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This story is focused on Jesse, but of course I have included the others, cause they are apart of who he is.
So with that said, here is my new chapter
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Chapter 3: Breakfast with the Enemy.
All Jesse could think as he walked out if the elevator of the hotel, was that he was hungry. Except for the little bag of peanuts from the plane, he hadn't had anything to eat in days. The maitred spoke up, "Sir would you like a table?"
"Yes, " said Jesse as he followed the man to a table to wards the back.
"Will this table be alright with you sir?"
"Yes, it will be fine."
"Very good sir, a waiter will be with you in a minute."
A few minutes passed and here came the waiter, " May I get you something to drink well you decide what to order sir?" asked the waiter.
"Yes, coffee please, thank you."
"Your welcome sir, will be right back with your coffee."
Jesse sat there for about 15 minutes looking at the menu, couldn't decide what he wanted. The omelet sounded good, but so did the scrambled eggs and bacon. Finally deciding to order both, he waited for the waiter, who he saw talking to the maitred , and watched as he went the kitchen and come back with his coffee.
"Sorry delay sir, had to make fresh pot." said waiter.
"That fine. Place looks busy."
"Very busy, convention in town. Running out of places for people to sit." the waiter said with a small smile.
"I don't mind sharing my table, if it will help."
"Actually it would sir, are you sure you don't mind?"
"I am sure," Jesse said as the waiter walked over to a woman at the bar, and motioned to her that there was a table available. As she turned around Jesse saw her look toward him and smile, it was dark by the dark so he couldn't really see her face clearly. She stood up and walked over, he noticed she was wearing a a black sleeveless turtleneck, and a knee-length loose black skirt. As she came closer, he saw her face, and realized that she was Dasimah Imah.
Jesse stood up, and she sat down. Jesse sat back down in his chair.
"It was very nice of you to share your table,"she said with a smile. " My name is Dasimah, what's yours?"
"David, nice to meet you, Dasimah. Very unusual name you have."
"My grandmother gave it to me, no idea what it means." she said with a smile.
The waiter comes back and hands Dasimah a menu. "Will give you a moment to look over the menu. Would you like something to drink while you wait?"
"Yes coffee, please."
"Very good, coming right up."
"So are you here for the convention?"
"No, you?"
"No, conventions bore me." she said with a smile.
"Me too, they always have." he said as the waiter returned with Dasimah's coffee.
"Are you two ready to order?" the waiter asked.
"Ladies first." said Jesse.
"I will have the pancake breakfast."
"Very good choice madam, and you sir?"
"The omelet, with scrambled eggs and bacon."
"Very fine choice, both your orders will be ready in a moment."
They made small talk for about five minutes until their orders arrived, then preceded to eat in silence. Jesse was really unsure of where to start trying to figure out what she was up to. He kept wondering why he had taken off without knowing this part. And then the truth donned on himself
It's because Lexa withheld key information from us, yet again. When I get back, if I get back, I am going to give Lexa apiece of my mind for this ...his thoughts broken by Dasimah talking to him.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" he asked.
"I asked if you were alright. You seem angry about something."
"Well I am angry, but not at you. Just someone not telling me the truth."
"Oh I understand. I had a friend years ago who lied to me. Really did a number on me, let me tell you."
"Really sorry to hear that." said Jesse. He thought he could see a glimpse of the pain in her eyes.
"Thanks, I sometimes wish I could go back in time, and prevent it from happening."
"Yeah, if only we could. I know a lot of people who would go for it."
"I am definitely one of those. I don't know, this person betrayed me in such away, it is hard for me to trust anyone, even myself."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not sure you would understand." she said, Dasimah wanted nothing more than to to this man about what happened to her, but she already sensed he was lying to her. Being Psionic had it's disadvantages. She knew he wasn't who he said he was, and she always had her guard up around those kinds of people. "Besides, I don't want to bore you with silly details. Let's just enjoy breakfast.
"Good idea, so how old are you?"
"David, don't you know better than to ask a girl her age," she said with a smile. "Just kidding, I'm 17."
"So what brings you to Singapore?" asked Jesse. He was fast realizing he needed to quit thinking about how beautiful she was, she was too young for him, and the enemy.
"Business and maybe pleasure." she said with a sly smile. "What about you, what brings you to Singapore?"
" Trying to locate a business partner."
"Locate? What happen he disappear, or something?"
"No, nothing like that. I don't actually know the person I am suppose to meet."
"How is that possible?"
"I was sent by a company to meet this person." As he said he noticed her eyes look to the left just behind him. He caught glimpse of a man wearing a black suit.
"You OK?"
"No, I'm sorry I have to go." As Dasimah stood up she came face to face with another man dressed in black. Jesse looked up at the same time Dasimah did and saw up on the 2nd floor landing was 3 men standing there holding guns. Jesse looked around at the other 13 people in hotel restaurant, who were fast realizing something was wrong, and all hell broke lose as a woman screamed, and bullets started flying.
Jesse knocked Dasimah to the ground to cover her. Jesse massed to protect them both. He could hear screaming all around him. Then the shooting stopped and he unmassed. He slowly looked around, what he saw as he looked around sickened him, everyone but the shooters, him and Dasimah were dead.
Jesse watched as a man came toward him and Dasimah. Jesse held his guard up, so he could mass again if needed.
"Mr. Kilmartin, nice to see you again." Jesse looked up to see a familiar face. Didn't know his name, but he remembered him as one of the agents who tortured him weeks ago at the Dominion warehouse.
"Wish I could say the same, Agent Barnett."
"Oh you wound me. Give it up, Kilmartin give me the girl."
"Give what up, I was just eating breakfast?"
"Dasimah, did you really think you could hide from us forever?" asked Agent Barnett.
Jesse rolled off her, as they both stood up, Jesse holding her hand. "Yes, I did, as a matter of fact."
"Dasi, I will let you live if you hand over the weapon."
"Not on your life!" she said as she spit in his face.
"No, not on mine. His!" he said as he pointed the gun at Jesse face. "Now take me to the weapon, and you both live."
Dasimah looked at Jesse. He had just saved her life, and now, his life was in her hands. She had tons of questions to ask, one being why did they call him Mr. Kilmartin? Dasimah knew she only had one decision to make. "OK, it's upstairs, follow me," she said never letting go of Jesse's hand.
Upstairs ..........
As they were walking, Dasimah leaned closer to Jesse and said, " Why did he call you Mr. Kilmartin?"
Jesse starting thinking she used to be apart of Mutant X with Lexa, even though she has changed, I am just going to have to hope apart of her still believes in the mission of Mutant X. "Cause, my real name is Jesse Kilmartin."
"What? Why did you lie to me earlier?" her voice rising. Jesse looked back at the agents, who seemed to care less that they were talking.
"Cause I wasn't sure I could trust you."
"And now?"
"Still not sure, but don't have any other options right now."
"Gee, thanks. So what else didn't you tell me, Jesse?"
"I belong to Mutant X."
"Mutant X? I used to belong to Mutant X. Why are you here?"
"Saw your name on a list of agents for the Dominion, and wanted to know what they were paying you to do."
"They aren't paying me to do anything. I stole a few things from them 2 weeks ago, and as you can see they want it back." she said slightly jerking her head in the direction of the agents behind them.
"What did you steal?"
"A potion." she said.
"What kind of potion?"
"A potion,actually a virus, that if used, can kill any mutant in 72 hours. The Dominion uses it to force certain mutants to do what they want. You see the Dominion has the virus, and the cure. Well, they did."
"How does this potion work?"
"One way only, a dart is dipped into the potion, and the mutant is shot with it." she said, giving Jesse the impression she had personal knowledge of the damage one of these dart could do.
Arriving at the room ........
Walking into Dasimah's hotel room, Jesse knew what he had to do. He wasn't sure he could trust Dasimah, but he knew he had to stop the Dominion from getting this potion back. Jesse watched as Dasimah walked over to her closet and took out a metal box.
Dasimah walked over to where Jesse was, she got a feeling coming from him, and opened up her Psionic senses. She didn't realize what he was about to do, until he reached out his hands, and she felt herself sliding through the floor. Jesse felt a slight stinging pain as they phased. They landed on the floor below. Jesse on his feet, Dasimah on her butt.
"Come on, we have to get out of here," he said giving her a hand up.
"I have a car in the parking garage. 3 floors down," she said, looking to her left as armed men came running at them. "Do it!" she screamed as they yet again phased through the 3 floors landing in the parking garage.
"Let me help you up," he said with a smirk, helping her off the pavement. "You get used to the landings."
"I hope so. That was almost broke my neck."
"Let's get out of her before they catch up. Which is your car?"
"This one over here, I'll drive us to the train station."
"Wait! Where we going?"
"Malaysia, I have a friend there who can help us out."
"Your friend like us? Mutant?"
"Yes, Laily is a feline-feral. And a med student."
"Wait why do we need a med- student?"
"Cause of this," she said pointing to a small speck of blood forming on his shirt.
"Whoa, how did that happen?" he said lifting up his shirt, and noticing a small hole. He looked up at Dasimah. "How did you know?"
" I was in your head when we phased, and felt it when you got shot."
"Is this a dart? Or regular bullet?"
"Don't worry just bullet. He fired just as we phased and you caught it when we landed on the floor below." she said, then noticing the strange look on Jesse added. " When you phased it was on it's way though you, then you unphased, trapping the bullet inside you, which explains the lack of blood."
"OK, there is something you aren't telling me, isn't there?"
"Yes, if we don't get the bullet out, the bullet will travel through your bloodstream to your heart, killing you."
"Wait!" he said as she started walking toward her car. "How do you expect me to make it to Malaysia?"
"Your molecular right?" she asked. After Jesse nodded, she went on, "Then you should be able to mass the area around the bullet, several times until I can get you some help."
"Massing will stop the blood flow altogether."
"Not if you mass, then release after 2 minutes."
"OK, let's go." he said walking with her to her car."
Off in the distance ..........
Agent Barnett watches as the drive away. He picks up his cell phone and places a call, " We have a slight problem. Jesse Kilmartin was shot. Yeah, everything else is going as planned. Yeah, she's in."
OK, sorry took so long to get this chapter written. Thank my friend Mari for helping me figure out how to do something,lol. Might be a delay in the next chapter, cause I haven't started writing it yet, but I know what I want it to be about.
