Hello everyone thanks for not abandoning my story. Sorry it took so long to update but the computer I was saving my chapters on decided to stop working so I wasn't able to update. But don't worry I'm going to be saving my chapters on another computer so I'll be able to update more often. Okay now on with the story. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Collateral. I only own the characters you don't recognize.

Chapter 3. "I'm telling on you."

As soon as the cab disappeared from sight Vincent turned and started toward the front entrance. There was no one sitting at the front desk when he walked in. Vincent already knew that there wouldn't be anyone there. Nicki, the secretary, would be watching her favorite soap opera right now and Marcus, the landlord, would be out buying whatever he felt he needed at the moment. Vincent couldn't help but smile. It was so easy to formulate a plan when people had a routine that they stuck to. He quickly made his way towards the stairs to the second floor. When he came to the landing at the top of the stairs, he paused for a moment. There was no one in sight.

"This is turning out better than expected." He thought. No one would even know he was here.

He continued walking down the hall, his eyes darting back and forth between the numbers over the doors on either side of the hall. He stopped about halfway down the hall in front the door with the number he was looking for. Number 63. He paused for a moment to make sure no one was coming then pulled out a small skeleton key from his pocket. He started to insert the key into the lock when a small voice behind him caused him to jump slightly with surprise.

"What do you think your doing?" The voice said, in a very accusing tone.

Vincent spun around in shock. There, standing in the hallway, hands on her hips, trying to look intimidating and annoyed at the same time, was a little girl. For a half a second Vincent forgot how to speak.

"Well?" The child asked impatiently.

"I'm here to visit a friend." He said quickly, looking around to see if there was anyone else around. There was no one. Vincent frowned. How had she gotten here? There had been no one there a second ago.

"Are you here to see Carol?" The girl asked.

"Yes, I'm an old friend." Vincent said patiently, hoping that she would believe him and just leave. Unfortunately, it was clear that she wasn't buying it.

"If you're a friend why are you trying to break into her apartment?" She asked haughtily, using the tone of someone whom knew exactly what you were doing and was simply asking to see what you would say.

Vincent scowled. This girl was just plain annoying. "I wasn't breaking in." He said, his eyes narrowing down to slits. "I have a key."

"Carol doesn't give her keys out to anyone." She retorted.

"She gave one to me." Vincent replied, holding up the key.

"You're a liar." The girl said defiantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Why would you say that?" Vincent said quietly, taking a step towards her.

The girl backed up. "B… because you are." She said hesitantly, suddenly unsure of how wise her actions were.

"How do you know that?" Vincent asked, his voice still quiet, but with the hint of a threat. This girl was becoming a problem.

Mkenzie strolled lazily down the cold street towards her destination. She had gotten out of the cab about three blocks from her intended stop. It didn't really matter to her; she wasn't in a hurry to get there.She sighed contentedly, not minding the biting wind that struck her face painfully. All around her people from all walks of life pushed past her eager to get out of the unfriendly weather. Mkenzie paid them no heed. She inhaled deeply, the cold air made the action rather painful, but Mkenzie didn't care. She felt alive.

Out here, without the walls of the small apartment suffocating her at every moment, she felt free. Outside in the free air Mkenzie remembered why she was here in the first place.

Revenge.

What did it matter if she pissed off some people who really shouldn't be messed with? Whatever the cost, Armys would pay for his betrayal. Going to the FBI with information was the perfect revenge. Armys was a "respectable" man in the eyes of the world. If they knew him for what he really was, his reputation would be ruined. He would be ruined. However, it was not enough that he merely lose his reputation. She wanted him in prison. He had been in prison once before and he had sworn he would never go back. Being in prison would be like a slow death for him, and that was exactly what Mkenzie wanted. It was only fair that he should be punished, after all, because of his betrayal he had almost gotten her killed twice and he had succeeded in getting a close friend of hers killed.

She shook her head, banishing all thoughts of Armys from her mind. It didn't really matter any more; soon the FBI would have enough evidence to put him away for good. Everything would be finished in a few weeks time.

"Nothing to worry about." She reassured herself as she reached her destination.

Sarah wished that she had listened to her mother when she had told her not to leave the apartment. Unfortunately, the thought of being alone for a few hours while her mother went out had not been very appealing. When she had heard a noise across the hall, she had thought that Carol had come back. When she opened the door, silently since she was hoping to scare Carol again, the person she saw was not Carol. It was a man. He was doing something with the lock on Carol's door. Immediately she surmised that the man must be a robber trying to break in and, feeling very bold indeed, went out to confront him. The thought of what might happen to her if he really was a robber had never crossed her mind… until now. She stood still for a moment, wondering what she should do. When she had first spoken to him, she had felt so bold and confident, but now the man seemed very scary to her and she was suddenly unsure what to do. Should she scream? Try to run away? She quickly decided on the latter since the thing she wanted the most was to be far away from him. Sadly, before she actually tried to run she said something very foolish.

"I'm telling on you."

The man seemed a bit confused by her statement. "What?"

She drew herself up to her full height, which wasn't very much, and spoke again.

"I'm telling on you." She repeated, then spun around and ran off.

She didn't get very far.

Before she had taken three steps a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her off the ground and a large hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her surprised shriek.

"You're not going anywhere." He hissed.

Uh-oh, another cliffhanger. Sorry about that people, but I couldn't resist. Well anyway, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please remember to read and review. All constructive criticism you might have is welcomed and appreciated.
Oh and something else, The name"Armys" is pronounced "Arimus"

Winged Seraph: Thank you so much, glad you liked the second chapter.Mkenzie didn't meet Vincent yet, but don't worry she'll meet him soon evil laugh. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I hope you liked this chapter. It turned out to be longer than I expected it to, but that's ok. I think people enjoy reading longer chapters. Am I right? Anyways, thanks for the kind review. Namarie

SpadesJade: Hi, glad you like my story. Well I hope you liked this chapter. Yeah, yeah I know, another evil cliffhanger.Lol. :-DDon't worry you shouldn't have to wait too long for chapter four(even though I think chapt.4 is going to end in a cliffhanger too evil laughter). Well anyway, thank you for your wonderful review.
Namarie