Infinite Kates?

Chapter two

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: K Time. After Interrogation of a Vampire.

Previously on Infinite Kates?...

Collette and Rita have escaped from prison and are now in a motel room. Collette tells Rita to strip. Rita is not interested, but…

Collette laughed. "I don't want to get you on your back and spread your legs. I want to see how much alike we really are." Collette began stripping. After examining themselves, they decided that except for a scar on Collette's ankle and a mole on Rita's back, they were identical.

"You're sure you were born in Europe?" Rita asked.

"Positive. I don't think we're twins if that's what you mean. It's just that we're identical."

Both women shrugged and then Collette took her shower. She got dressed and sat on the bed across from Rita. "We make a good team, I think. But I'll have to tell you more about myself. You were right, I'm more than a fence. I sold information. I sold information on things like security systems to thieves and….I sold some information about a natural gas plant to some Russian terrorists. They planned to kill, I don't know how many people. Thousands, hundreds of thousands. You never heard about it because the government covered it up. If you want to leave me, I'll understand. I wasn't a good person. I was serving a life sentence without parole. I won't go back." She tapped one of the pistols. "I'll use this instead. Plus, it appears that some of the Russians are still out there and want to kill me. Since we're alike, you could end up dead instead of me."

Rita nodded. "You said you were a bad person? Past tense?"

"On the last job, the Russians, I fell in love. His name was Theo and I loved him so much. And I thought he loved me, but he was an agent for German intelligence. He handed me over to the Americans. I hated him so much when he did that. I had plans to quit what I was doing. I imagined marrying Theo and settling down, a little hausfrau someplace, with a job and kids. The whole thing. But then I thought about it. Why would a good man like Theo want to marry a cold blooded bitch like me? Someone who'd let thousands of people die for money. I had what the priests call an epiphany in prison. Oh, I know. Everyone finds Jesus in prison and vows they'll be good citizens once they're out and most of it's bullshit. I was in for life, so I had no chance of ever being a better person on the outside, but I did try to be a better person in prison. And I want to be a better person now. So, now you know about me."

Rita thought for a minute. "We do make a good team. And something like stabbing Doug will never happen again. I'm not a criminal. And if you're not going back into the life, we'll be okay. But, you start breaking the law, I mean more than something like hitting Kurt to get his attention, and I'm gone."

Collette nodded. "Deal, partner. Now we should get some sleep. I want to get out of here as soon as we can tomorrow."

"Are we headed for someplace, or just running?"

"I have some money in New York City. At least I hope I do. I never used regular banks or anything. They're too happy to honor subpoenas and spill all they have on you. I just hope the bastard didn't learn I was life without parole, grab my money and go."

They got up at dawn the next day and left. They drove for an hour before stopping for another drive through meal. They switched off driving every couple of hours, driving sedately in the slow lane and obeying every traffic law. They made it into South Carolina when Rita saw something ahead. "Myrtle Beach. It's perfect for us to stop there."

Collette looked at the car's clock. "It's early yet. We could drive for another couple of hours. Why stop now?"

"Because it's summer and Myrtle Beach is a huge party spot. If we can get a motel room, that is. But it'll be so crowded no one will notice two more hot chicks in town. I know, I was here for spring break, a long time ago. Before I ever met that bastard Doug."

Rita was right, the town was full of partiers and it was so busy no one would notice anything. Collette rolled down the window and asked people on the street where they could find a nice hotel room. All of the men offered to share theirs with them, and Collette sweetly turned them down. Finally, a couple of girls in Rutgers tee shirts suggested a motel on the beach. "It's a great place, but most people don't go there because it's so expensive." The girl giggled. "Daddy is going to be so mad when he gets my credit card bill."

The girl was right, but the motel did have a few rooms left and it didn't seem as noisy as some of the hotels they'd passed. Rita told the sad story of how their credit cards had been stolen and was able to pay in cash. Although the manager did carefully check her driver's license and write down the car's plate number.

"This is living." Rita said once they were in their room. "God, they'd have ten convicts in a place this size. And no big screen TV. Let's see what's on."

Collette carefully checked the room out and then sat with Rita and watched the local news. Still nothing on TV about two dangerous escapers from Miami. "One thing we have to worry about is that we look alike." Collette explained. " By now the Feds and the Miami cops have figured out we're the ones who escaped and as soon as they see our photos together, they'll get suspicious. That's the silly sort of a thing TV news people like. "Coming up, two escaped prisoners find their perfect doubles.""

"Can we go out to dinner tonight?" Rita asked. "The place down the road looked packed and I love barbecue. And I'm sick of Mickey Dee's."

"What's barbecue?" Collette asked.

Rita smiled. "Girlfriend, we are definitely going out tonight. We'll never find good barbecue in New York."

"Okay, let me change into a dress."

"It's not that fancy a place…."But Collette was headed for the bathroom.

She came back out in just her bra and panties and a roll of surgical tape.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, but I'm not going out unarmed." She took her pistol and taped it to the inside of her thigh. "Rita, if we get stopped by the police, put your hands up, get away from me and scream "I surrender" as loudly as you can. I'm not going back to prison."

"Okay, but don't do anything unless everything else fails. I'm good at talking my way out of things."

"Just don't try to stop me when the time comes. I won't spend the rest of my life in prison."

Louisiana Red's was packed, but they managed to get a small table after a short wait. Collette suddenly realized something. "You'll have to order for me."

Rita frowned. "Why? I can help you…"

"No. It's my accent. I do speak excellent English, but I've never lost my German accent. That's the sort of thing people remember. We're twins and I speak with a German accent?"

Rita nodded. "Okay, I'll do the talking. But if we have to…."She stopped to think. "We'll use your story, except our dad was German and our mom was American. They divorced when we were little and you went to Germany with dad and I stayed in the US."

Collette frowned. "Do you think anyone will believe that?"

"It's better than me saying, "Gehman accent? Wha, sugah, I don't heah no Gehman accent."

Collette and Rita enjoyed their dinner, the best they'd had since before they were in prison. Collette worried that everyone was looking at her, but decided it was paranoia. Except I do have real enemies. She thought.

When they were done, Rita stopped on the street outside Red's. "I'd love to go to a bar, drink, dance, maybe meet some nice guy, but…"

"We can't take the chance." Collette finished for her. "Once we get my money, we'll go far, far away and we'll meet such great guys, we'll forget all about Doug and Theo." She looked over to see Rita was crying. "What?'

Rita shook her head. "I was just thinking about Caleb. No matter what happens, he's gone. Gone forever."

"And Caleb would want his mom to be happy, wouldn't he?"

Rita nodded. "He would. I know he would."

Collette helped her wipe the tears from her eyes and they continued on.

"Hey, we can cut through the alley here and get back to our motel. No one will see us."

They were half way down the alley when a woman came flying out of a doorway with a man right with her. The man grabbed her and threw her against wall on the far side of the alley. "Bitch. I'd like to take my time with you, but…" He pulled a gun from under his shirt and then noticed Rita and Collette. Collette had already pulled her dress up to draw her pistol, but the tape was making it hard to draw. "Run, Rita. Now."

Before the man could fire, Collette saw a flash of light blonde hair and the woman bit down hard on the man's wrist, almost causing him to drop the pistol. "Whore!" He said, punching her with his other hand. He turned to shoot at Collette, and Rita, who hadn't moved in spite of Collette's warning. Then there was a flash of steel and the man slowly collapsed, just as Collette finally managed to draw her gun.

"Don't move." Collette ordered as she and Collette walked to the woman.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked, looking down at the gun at her feet and the stiletto in her hand.

Collette lowered her weapon. "Not unless you try to kill us."

"What do we do now?" Rita asked.

"We get rid of the body."

"You're going to help me get rid of him?" The blonde said disbelievingly.

"We don't need cops around here anymore than I bet you do."

The blonde nodded. "Okay. He parked his car around the corner right behind the bar. We should be able to get him in the trunk."

Collette knelt and picked up the pistol the thug had dropped and examined it. It was a .22 automatic with a suppressor. The weapon was powerful enough to kill at close range, but the suppressor would make it very quiet. She handed the weapon to Rita. "Blondie and I will carry him, like he's drunk. You stay behind us and keep that gun out of sight. There's a round in the chamber and the safety, the lever on the right, in on. Push it down to fire."

Collette and the woman carried the dead man down the alley and turned. When they did, the light from the street lamp illuminated the blonde's face. Rita gasped.

"What is it?" Collette demanded.

"Look at her face. She's…us."

The blonde looked at them, but with their faces shaded by their baseball caps, she could see no reason why she should be called one of them.

Collette dug he man's car keys out of his pocket and opened the trunk. They quickly threw him and locked it. Collette turned to the blonde. "You need to come with us. Our motel is just down the alley and to the right. We need to talk.

Since both of the women had guns and didn't want the police involved, the blonde felt she had no choice but to comply. Once in their hotel room, with the lights on and the baseball caps off, she saw why she'd been called one of them. "Are you twins?" She asked.

"No, not at all." Rita said. "This is bizarre. I feel like I'm in an episode of the Twilight Zone and soon everyone will look like me."

Collette was more dispassionate. "You have blood on your dress. Go into the bathroom and put it in the tub."

The blonde walked to the bathroom, stripped her dress off and began to soak it in the tub. Collette stood right behind her.

When they walked back into the room, Collette spoke. "Take off your bra and panties. Strip."

The blonde smiled at them. "If that's what you want, you'll find I can be quite accommodating. And fun."