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Bayman was able to find her hideout and it was something he prided himself on. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could and walked over to the table. He squatted looking at the accumulating dust. It was at least a week's worth.
Perfect.
She's not staying here now. She wasn't stupid, the new kid of hers wasn't really someone she could trust yet, besides, she's probably playing the swap hostage game and you never bring them to your actual base. She was so careful that she had at least four bases. He knew three of them, and she wasn't in any now. It made her very hard to track. He walked through the house, careful not to touch anything. She'd notice. He opened what he thought was a bedroom door to find a kitchen.
Nothing he wanted was there.
His light footsteps were the only sound it the house and they seemed to echo. He thought to himself as he searched through clothes in closets. He found hair, but it was blonde and brunette. Smart girl. Finally he found the bedroom; carpeted with a made bed. With a snort he looked to her dresser to see a comb. Picking it up he inspected it for any hair. None. Drat.
Did the woman think of everything?
Maybe she knew?
He thought to the eyes that he would never admit first intimidated him. The way they looked at everything in the world as if it was beneath her. She was always a step ahead, never missed a kill or a mission. But she was a snake and she slithered, never proud, just underhanded. She didn't follow any of the rules and made her own.
He turned sharply at the slight squeak. She was here.
His hand reached for his gun and pointed it at the door. She was sneaking up on him, slithering her way under his radar. He could almost feel her wrapping around his neck. He did this. He took a step forward. He made her his enemy.
She was going to kill him now, wasn't she.
No.
He was being paranoid.
He returned his gun to his holster and shook his head. He listened calmly. No one could move in silence. He kneeled then, forgetting about his suspicion and searched through draws. Underwear clean, hairnets clean. Who takes the hair out of a hair net? He found a jar of gel and lifted it up curiously, and there in the dim moonlight, he saw the silver strand he was hoping for.
…
"Is it really okay to keep him like this?" Raven asked as he looked to the closed door. Christie rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Now, show me what you are having trouble doing." He sighed, aggravated.
"You wouldn't get it anyway." He claimed as he opened the decoder. Lines of code filled the screen like a movie.
"You're right." She said bluntly. "but Marty never used this system."
"It's the type she was showing me." He sighed. He would know if someone wasn't the reason his mentor was murdered.
"Use this one." He blinked and looked at the different type. C++? He never learned this. He vaguely remembered Marty mentioning it once.
"I just don't know what library she used, she made her own, did she ever tell you?"
"She mentioned it once." He searched his brain. He started typing with an unconvinced look on his face. It started up and he watched the woman next to him blush.
#include "Panthersmate";
"That's what she named it?"
"Let's see." He asked the computer to list. There was an error. He cursed and Christie sighed. Wait. C++ used semicolons. He added one and complied.
It started running and Christie smiled. She shook her head and turned away with a small smile.
"I don't know anything else!" He said as she walked away.
"Time to learn then!" She called back.
…
"Something was on the news about that case you wanted me to find."
"Thanks." She closed a book with a red ribbon as a bookmark and looked at him.
"Pretty brutal stuff happened there," he said as he handed her the file.
"I know, I was there." She replied casually as she took them leafing through it to see if anyone had any progress.
Woah, he thought and let out a breath.
"And there was a few segments on it, they are on your computer waiting."
"Thanks," She was still looking at the papers.
"and about Andrew…"
"He's fine. Leave it alone. Finish compiling, I'll be in the room if you need me."
He watched her go while running his fingers through his hair. He knew she was being dismissive and distracted because of her interest in the case she also wasn't mad, but he really wished she'd listened to him about this guy.
Christie sat in her sofa chair and started up the laptop. Soon enough she was cruising over the links and well-dressed reporters.
It was the third one that got a reaction from her.
The Asian woman on camera took a deep breath before starting, staring straight at the screen. A white man passed behind her and waved at the camera.
"There have been updates in the slaughter on 34th," she paused. The wind blew her hair wildly behind her. "due to hair found at the scene of the crime the police are at a…" she paused. "They believe the killer to be this woman."
"No…" Christie whispered as her picture popped up along with her name.
Her real name.
"The problem is she has been dead for over 15 years."
She has. She died and Christie was born. Christie paused the video and looked down. She buried her name; she buried her name so deep; forgetting her name was forgetting that life, that girl.
She closed her eyes.
That girl with light blonde hair running towards her father who had hopes and dreams and love.
The girl who didn't let evil and death in.
Christie killed her.
Christie killed her when she took her first life,
When she entered the underworld of sex drugs money and death.
When she dunked her hair in bleach every day to escape the cops looking for her.
That girl who wasn't Christie. She looked up, one tear escaping each eye as she hit play.
What did they think they knew about her?
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