The black out effect is a technique taught to mercenaries to make their lives easier away from work.
It is the ability to forget anything on command; though it is taught to mercenaries it is most often used by Children to get more time to play video games.
"Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see some ID," the police officer said, she instinctively reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out her badge. The officer took one look at it and stood up straight in respect, "Miss Reisart," he said gesturing for her go under the yellow tape. Jackson watched from his car as she placed the badge back into her pocket.
"Ma'am, can you recognize the voice that spoke to you over the phone?" one of the officers asked as she approached them. She looked up at them as if she was another of them just investigating, "No, I'm sorry but they muffled the receiver some how." She said with a glance at his car, a chill ran down his back 'does she realize I'm here?' He thought.
"If you are keeping something from the investigation then you will answer to the court." The officer said firmly, "If I say that I didn't recognize the voice then I didn't recognize the voice." She took a step towards him, he took a step back.
She pulled out a cell phone as she walked away from the officer; she went under the yellow tape and exited the property. "We may have to reschedule," she said into the phone as she walked down the street.
"What is your weapon of choice?" the man in the suit asked as the colors began to swirl, "A hockey stick," she replied without emotion. The words echoed in her head as the room spun and she found herself crouched battle position in a strange room holding only a hockey stick as defense. She glared with green eyes from behind a patch of blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face, the sweat on her face indicated that she had been fighting. But with whom she didn't know. Then the colors began to swirl again and she found herself striking the hickey stick at something that she could not see the shouts that she let out when it hit the object indicated that she beating some one for her life.
"Eventually the faces will blend together," the voice came back to her echoing with every word. "Into one anonymous," the walls swirled around her as she began to see the many faces of the men that she had killed. "Emotionless identity," the words echoed as the face of a man appeared in front of her. His crystal eyes gave him a claming sense then added with the smirk and cock of his head sent chills down her spine she knew that she knew that face but yet, she didn't.
"And is it the same dream every time, or was this a one time and you got freaked out?" the woman asked as she scribbled something down on the piece of paper. Lisa flipped her newly died blonde hair and crossed her legs, "It's an all the time thing I can't close my eyes with out the dream." She said casually as if it happened to everybody.
"Now in our last visit I told you that for training purposes there is some one on the other side of the mirror, they're still there." Lisa continued to show no emotion at this joke but let the therapist have her fun. "Now last time you visited you said you had done some CIA work would you like to talk about that?" she asked picking up a file off of her desk.
Lisa shook her head as she stared into space, still showing no emotion "maybe you would like to talk about what happened last year." Lisa's eyes snapped onto her therapist, "What?" she said terror in her eyes.
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said trying to calm her.
"No, what happened last year that we would talk about?" she asked near panic. "What do you mean you should know Lisa is there something wrong," she scribbled a few things down on her note pad.
Lisa was at the edge of her seat panicked, "If you know something about me that I should know, tell me," Lisa found herself inching for her inshya that lay in the ankle band under her jeans. "Lisa have you been taking the medication I prescribed you?"
She became very confused, "W-what medication?"
"Cynthia!" Ben called from across the room hoping to get her attention, it worked she spun around to face him. "Have you seen Lisa?" he asked her and watched as she began to worry.
"I thought she was with you."
It was two months after the accident that I got the call from the CIA, I had assumed that they had wanted some answers about what happened, maybe trying too blame it on me. But instead he offered me a job I accepted, two days later the training began. I took quickly to the closed in fighting, learning to fight in closed in spaces. Over the next five months I learned plenty of techniques that I would need…?
That's when I met him, me and Richard were sparring partners at first I thought I couldn't trust him but then I got to know him…?
We hit it off…?
It took a year for me to trust him enough to bring him home, and that day Richard died. And I found out that Jack had escaped from jail. I thought that maybe I had made a mistake about him or something. I remember how it felt as I sat looking into his lifeless eyes, and before the police showed up I knew who had pulled the trigger and I knew that we were just getting started.
Lisa read her diary entry and highlighted the part where she remembered, breathing a heavy sigh she stuffed the worn out book into her carry on luggage. The cab driver shouted something at her and her head shot up; she guessed that he said something along the lines of 'we're here' as he pulled to the curb. She grabbed her luggage and paid the driver before walking into the airport she inhaled nervously as she walked through the throng of people.
But then she remembered something about the man standing right in front of her.
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