Chapter 6

20:15

They ran through the crowded streets of Paris towards the hotel. People kept getting in her way. Hadn't she run like this earlier today? At least she's not in a linen suit. She had to stop the tight skirt that had seemed a good idea just two hours ago was hampering her run. He turned as if intuned to her thoughts and made his way to her. Pulling out his knife, she wondered fleetingly if it was the end. Getting on his knee, he took the fabric of the skirt. Cutting a long slit up the side. Something about it was strangely erotic. As if sensing her thoughts "Later." He growled. "Lets go."

It took them about a minute and they reached the Hotel. "What the hell is going on?" He whispered in her ear. She followed to the spot he was glaring. There stood Stalker, Flint, and Storm Shadow dressed in civilian clothing. She could tell that he had a com-link. "Who the hell is that I know it's not me."

"I don't doubt that he isn't you." She quipped

"Don't you trust me?"

"Oh I trust Flint. I just haven't decided if you're him or not. However, I know one thing. That's not Flint."

He leaned in close whispering in her ear. "So how do you know that's not Flint?"

"The pants. Flint hates pleats."

20:45

The Garrison

"She made contact."

"So she's dead."

"Well not exactly. I have a feeling ."

"I don't pay you for your feelings I pay you to do your job now kill the girl."

"Yes Sir.'

He was getting frustrated. If it was going to be this hard, "Listen scratch that. I'll do it my self it will be more enjoyable."

"Yes sir." Said the voice over the phone

"Better yet kill the two remaining Joes."

Paris in springtime he always wanted to go.

20:50

She felt silent hands trying to soothe her the nightmare was real. The flames licking her skin, the heat caressing her. She felt silent hands pull her out. She felt silent hands sooth her blisters. She felt silent hand cool to the touch comfort her. She felt the nightmare all over again. She smelled the burning flesh all over again. The choke of agony. The nightmare images until he blissfully knocked her out. She saw the rodder blades get closer about to cut her face. The she felt those silent hands and darkness but not this time those silent hands were calming her beckoning her to them. Gingerly she open her eyes. Her silent love was sitting on the bed seducing her to the world of the living.

(Good evening) he signed.

"How long have I been out?"

(About an hour)

She tried to get up but her head and stomach violently protested. Causing her to lose her second-class airport mush. What caused her to wonder which was worse it coming up or going down.

"Have they found Jaye?"

(No sweetheart, I don't think they have. Let pray they don't either because I don't think that's Flint.)

"What?"

(I don't know. But who ever that is, they knew that it was a trap. If some old friends hadn't pulled us out, we'd be crispy critters again)

"But, what about Lady Jaye we have to find her."

(Shana, your down and out for the count. Besides, I have a hunch that Jaye will find us.)