She had returned to normal. Well as normal as she could be after the terror of the flight. He sat across the street in a very nice silver car watching her. Closely, very closely. She had no idea that he was there. In fact he doubted she even knew he was alive. His plan was to kill her, but first he had to get her to trust him.
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Lisa Reisert had seen the bright silver car pull up across the street a few days before. It chilled her every time she saw it because it reminded her of the flight. 'He's probably back in his silver beemer listening to a little smooth jazz while he sharpens his 12 inch KA-Bar. That's a knife Leese.' The words echoed in her head whenever she saw the car. He'd said that only hours before she'd stabbed him in the throat with that blue Frankenstien pen and had run. After that flight, she'd gotten a conceled weapons permit and always made sure her doors, windows and any other pontential entrance was locked and the spare keys well hidden.
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Jackson Rippner however, was smarter than she'd thought. On one day when she had gone out, he'd put cameras outside and only one inside the house. The only one inside the house was in the living room. He'd decided that he was too much of a gentleman to put one in her room. Not only that, but she'd shown up earlier than he planned, so he'd been forced to finish the last bit of wireing and made sure everything looked the same as before, then he'd been forced to run upstairs and climb down from the second story of her house.
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Both were keeping watch for the other. Lisa figured that HE could still be alive. Jackson knew that doing this, reuniting with HER, could get him fired (fired in his job meant killed) or simply not be trusted. That night Jackson watched her in her living room while she, as always, got up at 3 am to make scrambled eggs. Same old Lisa. He shook his head, he had to stay focused. Although he knew he was tired, that was the reason, he decided, for his mind to have thought about Lisa as if she MEANT something to him. He gave his laptop screen a crooked smile before climbing into the backseat and falling asleep.