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Achilles parked his car in the back of the building. He walked to the back door and opened it easily as it was not locked. He walked in quietly and took the service elevator up. He looked at the PDA and scanned through it. He hadn't seen a picture of his target yet. He got off on the 18th floor and walked down the hallway. He found the apartment door and looked around. He scanned past all the other maps and specs that were inside the PDA. The Agamemnon brothers had put in too much information and cluttered everything. Achilles took out his lock picking kit and inserted a small piece of metal into the keyhole, they he inserted another small screwdriver in and the door opened. He put the screwdriver back into his pocket and was about to walk in when one of Briseis's neighbors showed up.

"So are you her new boyfriend?" the man asked

Achilles looked up at him annoyed. He did not have time for this. The man was smug in his comments.

"Cause you know we're kinda dating"

"Isn't that kinda hard if she's been in Africa all this time?"

"We had a long distance thing going on"

"Right" Achilles punched him in the face and watched him fall to the floor,.

He walked into the apartment and closed the door quietly behind. He saw all the lights were already off and that his target was most likely sleeping. He walked in looking around at her apartment. It was quite messy. He saw dishes in the sink, clothes scattered about, and it looked as if the apartment exploded. He looked at the PDA and finally it showed a picture of her. His eyes widened as he realized who the target was. It was the girl from the laundry matt, and from earlier in the day with the boxes. She was the target. He froze there for a second.

What was he doing? Why was he even doubting himself or contemplating this? It was his job, a simple transport. Why was he debating this? He put the PDA back in his pocket and walked into her bedroom,

Briseis was sleeping in her bed, she was tired from the day's events. She slept in a cotton pink tank top and white boyshorts with pink hearts on them. Achilles walked closer and watched her sleep. He saw that her hair was different. He leaned down to see if it was really her. She stirred in her sleep a bit. Achilles did feel guilty for what he was about to do. He looked down and saw her shorts with pink hearts on them. He smiled as he knew it was really her. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out his handkerchief and a small spray bottle. He sprayed the handkerchief and put the spray bottle back into his jacket. He then held the cloth over her nose. He waited a few moments and then got up. He pulled and wrapped the blanket around her and then carried her up. He carried her out of her bedroom, carefully avoiding everything scattered on the floor and then out the door, and avoiding the guy he punched out. She was deep in sleep and snuggled closer against him. Achilles looked down at her as he waited for the service elevator. He had to admit he did like the new haircut on her. It made it easier for him to see her face. He stepped inside the elevator and still holding her. He walked out and carried her outside to his car. He opened the truck and put her inside. He felt bad as he closed the trunk. He got in his car and started to drive. He shook his head, this was just another job, nothing more. Nothing more. He looked at the PDA for the drop off location.

A few hours later he stopped at a rest stop. He got more gas and went inside to buy cigarettes and drinks. He wanted to see if she was ok in the trunk but afraid that she may jump out at him. He drove down the road more before he stopped to check on her. He opened the trunk and saw that she was still sleeping. Apparently nothing would wake this girl up. He brushed her hair aside and watched her for a moment longer before closing the trunk. He continued driving.

Hours later he started to hear kicking from the trunk. She apparently had woken up. He was almost at the drop off point, when he pulled over. He was smoking as he got out of the car and opened the trunk. Briseis screamed and tried to jump out at him. He held her down with one hand.

"You!" Briseis hissed

"I see you've woken up sleepy head"

"First you provoke me, then insult me, then stalk me, and now you're kidnapping me! What is wrong with you!"

"I wasn't stalking you. Wanna smoke?" he offered her the cigarette in his mouth,.

"Let me go!" Briseis struggled with him

"Can't do that, you're the package. Nothing personal."

"What? Why? Stop!" Briseis screamed out as he pushed her back down and shut the trunk door down on her.

Achilles reached the drop off point which was a an old, decrepit houseboat. He got out and opened the trunk. Briseis lunged at him. He grabbed her wrists and saw how angry and hurt she was in her brown eyes. He pushed her back down and grabbed the blanket and wrapped her tightly in it. She struggled in it as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She started screaming for anyone to help her. Achilles smacked her on her behind to silence her. Briseis was shocked that he did such a thing but continued screaming afterwards. Achilles walked onto the old houseboat falling apart. He walked in and there were a group of men sitting around a poker table.

"I'm dropping off something" Achilles said

One of the men got up to meet him.

"She the package?"

"Yeah, unharmed, where's my money?"

The man motioned for another man to give him a metal suitcase. They opened it and showed him the money. Achilles smiled and put Briseis down on the ground.

"My she is a pretty one"

Achilles looked at all the men leering at her, then he looked down at Briseis who was clearly frightened. She struggled to be free on the ground but was unable to do so. Achilles closed his eyes and said nothing. And he picked up the metal suitcase and walked away.

"Where are you going! You can't leave me here!" Briseis cried out

"Take her to the other room!" the man commanded

Achilles didn't look back he walked out and kept walking. He walked to his car got in and drove off. He saw the boathouse get smaller and smaller in the mirror. But he felt something inside him chewing away. He banged his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. Why was he feeling like this? He stopped the car, his brakes screeched and got out of the car. He let out a scream. He walked away from the car and started screaming some more. He stood there for a moment and looked down. He felt extremely guilty for what he had done, or rather something that felt like guilt. He was attracted to this woman. A woman he hardly knew, except that she was in the Peace Corps and had a fondness for panties with hearts on them. He was drawn to her, and he didn't know why. He started to walk back towards the car. And then it exploded.

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