Chapter 5: The Beginning of an End

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing the cloths Edward had given me. The jeans were tight but comfortable. The vest was just the right size and the shirt actually didn't look awkward over it. You could barely tell that I was wearing a bulletproof vest as long as you didn't know what to look for. I was wearing black head to toe and my hair was pulled back tightly into a French braid that I did by myself. I had taught myself a while back when my hair started to become ridiculously long, but I cannot seem to do anyone else's hair. I had on black sneakers and my weapons were all in place: three guns and about five concealed knives. Not to mention the all the extra ammo I had hidden. I didn't feel like enough to face them. I still was not sure who they were as it was. I sighed and sat on the chair at the table.

Edward sat looking at me. He had changed into black jeans, a black shirt with vest that I could easily see because I knew what to look for, and a long black trench coat like jacket. He was also wearing regular black sneakers. I would have thought for him to wear combat boots or something like that. Although that thought made me laugh a little.

"What is it?" He looked at me with a raised brow.

"Nothing." I swallowed the laugh, "Are we ready to go?"

He nodded his head, but the puzzlement on his face did not fade. "You have all your weapons?"

"Yeah. And you."

He simply nodded. His eyes showed nothing like he was empty. That look had an eerie resemblance to my own eyes. I shook it off and sat up straight.

"What's the plan?"

He stood and grabbed his car keys. "I take you in as my prisoner. Pretend to have you tied up and then once we are deep in the building we both cause havoc."

I stood and followed him to the door. Rather have me at his back than him at mine. He might shoot me after all. Okay maybe not, but a girl should always watch her back. "How do you know that they will not separate us or just kill us on sight?"

"Because I will convince them, with your help, that they need me to contain you. Simply because you are just too difficult for anyone else to handle." He stepped close to me and almost touched my face but pulled back. "Anyway they will want to question you. Many have gone missing in their agency and those connected to it, and they think that you are responsible for at least fifty percent of it."

I stood my ground, not literally though, "You do know that ninety-nine point nine percent of all statistics are made up on the spot in order to make a point."

He laughed like he was not used to laughing, and the laugh lit up his face. Edward had apparently gotten my small joke, and I smiled softly to that. He looked down at me with those cold eyes that now appeared to be so soft, but I stepped back and cleared my throat.

"Aren't we supposed to be going?"

"Yes, you are correct." He sighed and gave me a look then walked to the door as I followed.

I am not sure what the look meant. I couldn't look into it though. I didn't have feelings for him, and he did not have feelings for me. Or was I wrong? No I didn't and that was final.

We walked through the parking lot that was now empty in the mid-afternoon. He unlocked the passenger door and walked around to his side of the car and unlocked his own door. I opened the door slowly and sat down on the leather seats. He climbed in on his side and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street until we pulled off onto the highway.

"It's a long drive, you may want to get some rest." He finally said breaking the silence that clung to the air.

I turned my head to look at him and saw him trying to get the radio to work. I moved my hand and pressed a button then the radio turned on. "Thanks, but I'd rather stay awake."

He pulled his hand back, "I've been trying to get that to work of a few days now." He glanced at me then turned his attention back to the road. "You don't trust me do you?"

I looked out the window but kept my guard up, "I haven't trust anyone in a long time."

"That's horrible."

"It doesn't matter." I said as I watched the buildings that made up the mall pass by and fade into the tree line.

I heard him sigh and he spoke the, softly though, "It doesn't even phase you…what we did last night?" He sounded hurt and a little angry.

I closed my eyes tight, "No." I whispered.

Then there was silence for the rest of the ride. It actually hurt to say that simple 'no'. It wasn't simple was it? I did somehow care for him. Somewhere I did actually, possibly…. love him. This isn't supposed to happen, is it? Aren't I breaking some code or rule? I mean I was supposed to kill him not sleep with him. That's against the rules. Did I just throw that whole assassin rulebook out the window and say screw it? I have worked too long to get where I am, and I am proud of what I do. Yet, I don't think I could kill him. Damn, I'm in trouble.