Chapter Twenty-Seven
David As a new day broke out before us, Anya and I found ourselves unsure of what our next move should be. We were in hiding, in a place that we would unlikely be searched for. Hopefully, Nicole was the same. We had twelve and a half days to keep low profiles, and nothing to pass the time quickly with. Eventually, Anya decided to go out. Where or for what, I cannot say. She called a taxi to take her out, and I could think of nothing to do but stay.
While Anya was away, I turned on the television and watched the morning news. Perhaps I'd see something that could give a hint as to what Calico had been up to the last day. I was right. On the news, there was a report of an assassination in the New York train station Nicole, Anya, and I had departed from. Apparently, as shown by camera, Calico had brought pictures of me and Anya from our apartments and shown them to a ticket seller, asking if he'd seen us and then demanding where we'd gone while discharging a firearm and holding it to the man's head. When he claimed that such information was classified, she cocked the gun and received her answer. We had bought round-trip tickets to Chicago, meaning we could get off anywhere we wanted between New York and there, and then return whenever we pleased within the year. "Thank you." Calico said, and then turned, as if to leave. Next, the camera showed a close-up of the ticket-man reaching to sound the alarm. But the camera zoomed out in time to show Calico fire and kill him before another movement could be made. She just left him there, blood spilling from the perfect circle in his forehead. She knew which train we'd taken. That meant that she'd be looking for us and would find us unless we made a movement. Anya and I had to leave, and soon. I wouldn't risk Anya's life being taken.or my own.
David As a new day broke out before us, Anya and I found ourselves unsure of what our next move should be. We were in hiding, in a place that we would unlikely be searched for. Hopefully, Nicole was the same. We had twelve and a half days to keep low profiles, and nothing to pass the time quickly with. Eventually, Anya decided to go out. Where or for what, I cannot say. She called a taxi to take her out, and I could think of nothing to do but stay.
While Anya was away, I turned on the television and watched the morning news. Perhaps I'd see something that could give a hint as to what Calico had been up to the last day. I was right. On the news, there was a report of an assassination in the New York train station Nicole, Anya, and I had departed from. Apparently, as shown by camera, Calico had brought pictures of me and Anya from our apartments and shown them to a ticket seller, asking if he'd seen us and then demanding where we'd gone while discharging a firearm and holding it to the man's head. When he claimed that such information was classified, she cocked the gun and received her answer. We had bought round-trip tickets to Chicago, meaning we could get off anywhere we wanted between New York and there, and then return whenever we pleased within the year. "Thank you." Calico said, and then turned, as if to leave. Next, the camera showed a close-up of the ticket-man reaching to sound the alarm. But the camera zoomed out in time to show Calico fire and kill him before another movement could be made. She just left him there, blood spilling from the perfect circle in his forehead. She knew which train we'd taken. That meant that she'd be looking for us and would find us unless we made a movement. Anya and I had to leave, and soon. I wouldn't risk Anya's life being taken.or my own.
