So I finally wrote more, but...it was hard, so don't expect it to be winning an Oscar anytime soon. Here's for now to tide you over until I write more.

Lisa

She knew what she needed to do. She needed to set aside her feelings for Jim and just do the fucking job before he got hurt. She loved him, so much, but she cared more about his safety. And Jackson + a gun bad news, even if he was a lousy shot he was still fueled by sweet, sweet revenge.

Lisa let her head knock against the cab window as they continued down the long England road. She once again pondered how the hell she had gotten into this situation. She should have never agreed to take a vacation, never, it was all her fault, really. She felt horrible and despite her best efforts to restrain it a tear slid down her face.

"Lisa?" Jim asked next to her. "Are you all right?"

Lisa just nodded absently. Why burden him further with her problems?

"I know we'd all be a lot happier if..." Hannah began irritably but Selena shot her a look and she shut up.

Jackson

He could kill him. He could wring his neck, really.

But he couldn't. Not yet, anyway. For the time being, he still needed that bitch Selena's help. After they'd gotten rid of Keefe, he'd force her to take them to the airport. Sweet promises of taking the trio with him and Lisa would be made but once they arrived they'd be dead. Jackson didn't have the gun anymore, but he sure as hell still had a knife. He was quite skilled, too, when he needed to be. After they were rid of them, he'd get Lisa on the plane and they'd fly back to the States. Oh yes, Jackson could fly planes, too. It was just another training session for the organization necessary for hijackings. A rare job for the organization, but still often occuring.

Once they'd landed he could take Lisa to his ocean house in California. It would be difficult to make her comply into wedlock but she loved her father, didn't she? And then...all of this rage-fueled mess would be a distant memory. Hell, maybe he could even make Lisa fall in love with him. He could do anything that he set his mind too, after all.

Jim

He hated being docile. In all honesty, he didn't care if he was alive or dead. But he did care about Selena, Lisa, and Hannah, and he would do anything to keep them alive, something he obviously couldn't do if he was dead. He had to keep up with this struggle no matter what. The one thing he did know was this: Either Jackson died, or he did. Simple as that.

Selena

She was still inwardly shaking from Jim's near death experience. It was now that she realized she'd underestimated him greatly. She knew he had killing capabilities. But she hadn't really thought he'd make an attempt on Jim's life. And over Lisa.

That was another thing. She was kicking herself for letting herself get suckered into thinking Jackson liked her. Why would he? She'd noticed the way he looked at Lisa. Anyway...why would anyone want her, a hardened little English girl with a killing capacity? Even she didn't want herself.

She sighed and tightened her grip on the steering wheel as they passed the sign announcing they'd soon be in London.

Hannah

The car finally stopped on a street of London and Hannah was anything but sad that the ride was over. The less time she had to spend breathing the same air as that unimaginable asshole, the better. She stumbled out of the cab as soon as it pulled to a halt and helped Lisa out.

They stood for a moment, stretching and blinking in the bright afternoon sun until Selena took the lead.

"Come on," she said flatly. "Downtown is this way, where most the hotels are."

"He's not going to be there," Hannah pointed out. "He's either already dead or back overseas."

"Listen, little girl, just stay out of this," Jackson snapped. "It's adult business."

"You know what, go fuck yourself," Hannah spat before she could stop. She blushed as everyone stared at her. Lisa bent down and whispered something in her ear.

"My feelings exactly."

Hannah giggled as they continued walking down the street.

Selena withdrew her knife as they searched for the address Lisa gave her. The Crystal Swan Hotel.

Hannah sighed. She was tired. It was trying thinking up ways to kill someone. Especially a very tall, old someone in a business suit.

"Jackson," Lisa finally said. Her voice was begging. "Please don't do this."

"Lisa, I'm going to tell you something that someone should've said a long time ago," Jackson said sweetly, and then his voice hardened. "Grow the fuck up. Just because you ask me in that sweet little Strawberry Shortcake voice to not kill Keefe I'm not going to. It's called a job. Get one."

"I happen to have one, Jack," Lisa replied menacingly. "It just doesn't involve slicing people open."

Jackson rolled his eyes and just kept walking.