Happy New Year

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Veronica's eyes watched as Agent Kellerman come closer to his partner. All his body's language screamed 'I'm the man, the vice president put me in charge.' She saw him raised his gun pointing to the man called Danny. Evidently he became a nuisance and his duty was to remove each loose end on Terrance Steadman's sister way up to the presidency.

He had the list on his hand, the list with the names of the members of this wicked game. "You name me" he said frustratingly.

Veronica curled down behind the car when she heard the weapon's almost soundless detonation followed by the scream of a man in pain. She had been talking to him only minutes ago. What her eyes couldn't see she filled in with her imagination. The bloody stain on his chest grew as the red river sprang from the hole.

She really wished it was a nightmare but the constant whisper of the other agent, "…you name me." reminded her that it wasn't a dream.

God! He was his friend!

Someone should explain to those peoples the real meaning of friendship.

Her ears perceived the noise of the lifeless body collapsing against the floor. Then the silence was broken by Kellerman's voice. "It's your fault Veronica" She hated his tone, "looks what you forced me to do…" She pressed her hand to her mouth in frustration, she could not answer him.

Why did these people have to blame her each time they killed someone? Why were they unable to take the responsibility of their own acts?

She didn't choose to be in that situation, they chose it for her.

"It's funny but, did you realize that every man you loved ends up dead?"

Oh! This man was a devil enjoying her pain. But she didn't let him win this hand. She started to crawl searching for any hole to slide in as the Agent walked with his gun raise looking between the cars. She must get out of there. "Isn't life delightfully macabre?" He kept talking. "Your fiancé lies rotting in his house and Lincoln soon will burn in a chair and you can do nothing…" He bent over to look under another car. She wasn't there. Damn, where was she?

"Veronica, it's useless what you …"

She kept crawling toward the alley exit but what she found were a couple of tennis shoes. Fear froze her. Illogically she wondered if it would be true that in her last minute of life she could see, as a projected film, all her existence. Probably she soon would find out. But when she raised her gaze she discovered a black hand holding a huge gun and it was pointed at the agent. Then she saw another man wearing an orange waistcoat.

"Ok guys, there's nothing to look at." But when he heard another gun noise behind his back he changed his voice tone. She stood up slowly. "Hi Veronica, there you are…" He beamed mockingly, "Ok guys… I will let you have fun with the pretty lawyer…"

"We don't need your permission mister…" a bald guy spit, "but I'll have a lot of fun fucking you after I finish with the 'pretty white lawyer'…" the man stopped looking at her face, then he frowned. "You are Borrows lawyer! I saw you on TV." She didn't know if it was bad or good after hearing what the guy just said. "Borrows is with a friend of mine and we…"

He didn't finish the sentence, a bullet pierced his chest. Veronica watched the blood spilling everywhere. She didn't loose another second, she ran and kept running. She heard the blast hitting around her, Kellerman could be shooting at her but she didn't stop. Her life depended on how fast she could move her legs.

The agent didn't pursue her. Even though he didn't know what she found out he had to clean up the mess. He kicked frantically at the bloody black man on the floor. They were useless now. His cell-phone rung and he answered reluctantly. "Shit!" He cried listening to the news. Borrows had run away and he just killed the man who could lead him to the fugitive. Furious he shot the lifeless body again.

This was an awful day, first he had to shoot his partner and then he needed to kill those stupid guys. How could he…? His partner, these stupid guys… A mocking smile danced on his lips. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned his weapon. Whistling he walked to one of the dead men and took his hand placing his fingers around the gun and shot. "CSI will find that he shot you, my friend, with your own gun." He stood up and walked to the murdered agent. "Danny, you will receive a medal partner." He bent over, grabbed his friend's hand and shot the gun again. "You killed those dangerous fellows but you didn't survive…" He laughed, "Damn, life is cruel…"

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Ok, it was Veronica's part. I'm still doubting, but jakie is right: She is Lincoln's only chance for love and LJ's only hope for a good mom. So I let her live (by now) but... she can suffer.