Discovered
The computer's brightness, whose light blinded Ayane, sat on the plain and brown table. The benign haired assassin immediately started typing in a gentle furor that Ayane admired. Fingers met keyboard softly and eyes darted from one side to another. Christie, gaping with glacial eyes at the screen, made her fingers fly with grace and elegance. Within a matter of minutes, Christie rested her gaze upon Ayane.
"Ayane, I'm going to need your help."
Voice laden with sarcasm Ayane spoke, "Sure, I love killing people. I love putting their guts on the wall. I love..." Christie abruptly broke off her sentence.
"Don't be a smartass," her eyes overcast with revolt, "I need you to spy on Christopher. Do not…I repeat….do not kill him. Just learn where he's going next; if that's anywhere, and tell me any other aliases."
"That's it? You can do that by yourself."
"He will recognize me." She paused for a moment. She seemed to be drowning in unseen pain. "He knows I'm onto him.
"Alright, whatever. What's the location?"
"Not very far actually. Here's the address." Ayane grabbed a pamphlet, immediately heading for the spot.
The location seemed to be a rundown hotel. Ayane walked beneath the neon light and she swore it was soon to collapse on her head.
They've never heard of a vacuum? The rug's very fibers were permeated with dust and grime. The lobby was desolate. Ayane wasn't surprised a tumbleweed didn't roll across the floor. Fortunately for the ninja, the clerk was asleep. His hat lying over his eyes, he rested his arms upon his obnoxious girth.
Ayane shirked to the front desk and jumped over with a slight and gentle thud. She grabbed the papers and skimmed through them
Christopher Ballard, no, Pierre Wellington, no, ahh……David Bogart. Room 312. This is way too easy.
Laying the papers down, she rushed up the steps.
308, 309, 310, 311, ahhh...312
The room was completely silent. A thick, deadly pall of silence was cast in the hallways, yet Ayane was not afraid. She had been in worse. She had been locked in a cell with the stench of death engulfing her senses. Although these halls were red from the very cheap neon lights, it didn't bother her, not much anyway. She opened the door with a slight twist of a pin. It snapped open and she stepped inside. Despite the exterior's hideousness, the room was actually quite nice. A leather futon in the corner, covered in pristine sheets. It was illuminated in the ghastly light of the moon. And a clean looking bed in the corner, for all she knew. Finding nothing, Ayane began to search in his drawers and closets. In a jacket she found a journal.
Journal Log : March 22
She's after me. I'm going insane. I can hear her gun cock in the middle of the night. I dream of her face and its twisted coldness……a woman scorned is nothing to mess with. It's just my luck we shared a fling. It's just my luck that she fell in love with me. It's just my stupidity…. that would compel me to cheat on her. Not only is she doing her duty, but she's doing it with vengeance…. I'm going to regret this….. Ayane paused. Those words shocked and cut through her. She never knew such a cold woman could feel love. She now knew why Christie was hunting him down relentlessly. Not only did duty compel her, but now she had a reason besides duty to kill him. She skipped a few lines. I can't believe I ran from DOATEC for money. I'm so fuckin stupid, and now this crazy broad is after me. Heh, but the money is worth it. I'm gettin' 5 million dollars in cash. If I keep up this running and hiding scheme long enough I'll make it. I know I can do it. As long as I don't go nuts dreaming about that skank, I'll be fine. Ayane flipped the page. She was disgusted by his disregard for women.
Journal Log: March 24
There's someone with her. I saw her at the airport today. She was a beautiful Japanese girl, with the strangest hair I've seen. Although she looks so innocent, I can see in her eyes that she's capable of so much more. The way she walks, the way her eyes lay at a soft façade. I can see right through her. Ayane turned the page, very interested at thispoint. Now I have two crazy women after me. Perfect…… just perfect. Ah, I'm so pissed I have to keep this journal as proof of my exploits to these guys. Well, this will show 'em. I'm also pissed as to how I got in with these guys. I didn't want to leave DOATEC, but their salary wasn't cuttin' it. These guys had somehow heard of me and they approached me one day. They were quiet….wayyy too quiet. Anywhoo… They insisted that they remain nameless. One guy confronted me and said they needed information on DOATEC. I gladly obliged. Of course I had my apprehensions, yet I still did it. These guys looked tough, unstoppable. Even the women looked fearsome. I am no coward but I did feel a bit safer. Luckily for me, these guys said they will protect me against Christie and that other girl. I pity those women's souls. We meet :
RENROC EROTS, TNEMESAB. The journal ended. Ayane's heart began to palpitate quickly. Now there were more people she had to worry about. She scribbled the code on her hand.
Ayane closed the book and stuck it back in its prospective place.
Ayane read it slowly aloud, "REN….ROC…..EROTS…TNEMESAB. Sounds like another language."
A screech could be heard behind Ayane. The door suddenly swung wide open. Christopher cocked his gun and prepared to shoot. Unfortunately, all he could see was the curtains gently blowing in the night breeze.
Ayane had gasped and leapt straight for the wide open window. Her body soared through the opening, and she hit the ground. She rolled in order to break her fall and ran as fast as she could to the hotel. She flung the door open and explained everything to Christie.
"Now we have something more to worry about than killing him….Dammit."
Ayane stood still, contemplating the best way to take these people out. Something else was bothering her.
"Christie, I read his journal."
"Yeah, and…."
"I saw what he meant to you."
Christie paused. Everything in the room seemed to fall silent. Christie's eyes watered and she skipped the subject.
"It's nothing that should concern you. Renroc Erots Tnemesab?"
"Oh yeah, it's something I found in his journal." Christie took a piece of paper and wrote the message down.
She then put every word backwards and came up with something.
"Corner Store, Basement…..We have to hurry Ayane. Take him out and be done with it."
"Are you serious? If his journal was true, he'll have people in every corner of that damn basement."
Christie let a few seconds elapse, "I thought ninja were crafty." Christie smiled.
Ayane somehow smiled through her disgust. Although Christie was depressing, Ayane began to grow a soft spot. She began to feel the makings of warmth in her heart. Ayane was becoming Christie's friend. She saw through those eyes of glass. She saw a human being.
No! Friendship and trust is reserved for those who deserve it! Yet, Ayane couldn't help but feel guiltChristie had not killed her, despite the fact that Ayane was sent to murder her in cold blood. However, duty comes first and Christie's life was soon to be taken.Christie donned herself in dark gray, and Ayane stayed in her normal murky colored purple. Christie took her silencer, combat knives and small dirks. Ayane equipped deadly looking swords, poison darts, and a number of other things. Ayane smiled, this long night was soon to be over. Two beautiful women would leave the room, and only one would return.