked over to Lisa, feeling strangely relieved, He grabbed her by the side of her face gently, and did something he didn't want to do. His lips met the tape that covered her lips, his fingers tangled in her hair. He pulled away for a second, the duck tape prevented him from feeling her lips, but he was satisfied none the less. Lisa pushed him back, and pointed the gun at him. She ripped the duck tape off her face, the pain made her grimace. Her green eyes stared him down.

"Where the fuck were you?"

Jackson started coming back toward her not believing what he assumed the gun to be an idol threat,

"I went out and got breakfast."

Lisa ran her hands through her hair,

"Bullshit!

Jackson looked inside the building there was a fire building in side the lobby. The cops would be here soon, he didn't time for this.

"You said that would be safer with you!"

He rolled his eyes and rubbed his soar neck.

"Jesus fucking Christ Lisa! Your fine, I came to your rescue against every one and including my self's best interests. I could have let her kill you!"

Lisa laughed and shot at him. Purposely it missed him, though he looked at her with a sever distrust.

"No, you wouldn't let some one else do that."

Jackson laughed she knew him so well, with out even trying. He came closer, the Beretta stuck into his chest.

"Be calm Leese we don't have time for this. We can play how many ways you've ruined my life later. The building is on fire, and if we don't leave now we will have a lot of unwanted attention."

Lisa pointed the gun down and shrugged,

"Okay but I get to be the top hat."

A joke? She was unbelievable. His eye brows rose, and he laughed silently.

"Cute."

He said grabbing her hand and leading her off to the woods. He could hear the silence in the distance and ushered her to hurry along.

"I've thought of a plan on the way over here."

He said helping her down from a rock. Keeping a tight grip on her hand as they kept walking.

"When we've found a nice place to shack up for the night I'll brief you."

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Madison's fingers twitched, as her eyes opened. She sat up and groaned she could hear sirens in the distance. Ripping open her shirt, revealing a bullet proof vest, she ripped the bullet out. Her hand enclosed around it, squeezing it her hand shook. Getting to her feet, she searched around for Jackson. Her eyes saw nothing, she shook with anger. And jogged to the back side of the burning building, her black Trans am was parking on a hidden back entrance. Taking a last glance at the burning building she wondered if Eddy was inside burning alive. Not that she would have run in there to save him, but it would be less costly to hire and train another assistant. She shrugged, and spun out her tires before shooting off down the road.