Author's Note: Told you I didn't forget about this story. Still don't own anything though.
"I lose all those who have the misfortune of approaching me."
Jane jumped up, her right leg spinning out to kick the gun out of one of their hands before she could even process what was happening. Instinct had taken over.
The second assailant raised his gun, but Jane proved too quick for him. The bullet whizzed past her, lodging in the wall behind her. Before he could get a second round off, Jane knocked it out of his hand and kicked it under the bed.
It was still two vs one, but at least they were on more equal footing now. They may outnumber her, but she had speed and agility, something they were both sorely lacking in.
She turned her attention back to the first man, kicking him in his gut hard enough to send him stumbling back against the wall. The other man tried grabbing her from behind, but she flung her head back, hearing the solid crack of bone as her skull hit his nose. He grunted as he fell backwards, blood pouring down his face.
With them both stumbling for a moment, Jane had the upper hand, but she knew it wouldn't last. She had to finish them off. She scanned the room for a weapon; anything harder than a pillow seemed to be bolted down tight. She grabbed the lamp from the nearby table, instantly taking the cord in her hands and wrapping it around the one man's throat. His scream was weak, his mouth filling with blood from his nose; it came out more as a gurgle than a scream.
The next instant, pain radiated through Jane's body. The other assailant had kicked her in the side, and was now standing over her, the forgotten gun in his hands as he stared down at her. Jane panicked as her mind raced – the baby, the baby, the baby, it repeated over and over again.
Out of anger and adrenaline, she threw her leg up, kicking him in between the legs. He fell forward in pain, Jane just barely scrambling out of the way before he landed on her.
He tried to reach out, grabbing at her, and Jane threw an awkward punch that did the job – it connected with his chin bone and his head jutted back as he fell to the ground.
Jane stood up, shaken and sick. Her mind raced as she felt her side. The pain had dulled with the rush of adrenaline, but she was worried it could have broken a rib. That could require medical treatment, but it was better than the alternative, she thought, protectively resting her hands across her stomach.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, as she looked around the room. The room was in disarray. There were shards of glass from the broken window all over, the bullet hole in the wall. The lam was on the ground, the cord still wrap around the one guy's neck. The two attackers lay unconscious, bodies twisted in heaps on the ground.
Jane knew she was on borrowed time – the police would be there any minute. Although she had checked in using one of the fake IDs that Keaton had provided, she'd been there for three days. Three days. She inwardly cursed herself for getting complacent. Plenty of people had seen her and could easily describe the 'dark haired woman covered in tattoos.' It didn't matter if she was Jane Doe, Rebecca Collins, or Elise Mosser. The name hardly mattered when her looks were that distinctive. Not much she could do about it now, except get out of there – and fast.
She briefly thought about staying, playing the victimized tourist. The area was a close enough to the Swiss Alps that it could be believable, but there would be too many questions and too much of a delay. If it happened out on the street, maybe she could pass that off. But breaking into a hotel room spoke of a crime much more personal in nature – and it was. The police wouldn't buy it, at least not before questioning her extensively. And even then, that would risk media exposure. An American tourist attacked in her hotel room was news bait waiting to happen. It would be a beacon for criminals and assassins around the world.
Being a fugitive seemed like the safer option.
Jane quickly gathered her things, trying to make sure she grabbed anything that could be traced back to her. She'd been traveling light out of necessity, but this time she took anything that could possibly reveal her real identity. She'd dump it when she was safe, along with all her Rebecca Collins documents. Clearly, that ID had been burned. She'd have to be more careful in the future. Keaton had given her a few sets of documents, but she couldn't exactly buy replacements at the corner market. She had to save them for when it was really necessary.
And that could be sooner than expected, she thought, as she grabbed the pregnancy test off the counter. Jane had left one there, a physical reminder of the constant chaos in her head. She'd thrown them all away, but quickly pulled one out. She had felt stupid – it wasn't as if she could forget she was pregnant, but there was still something about having it, something to hold, something to prove that it wasn't some weird, stress induced nightmare. So she'd left it on the counter, and now it was coming with her. She shoved the stick into her pocket as she walked out the door.
The parking lot was empty, which didn't surprise her. A few random cars scattered about, but mostly deserted. Although she was in a touristy part of town, it was the off season, and besides, she hadn't exactly picked out a five star hotel. Maybe a few confused tourists were there, but Jane wouldn't be surprised if some locals used it for their own, less-than-legal dealings. Maybe that could work for her favor. The unconscious assailants she left behind certainly wouldn't be talking; perhaps her temporary neighbors would be silent also, lest they confess their own crimes.
She'd barely made it to the edge of the parking lot before she heard the first sirens. So much for that, she thought. Jane ducked her head, and hurried along the street, joining the anonymous crowds.
If she had any plan before, it would have been shot to hell now. She knew that if she headed west, she could be in Germany in a few hours. At least that would be a temporary reprieve from the police, but it wouldn't get her any closer to her original objective.
But what was her objective now?
The attack hadn't changed it, it only made the danger that much clearer. They wouldn't stop until she was dead. They'd found Jane Doe in Colorado, and Rebecca Collins in Austria. She'd always be a target, no matter where she was. And if Kurt was with her, not only would that put him in danger also, but it would double the chances of being spotted.
Jane knew two things for sure. She had to keep the baby safe. And she had to keep Kurt safe. Jane knew there wasn't much she could do about the pregnancy. All the 'typical' stuff like vitamins and testing went out the window when you're being hunted by assassins.
But she could protect Kurt. He may hate her, but at least he'd be alive. That was the reason she'd left in the first place. Too many people had died because of her already; she wasn't going to add Kurt to that list.
She'd find the fixer; take him and the bounty out. Then she'd go back to Kurt when it was safe. They could be a family again.
Jane wanted Kurt there. She wanted him to obsess about folic acid and sing to her belly; to drive with her to the doctors, staring at every ultrasound, with that dorky smile she knew he'd have.
She couldn't think like that. That wasn't possible. Better to just accept it now. She had to swallow her emotions – the fear along with the hope. Emotions caused mistakes, and mistakes would get her killed. Most of all, Kurt would want her safe. And to be safe, she had to complete the mission.
Jane walked until her feet could no longer carry her, finding a hostel that didn't ask any questions. She barely made it to a bed before she collapsed from exhaustion.
Jane stirred at sunrise, the noise of the hostel changing as people woke up and started their day. She felt even more exhausted than she had yesterday, her sleep restless as she went over her decision again and again. She knew what she had to do, to finish what she started. But she longed to hear his voice, to feel safe in his warm embrace.
Trying to push it aside, she gathered up her things, hoping to make it out of there before she caught anyone's attention. After yesterday's attack, Jane didn't need any more close calls.
She headed towards the bathroom to finish getting ready, and her heart dropped. As she went to the bathroom, she saw the blood.
Don't hate me.