Since his companion doesn't sleep it has made keeping one step ahead of the hunters much easier. It was a fluke that he decided not to kill her in China, if he had, life would be much better. He still has no idea how they made it out of Ukraine alive, they should have died in that hangar, everyone else did. What made them so special?
She did. She – if you could call it a 'her' - was different than anyone, and that was why he was trying to keep her alive. They shared a common thread and that made things easier. They had each had their life ruined by one man, one egomaniacal scientist who sought world domination. He thought about Donovan everyday, he thought about being locked in that cell as the tower exploded from within, he thought about Donovan burning alive. That thought made him smile. Even though that was all in the past he felt it everyday, some of the scars were mental, but most could be seen.
He had been awake for a few minutes but he still pretended to be asleep, there was still some thinking to do and he did his best thinking right after he woke up. If he had killed her like he was paid to do none of this would have happened, no one would have died in China (except her,) and all those people in Ukraine would still be on this side of the dirt. Doesn't matter now he thought, all that matters is finding a way to end all this running, if there was only a way to lose the pursuers for good.
"I know you are awake," Came from a chair in the room. "Sometimes you pretend to be asleep after you are awake. Do you find yourself regretting you saved me?"
"Is not 'bout you," He said finally opening his eyes. "Yafter sleep is when do best thinking."
He had no idea why she insisted on using English in front of her, on several occasions she had proven her Russian to flawless. Russian wasn't the only language she knew, in China she had used impeccable Mandarin, and he had witnessed her reading books in both German and French. She was probably built knowing all languages, but when he first met her, in Japan, she never spoke. Of course at that meeting time was limited, she was put in the room to kill him, to finish off what the others had been unable to do.
"I think we have been followed again, I keep seeing a black shadow moving from rooftop to rooftop." She said.
"Damn, ve will move faster than expected," he replied.
"Quicker."
"Is that why you insist on English, to straighten me yout every time a mistake comes across?" He says.
"We will have to go to America sooner or later, plus more people speak English here than Russian. Probably because of the tourists." She says getting up from the chair. "Maybe she can help." She hands him the local newspaper as she walks to get another book from her bag.
Finally he rolls his feet onto the floor and sits at the edge of the bed. He looks at the page she has the paper folded to and realizes she might be right. He can't make out the words on the page but he has no doubts about the phone number.
"How sure you are she will naught keel you on sight?"
The creature takes off her robe, even though anatomically she has no external human parts Bayman still finds himself embarrassed. He quickly turns away and looks back at the newspaper.
"I yate it when you does that." He says.
"I don't think she even knew about me until the very end. I don't think she had any idea what Donovan was up to, that he was trying to create a creature in his lab." She relpies.
"You should not call yourself dat. You have soul of a real person. I mean you are deserving of living." He says peeking around to see if she has become more presentable.
He rolls stands up and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth before making any calls. As he stands up she goes back to her spot in the chair by the window, book in hand. She has changed into a nicer blouse and dress with heels. He looks at her for a second and then continues, flipping the switch as he enters the bathroom.
"Nikita, keep looking yout for that black person on roof tops." He says.
"The person is not necessarily black, whatever they are wearing is. Yes if I see it I will let you know. I really love the name you gave me, it is so much nicer than going by my project name, Alpha-152" She says not looking up. She has better peripheral vision than most have when looking right at an object, never opens the window only glancing through the side where the curtains end. It has been dark for a while now, and she knows that they will be moving soon, even though their purseuers have the advantage at night, someone who looks like her cannot go out when lots of people are around.
He smiles briefly at her comment and finishes up brushing his teeth quickly giving his mouth one final rinse before grabbing a towel and drying his face. He carries the towel with him and sets it next to him on the edge of the bed by the phone. He grabs the paper from the other side and begins to dial the numbers.
"I need to speak to Helena Douglas," He says into the phone. "No, I do not care about her going on stage. This is a matter of life or death" There is a pause and finally he speaks again, "Thank you, I will hold."
He waits on the phone for a second and quickly glances to Nikita in the corner, he nods approvingly.
"Yes Mrs. Douglas, do you remember me I believe we had business in the past." He waits a second; "Good meet me behind your music place at exactly 10:45."
He hangs up the phone. "I yonly have one more call to make,"
The front office for the Motel currently boarding a man and something made to resemble a woman, is just as disgusting as the rooms they rent. The manager sits at a small chair behind the desk watching TV as the occasional customer comes in and rents rooms by the hour, or sometimes for the entire night. He is performing his usual ritual of watching whatever crappy sitcom is on at 8:15 when a strange thing happens, he gets a phone call and a customer walks in at the same time. The customer is a well-built Asian man about 5'10" who is carrying no bags and appears to have not come in a car. 'Great, another vagrant looking to steal towels,' he thinks to himself and decides to answer the phone instead.
"Front desk," He says into the receiver and puts up a finger to the man in front of him stating it will be a moment. "Yes, I do know the place, it is a very nice Opera house, yes when you come check out I will have it marked on one of the small promotional maps I have. Yes of course, no problem."
The manager quickly writes something on a piece of paper as the man in the lobby watches. As he finishes writing he looks to help the customer only to find the lobby vacant.
"That's strange."