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Jessica took a cab from the airport to the hotel that the FBI had made arrangements for her. She was tired from a mixture of the flight and being awake for more then 4 days. She needed sleep and couldn't wait to get to her room, then she would start her search.

The cab suddenly stopped in front of a high class hotel, well the government really knew how to take care of her, and she smiled. Then suddenly the cab driver turned around and slipped a 9-mm Glock, she took the ugly gun.

"You name is Karen Denn." He said a he slid a visa card along with a drivers license. "Good luck Agent 85743." She looked at the agent; she hated hearing her code name. It was her name for a long time. That is till she met Director Nole who gave her the name Jessica. He said that he knew her father and it was the name he would have wanted for her. But in the military she was still known by those haunting numbers. She looked over the documents then gave the cab driver/agent a nod, and slid out into the world. She slid the beast of a gun into her waistband and pulled her jacket around her. Then walked into the lobby.

The lobby was large with a large front desk. The clerk eyed her, Jessica didn't mind, she wanted sleep. The clerk was in her sixties, with deep wrinkles of a lifelong smoker. She had high, thin arching eyebrows and red lipstick painted daintily at the end of her long upper lip.

"Reservation, for Karen Denn." Jessica said as she slid the visa to her. The women turned to her computer and began to type away. Jessica turned to the glass wall behind her. She looked tired and by her apparel she did not fit in with the hotel. She wore faded black jeans, black Dockers, white shirt, and a black denim jacket. Her short blond hair was straight and needed a good brushing. She sighed and turned back to the clerk.

"You're all set, Miss Denn," the snobby clerk said, her voice like gavel on sandpaper. "Do you need help with your luggage?"

The clerk leaned forward, as if she could see over the tall counter to the floor.

"I don't have any luggage," Jessica said. "The airline lost it."

"That's too bad. Anything the hotel can do to help?"

"They're tracking it down. Supposed to deliver it later."

"You need anything before it gets here, just ring the front desk. The elevators are right down there."

Jessica took the card key and headed in the direction the snob had indicated. She couldn't wait to get to her room. Get her shoes off. Wash her face. Crawl into bed.

Her room was on the twentieth floor at the end of a winding hallway, felt like she'd walked miles. She let herself in the door, closed it behind her, then leaned back against it, blocking out the world. The room was large, with a king sized bed, couple of armchairs, a built-in desk topped with the hotels trademark.

Jessica sat on the bed and kicked off her Dockers. Stripped off her jacket and fell backwards on to the bed. That's when she remembered the Glock, she sat up and took the gun out. She looked at the heavy black weapon. She ran her fingers over the still warm metal. She always felt a connection to guns, or any weapons for that matter. Because that's all she was, a lethal weapon.

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Leonardo sat and looked at the same window that he saw the woman climb into. What was so special about that window?. He couldn't get her out of his head; there was something about those eyes. They pieced him down deep in his soul, leaving him scared and wanting more. He scanned the roof top the sun was teasing the horizon to wake up the earth. The nights chill swirled around him as a final attempt to cool him before the warm sun rose. He sighed, and climbed down from his perch and made his way to the opened window.

He slipped into the window quietly, and looked around. It was a small room with a couch that looked like it had been crammed in, facing an extremely small television. The room was a down right dump! He sniffed the air, the room smelled as if it hadn't had a person in it for quite some time, smelled stale. He mad his way to the door to the right. He walked into a dim kitchen and what he saw there scared him and shocked him.