Jim

"Fuck! Where'd they go?" he paced the street anxiously, tugging absently on his sleeves.

"Jim," Selena set a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Come on. Calm down."

"I can't," he cried. "I can't...calm down..when I know she's alone with him...with that...that sociopathic murderer..."

"You don't know that..."

"What? That he's a murderer? I do know. I know."

"You just met him." Jim grabbed Selena's shoulders and shook her.

"Selena! He's a fucking assassin! And a murderer! He killed..."

"Who?"

Jim shook his head. It hurt way too much. Never mind that. Not now. He wasn't 100 sure...he didn't want to think about that.

"Come on."

Jackson

Things were shaping out nicely. .. For a while. They'd almost reached the plane when Lisa decided to get cute. She stuck out her leg (the already injured one, he noticed...how shockingly quick she'd recovered) and sent him tumbling. He cursed as she began to dart away, still slightly delayed though. He tackled her before she got back into the terminal and dragged her to the plane. He chose the first one they saw, one that already had the steps down. Once inside, he slammed her against the wall to speak to her. Seemed the only way possible, actually, without getting injured...

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," he crooned. "You're not excited? Why, I would be."

"For what?" she said through clenched teeth. "Getting to be with you the rest of my life? Well, give me a fucking sweetie."

"You know, you're lucky I decided to leave now while I'm still breathing," Jackson threatened. He saw the look on her face. Her sister. Sighing, he pulled out a paper. A letter.

"I'll read to you, Lisa," he sighed. "Dear Lisa: I managed to get on a flight out. Right now I'm in Boston, staying with some friends who flew over with me. I hope to speak to you soon, and please don't worry. Love always, Chelsi."

Lisa's face looked white and shocked.

"I...I don't..."

"She was never here, Leese. My plan had several huge holes in it, I'll admit. I, or my company, for that matter, never touched a hair on your blessed sister's head. Keefe's not there. He's dead or back in the States. The plan sucked to begin with, for the company, anyway."

"So...she's...she's safe," Lisa confirmed, exhaling a deep breath. "She..."

"Not now," Jackson sneered. "I wisened up on the plane over. Right now, coincidentally, she's being watched by my guy, in Boston. Aren't you grateful for my cleanup?"

"Asshole," Lisa snarled. "Leave us alone. Why is that so hard for you?"

Kiss. Jackson's lips met with Lisa's. She tried to push him away but the hands on his chest meant nothing.

Selena

They ran to the first plane they could find. The one with the stairs down was their best bet. She saw Jim freeze as soon as they entered the cabin, and then he angrily flew at Jackson.

He was in the middle of kissing Lisa, obviously something she wasn't consenting to as she shoved at his chest.

Selena pulled the knife out and flew at Jackson. Obviously this was something that should have been done a long time ago. Lisa darted away and looked for a weapon of some sort. Jim continued pounding on Jackson as Selena stepped back a distance. Let Jim have his "avengence" while there was time.

She suddenly noticed that Lisa was gone. And Hannah.

Lisa

"Lisa!" Hannah cried. Lisa ran over to the young girl and spotted the harsh bruise running up her temple. "Come on! Let's go!"

"Why?" Lisa frowned. If they left Jim and Selena and Jackson alone...

"The plane! We need to fly it!"

That made no sense. Lisa wrinkled her eyebrows again at Hannah and Hannah frantically pointed out the window. Lisa crouched down to look.

"Oh god," they were coming. About six of them, the infected people.

"Go!" Lisa shrieked, pushing Hannah to the cockpit. With shaking hands she attempted to figure out the controls as she heard the heavy pitterpatter of the people on the stairs.

"Come on..." she found the control to raise the stairs. Unfortunately two infected had already made their way in and she heard Selena and Jim scream. Throwing all caution to the wind she began steering the plane down the runway.

Once they were in the air she handed it over to Hannah (after all, neither of them were exactly skilled. Would it exactly make a difference if the teen or the adult was handling it?) And ran back into the cabin.

Jim was hunched back against the wall, clutching at a wound on his stomach. Jackson and Selena were temporarily united against fighting off infected. Lisa ran to Jim.

"Jim...Jim...oh god, what happened?"

"Jackson...had...a knife...hidden..." Jim croaked. Lisa looked wildly around as the last infected screeched and fell.

Selena faced Jackson. Now. The moment of truth.

Selena

She raised her knife to Jackson's. They both were armed. Both were roughly the same height. Both were skilled. Who would go?

Her answer came as Lisa tackled Jackson from behind. The knife flew out of his hands as Selena snatched it up.

"I hate you," Lisa was sobbing as she hit his already bruised face. He pushed her off and pinned her arms down, peering into her face.

"I hate you," she repeated.

"Lisa," he rasped.

"Hate...you..."

"Lisa," he rasped once more, trying to talk to her. As she made another attempt to fight him off Selena drove the knife into his back. He gasped once and rolled off. Lisa rose on shaky feet and stared down into his face.

"I...love you." The last words lingered on Jackson Rippner's mouth as he gasped his final breath.