Chapter 5 – Most Wanted

Tyana sprung into her apartment, glad that there were so many locks on the doors, and bolted every one of them. The attempts on her life had stopped a few thousand yards from her building but she wasn't willing to take any risks.

The first thing she did now that she was locked up safely inside her apartment was grab a gun from her Chest of Protection and check through her apartment for company. When it was apparent she was alone she dashed to the picture phone communicator and smashed the number of mission headquarters into the phone. She added Bretski's Extension number and waited shaken and impatiently for him to answer. Seconds later his face appeared on the screen.

"Morning Ty how's—" he noted the grave painting of her face, "What's wrong?"

"Someone tried to frailing kill me that's what's wrong" 

"What?"

"I went to eat because I was so frailing hungry and on my way back there was this little girl. And she said she was lost. So at first I thought it was totally weird because no one gets lost here. And it's even weirder 'cause she had a teddy bear, right? And so we started talking and then she just grins. And it was sick and twisted and it was horrible. And then someone started shooting at me. And they just didn't stop. And Bret I had to run. Me, I had to run away from a fight. I can't believe it" she shook violently as she said it, more out of anger than fear.

"Frail, Ty are you alright?"

"I'm not injured if that's what you mean"  

"Thank goodness, was anyone else?"

"I'm not sure; I was too busy running for my frailing life to see if the stray shots got anyone. I don't think so though, they were too close to me to have gotten anyone else. Bret I'm telling you, whoever was trying to kill me has a frailing good aim, I was scared shitless, I really was."

"Ok, Ty I think it's best if you just stay where you are now and I'm gonna have some people come and get you ok? We'll bring you back here for safety while we try and figure out who this person is, ok?"

"Bret, no! I just got out, I can't come back, I hate it there, you're the only person who will have a decent conversation with me and you're always working and I just hate it, I hate it"

"Tyana I'm sorry but someone is trying to kill you, broken heart or not, you're going to have to come back here" Bret explained calmly but firmly. He looked at the distress and panic on her face. She really did hate it in the vicinity. And so he hated having to insist upon it.

"Bret, what, what if I stay here? What if I don't leave my flat? They didn't follow me back here, maybe they don't know where I'm living, Bret please"

Bret stared at her through the screen, at her pleading eyes, at her small childlike expression. She was desperate. "Ty, you can't live locked up in your flat. How will you eat? It's hardly going to be any life"

"I don't care; I don't have a life when I'm locked up in the vicinity either. Bret, I'm begging you, let me stay here, I can protect myself, I'll always carry something with me, and communicators too. Please" Her hands were clasped towards over her chest, her violet eyes pleading through the strays of turquoise that had fallen in front of them.

He relented with a sigh, "alright BUT you must carry two weapons, you must carry two communicators and you must check in with me thrice a day. And Tyana, I assure you; if anyone else tries to kill you again you are coming straight back here. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly, crystal, yes, it's clear, I promise, I will do exactly that. Deal" she was nodding enthusiastically, flustered by getting her way.

"Ok, now I'm going to tell the head what happened, but Ty if he orders you back here you have to come, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah I know"

"Ok, I'll speak to you when I get news"

"Right, bye"

The screen went blank. Tyana sighed and sunk into a chair, trying her best to summon up a mental picture of who had been trying to kill her. All she remembered was he was big and dark. It was hardly a lead. She fell asleep that night clutching her gun.