Make the Call
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Chapter Two: Release
All Jackson could feel was guilt every time he looked at Lisa. He had hurt her by forcing her to make the call. Now that he had messed up and she knew the full horror of she had done, she was in a far worse state.
He wanted to fix things.
"Listen to me, Leese. As soon as this plane lands, I'm gonna let you go," Jackson whispered to Lisa, who was still crying.
Lisa glanced over at him, disbelief showing on her face. She shook her head.
"Why?" she asked. "Why did you make me do this?"
"I had to, Leese. My life was on the line, as well as yours. Now the call has made, Keefe is going to die and I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I never wanted to hurt you, Leese—you have to believe me."
"How can I trust you?"
Good question. He had shown himself to be untrustworthy several times. He never meant to, but things happened.
"I'm going to call him off," Jackson said with a grim smile. He was going to raise hell for what he was about to do. He picked up the phone and slid Lisa's credit card. "I'm going to let your dad go, right now."
Lisa was in shock. She froze.
Why was he doing this? Why did he care so much? She was just another target and this was just another job…yet it felt so different.
"Hey," he greeted his associate, once he picked up the phone. "There's been a change in plans. The girl's done for—I don't need you to keep an eye on the father anymore."
"What happened?" questioned his associate.
"She made the call and then tried to make a break for it. I…I killed her. Lisa Reisert has been terminated," lied Jackson. Lisa was shaking beside him, but the call was for her own good. "The job will still go on."
"Should I kill the father?"
"There's no need. The death of his little girl will do that for him. Besides, two deaths would be suspicious."
"Okay then," the associate agreed before hanging up.
Jackson turned to Lisa.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, her lips trembling. Her beautiful lips…
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I lied to him. It's the only way I could do it."
"What about Keefe? You let us go, but what about him and his family?"
Shit, what was he going to do about Keefe? He wanted Lisa to be happy. He did not want to hurt her anymore and he wanted to stop the pain that he had caused. There was only one thing that Jackson could do.
He placed the phone and her credit card in her hand. Her brown eyes looked at him questioningly.
"Make the call to Cynthia. If you do this right, we can fake their deaths and save them."
"If we don't?" Lisa asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Then we're all dead—the Keefes, your father, you, and me. We're all dead, Leese."
They had one chance to change things—once chance to save them all. One last shot at fixing things. But time was not on their side.
As Flight 1019 neared Miami, a group of men waited upon a fishing boat near the Lux Atlantic, waiting and watching for their targets to appear…
Author's Notes:
I originally was only writing a one-shot, but it's become a story. Just a short story, but a story nonetheless. Enjoy! Next chapter, hopefully tomorrow.