Author's Note/Comment: Alright, Jaka Ray, I see where your coming from. Like "everything that happens in your chapters is from the movie"- What I think I'm lacking is really getting down deep into the thoughts of others. With the' everything that happens in the chapters is in the movie'– yeah. That war, erm, sorta the point of the fic. Having everything- well, maybe not everything- in the movie happen in the chapter- except from the views of others. I didn't want to change it.. It's more of how others on the plane, hotel, airport see it happening. Like– If you were just one of the other passengers on the plane and you saw Jackson run by with a pen in his throat- how'd you react/ what would you think? That sort of thing.

BUT- Ideas can change. And for the 'explore the possibilities'- would that count as having Points of Views of other's in the agency though they weren't in the movie? Planned to do that...sometime. And the idea with one of his goons being on the plane as well- consider it... considered. Consider it done, even. I think I've even got an idea who that second goon could be.

But, for now, Here's his main henchman...

- Alan -

Alan Sheo turned off the ignition, and the engine's hum died soon after. He folded his arms across the top of the wheel, leaning forward to gaze at the house. It was a nice house. It looked to be quaint and cozy. A good child-hood home for a person to have in their memories. That lucky, lucky girl, Lisa. Lucky Lisa. It made him scoff into the darkness. No. She wasn't lucky. She was sitting on the plane, next to Jackson.

Jackson. With his mind on Jackson, he leaned back into the seat and reached into his coat pocket for his slick cell phone. Making sure it was on, he flipped it open to look at the screen. There was nothing. No incoming calls, no missed calls, no messages, no nothing. Alan flipped the cover down lazily, plugging it into the charger before lifting his head to peer through the windshield.

There were two teens walking at the end of the street. A boy and a girl walking a large chocolate lab. The girl was holding onto the leash, nearly being pulled by the massive dog. The boy was watching the girl with a grin on his face, his hand out. He was offering to hold onto the leash, but the girl was shaking her head. His lips moved and the girl grinned. Apparently he made a joke of some sort.

Alan scoffed again. Those two teens were walking a dog, laughing and joking with each other while an assassin sat in a car down the road from them, a knife and gun in the passenger seat next to him. They were utterly clueless.

Reaching forward, he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a small wallet-photo. It was of Lisa and her father hugging each other. Alan, with a gentle smile, turned his head to the side, looking at the photo. They looked like they loved each other very much. Good. Wonderful. If Lisa cared about her father as much as was shown in the photo- Jackson should have no trouble convincing Lisa to make the call. If she did- he'd get a call from Jackson telling him that things went smoothly and that he could leave. If Lisa refused... well that was why there was a knife and gun lying next to him in the passenger's seat. Alan put the photo into a chest-pocket, already losing interest in it.

He turned the knob of the radio on gently, and the calm, smooth sounds filled the darkness around him. Again, he leaned forward on the wheel to watch the house.

Beep- beep- beep.

Alan's eyes fell down to his wrist watch. He turned the alarm off as he picked up the cell phone.

Time to call Jackson to make sure the plan was still in motion.

Author's Note: Alan Sheo is his name. There's a sort of 'hidden message' in it (forgot what it's called). If you figure it out (and post it in a review...with a review) - I dunno. Something awesome though.

Oh. And something else... This connects to when Jackson's in the bar with Lisa and then he gets a call- Atleast, that's how I think it happens...