CHAPTER 15:
"Oh, your ways... those will be gone soon enough." Erica growled, looking over at Fiona. She knew that Jennifer had always relied on a technical support operative to get information. Erica had never realised that Fiona would have been able to fire a gun, let alone while bleeding and semi-comatose. Erica had misjudged her and now, her brother was dead because of it. She had known her brother was out to get Mui, but she never knew he had dated Mui's support operative. It made Erica want Fiona dead now, but she knew if she killed her now, it would just be too quick and pointless. Erica was hoping that Mui's husband would try to rescue his wife, and she hoped he arrived soon. Otherwise, she was going to leave the farm house, leaving Mui and Fiona still alive.
"Waiting for something? I'm surprised you haven't killed me yet." Jen said, fighting against her binds. Erica turned round and glared at her.
"I could have, but it would have given me no satisfaction what so ever." Suddenly, Jen saw Erica's bodyguard crumple over silently in the back room of the house. She glared back at Erica to avoid giving anything away.
"I see." Jen replied. Then, a shadowy figure moved closer. It pulled out a gun and cocked it next to Erica's ear. She froze, stiffening her back. The figure moved the lamp closer to itself. It was Cooper. James also arrived out of the darkness and cut Fiona and Jen loose.
"Not so tough anymore are you?" Cooper growled. Jen stood up in front of her. They were roughly the same height and she stared deeply into her eyes.
"Give me the gun Cooper." He handed her his 9mm pistol. She stood back about ten feet as did the others. "Farewell, Erica Dane." She whispered, pulling the trigger. The gun went off; Erica was sent flying to the floor. Blood covered her face. She moaned in pain, practically having a grand mal seizure on the floor. This triggered the horrible memories from when Fiona had shot Marcus. Fiona shuddered.
"Jen, let's get the hell out of here." Fiona said. Jen sighed as she gave Erica a kick in the ribs for good measure. Jen knew there was no one out here to help her. She was good as dead.