A/N Bregobuety: thank you so much I hope you like where I take it.
A/N plays-with-stars: I won't give away any of the story but I think that you'll find out in the next few chapters.
A/N XxanimeChick: It will seem like a alais episode for the first couple of chapters but it's definatly red eye!
A/N Suddenwhim: I hope that I can clear up you confusion in the nex few chapters.
Disclaimer
I do not own anything red eye.
An inshya is a knife that is no bigger than a large writing pen.
The inshya is mostly used by close range assassins, but women have also been known to use them while trying to perform surgery on the wind pipe.
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"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 indicating 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 calming 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.
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She awoke with a start greeting a massive head ache she groaned as she rubbed her temples. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was 'why am I inside a car?' she asked herself. "So Leese, you finally join us" came the sound a cool male voice, and her head snapped to the left.
'His crystal eyes gave him a calming 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.'
She cocked her head trying to figure out if she knew this man then a name popped into her head "J-Jackson?" she asked still not sure what was going on. He smirked and his crystal eyes lit up "the black-out effect, figures I have the trainer teach it to you and you use it to forget about me."
She could see the amusement in his eyes as he realized what she had done, "Here I thought maybe you would want to remember what happened last year."
Her ears perked up and she came to attention, "What happened?" she asked. In the back of her mind something was telling her that she didn't want to know, but at the front of her mind something was telling her that she did.
He let out a light chuckle as the car came to a complete stop, "I wonder how you remember your training." He said as he got out of the car she tried the handle and found that it was unlocked she opened the door leaping from the car. "Jumpy are we?"
"What do you want? Why am I here?" she asked looking around the parking lot, he saw her scanning "What are you doing?" he asked impatiently.
She continued to scan as she sighed, "I'm looking for any sign of intelligent life, but so far there's only you." She stopped scanning and looked at Jackson expecting a snappy come back, but there was none. He grinned taking pleasure in her confusion, "I understand aside from your hotel management work you have been doing some other… management work." He grinned watching as something in her eyes changed, there was no more concern, no fear in her eyes. She was thinking only of the job.
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"The extent of my training was gun range shooting I don't do hand to hand," she said to the man sitting across from her. She could see his brown eyes sparkle as she said that she couldn't really stand her ground in a hand to hand. "Though if you touch me, I have friends" she said cocking an eyebrow to show how serious she was.
He let out a light chuckle as red-headed man walked into the room then froze when Lisa, "And who would be the blonde?" Lisa smiled straightened while giving a flip of her hair.
"Miss Lisa Reisart Jackie brought her here this morning" the brown eyed man said not taking his off of Lisa. It made her skin crawl but she wasn't about to show it. "The Lisa I saw wasn't no blonde," he said taking a seat across the table as Jackson walked in.
"I'm sorry you would be…?" she asked leaning across the table making eye contact with brown eyed man "Mark." He said smiling a pure white smile she smiled in return giving a side ways glance at Jackson who was eyeing the two closely.
She sat back in her seat winking at Mark making him blush, "Let's cut the flirting kids and get to business." Jackson said opening a file that laid right in front "Why? are you jealous?" Lisa asked looking at him innocently he smirked as a remark and slid her, a file she opened it to reveal a close in picture of Keefe.
"In case you're wondering, you'll be pulling the trigger on him."
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"Cynthia, I just talked to Joe and he hasn't seen Lisa I'm starting to get worried," Ben said walking up behind her. "She'll be here by the time Keefe is she knows it's important" she said hopping that she was right.
Ben opened his mouth to say something but Cynthia's cell phone cut him short, "Hello." She said flipping her cell phone open, "Hey Cynthia, it's me I was just calling to say that I'm gonna be kinda late, but I'll be there within… oh, maybe a half hour max."
Lisa's voice came through the phone as if she were a saint, "Lisa, thank goodness! I was so worried after I heard what happened with Richard I thought you might not come into work today." Cynthia said in a panic and Lisa couldn't blame her after the shooting at her house she was bound to be rather worried. "Listen calm down I'm fine Richard was the one who got hit, I guess he was expecting it… but anyway I just got held up… by a small annoyance. But I was wondering if you could do me a favor," Lisa said and it only put her more into a panic.
"Lisa, last time you asked me for a favor over the phone like this Keefe was almost killed and considering that he's coming tonight…" she trailed off assuming that Lisa would understand. "Trust me you don't have to worry about that" Lisa laughed calming Cynthia down.
"I was wondering could you either have a pen or a silver bullet waiting for me in the top drawer of my desk," she said Cynthia could hear the strain in her voice as she spoke. "Listen I know you hate it when… anyone asks, but are you okay." She said; there was a pause then the sound Lisa taking a deep breath.
"No, I'm not," was all she said before she hung up.
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"You might be better at this then I am, Leese" Jackson said as they pulled into the parking lot. Lisa eyed him before coming up with a witty come back "well then why don't I take your job?" she said getting out of the car.
"Okay, you have plenty of time to prepare Keefe should be here at about two o'clock in the morning so I'm sure you'll think of something… interesting to do." Jackson said as he watched her walk into the hotel "what does that mean?" Mark asked defensively.
"Cynthia, what did I miss?" Lisa called as she walked up to the front desk.