Jackson tapped his hand on his waist, frustrated.
"Jesus, they plan ahead..." he muttered. He was right. For the past half an hour, the two had been ravaging their minds and the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. So far, they were having no luck whatsoever. The room was bare except for a couch and a lamp. Maybe...
"Jackson, dammit, this is possibly the worst time for you not to have your knife," Lisa snapped.
The door was suddenly flung open and three men entered, one of them Jackson's father. Lisa jumped as they flung her a phone.
"Make the call," Christopher grumbled. Lisa fumbled with the buttons, struck with a sudden hope.
"Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Cynthia."
"Cynth, it's Lisa," Lisa's eyes plastered themselves to the floor.
"Lisa!" she cried. "Where have you been! Your dad's been calling here, worried sick..."
"I...went away...for a while...with...with a friend..." she chewed her lip. "But I need to ask you a favor."
"Anything."
"I need you to switch Keefe's room." Please, Cynthia...please don't be a ditz.
"Why?" Cynthia asked suspiciously.
"Because...because I scheduled him...in one of the rooms that had been...blown up," she placed a strong emphasis on those words and prayed Cynthia would get the picture.
"Wait. Did...did your friend ask you to do this?" Thank god...
"Um...yeah," Lisa glanced quickly at Christopher who stared fiercely at her.
"Oh my god, Leese, what-"
"Switch it to-" Christopher was striding over.
"Oh shit, I'll call the cops, Leese!"
"Okay, but-"
"Where are-"
Too late. The phone was clicked off and flung across the room. Christopher angrily began shaking Lisa by the shoulders.
"Are you happy now, you little bitch?" he yelled. "You've completely fucked up the job!"
Jackson lept forward and punched his father in the face. Lisa staggered away, her eyes wide with shock.
Christopher disgustedly wiped the blood from his nose. "Kill them. Kill both of them."
"No!" Lisa screamed.
The men raised their guns as Lisa grabbed the lamp behind her. She chucked it at one, and he fell. She grabbed his gun and aimed it at the other two men. Christopher pulled his own out.
"Put them down. Now," her voice quivered as she cocked the gun.
Jackson snuck behind his father and before he saw him headbutted him. He grabbed his gun and shot the man just as he shot his own bullet in Lisa's direction. She shrieked as the bullet was thrown off path and the man fell down dead. Lisa ran to Christopher's temporarily unconscious body and grabbed his keys.
"Lisa!" Jackson called, but she didn't hear him.
She got out to the car and began driving. She soon discovered that she was, as she had suspected, back in Miami. Finally she pulled up in front of Tanya's house.
The door was unlocked as she ran in and something fell in her stomach.
"Tanya!" she screamed, running in and holding her gun tightly.
No answer.
"Oh god...Tanya!"
Tanya came rushing in from the kitchen, her face flushed. "Leese, what the hell is going on?"
Lisa fell into her cousin's arm, relieved to be in the presence of family. "Oh thank god, you're okay, you're not dead..."
"Uh, yeah, I know," Tanya was confused as Lisa pressed herself up against her.
Lisa finally began to calm down and pulled herself away. "I need to use your phone."
Tanya nodded and they began to walk to her kitchen but a voice in the doorway stopped her.
"Lisa."