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Bad can be accidental but evil takes planning.

Chapter 3: That Bad Feeling

After planting a listening device in Ben Anders briefcase I called a porter and had him deliver it to his room with a note saying the porter must've grabbed it by mistake. I turned the receptor on, so far everything seemed okay. After that I started getting ready and it seemed to be taking forever. In the shower I kept going over and over how I was going to put the antifreeze and GHB in Ben Anders glass. I was thinking of distracting him again and then putting it in the glass. After my shower, I did my hair and make-up then I went through my suitcase and pulled out a short red silky dress. I listened to Ben Anders in what seemed to be a business meeting while I got my heels on. I looked over at the clock.

"Damn it." I cursed it was already 7:55.

"Hey can we cut the meeting short I have a date tonight." I heard Ben Anders asked.

"Yeah, I think everything is done here. Go on have fun on your date, see you tomorrow morning Ben."

"Afternoon." Ben said, I could hear the cockiness in his voice that made me either want to roll my eyes or shot him in between his legs.

I grabbed the little paper spill of GHB, and the vile of Antifreeze and stuffed them into a little purse I had. I grabbed my key card and walked out of my room closing the door and getting into the elevator and pressing the lobby button. When I got to the lobby I ran into Ben Anders.

"Well hello darling." He said walking up to me and planting one on me. I leaned back.

"I was just heading to the bar I can order you something if you need to go change?" I asked with a little smile.

"That would be great, a kamikaze would be great, I just need to go up and change." He turned and left towards the elevators and I hurried along to the hotel bar. The one thing in that moment that I was wondering about was what the hell was a kamikaze? I knew he didn't mean the Japanese suicidal plane guys, I knew he meant a drink, I just had never heard of it before. I just hoped the bartender had. I got a table in the darkest most secluded corner I could find. The waitress came up and I order his kamikaze and me just a glass of tonic water. When the drinks came I acted quickly I carefully put the antifreeze and the GHB in luckily without being noticed. With barely just enough time to spare Ben Anders came walking in. I had to admit he looked handsome, but I had read his file, he was a jerk who liked to hurt women. I was a happy my client had given me his file, because if he hadn't I might of regretting killing him. His file had said killer scumbag, but the guy that walked into the bar and walking towards me almost didn't look the part. But then again a file was a file, who really knows, but then again if it made killing him easier then there was nothing wrong with it. Besides I was being paid to kill him, not read his biography. Ben Anders sat down across from me and grabbed his drink.

"Thanks doll." He said in the easy going almost cocky tone he had first used when I first met him.

"No problem." I said grabbing my drink.

"To us and a night I hope not to forget." He said clanking glasses with me, I smiled and watched him down the whole thing, oh you have no idea I thought taking a sip from mine.

"So what's your name doll?" Ben Anders said putting down his drink that he already drank haft of.

"Lillian Carter, and you?" I asked already knowing the question.

"Ben Anders." He said gulping down the last of his drink. I smiled at him, that's when I first noticed the person watching us. A man a couple tables away at a table with a beer. Maybe I was letting that bad feeling I had get the best of me. Maybe it was time to take a vacation, or maybe I was just sleep deprived and needed to catch up on some sleep. But the more and more I thought about it, the more and more I knew it was the bad feeling in my stomach, I knew it wasn't the lack of sleep, I knew I did need a vacation, but then again who didn't need a vacation. As our conversation kept going we talked about things from sports teams to work. I looked at the clock as our fourth round of drinks made it to the table. It had already been over haft an hour and the effects of both the GHB and the antifreeze started to show. He seemed to act as if he was drunk, then again four drinks known as a kamikaze would probably also do that to you. I was completely fine sipping my tonic water and the only people that knew that was the waitress, bartender and me. I tried to forget about the man at the table, but every time I looked at Ben Anderson I say him in the background.

"Since we already know each other, how about we go get to know each other up in my room." Ben Anders slurred, I just nodded trying not to gag. He got up and almost stumbled a bit, but I helped steady him. I got up, wrapping my arm around his and we walked towards the elevator. He seemed to wobble a bit, but once we got into the elevator that didn't seem to matter. He reached forward grabbing me, lifting me up and resting me on his hips then backed me up against the elevator wall and started kissing me hot and hard. With one hand wrapped tightly around my waist and the other pressed firmly against my neck and face, it seemed the words; a little drunk, dizzy, and unsteady didn't mean anything when it came to Ben Anders. I pressed my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and kissed him back. He started to kiss down my neck and I opened my eyes. That's when I noticed it. The doors of the elevator hadn't even closed yet and I could see out in the lobby and what I saw almost made me jumped. I think the only reason I didn't was because I couldn't move with Ben Anders tightly gripping at me. In the lobby was the man from the bar, and he was watching Ben Anders and me in the elevator. I was worried and that bad feeling seemed to be bubbling back in me.

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I made him in less than five minutes. Apparently I wasn't the only watching Alison Dalton. He had been in the bar when Alison was there and then followed her afterwards into the lobby. I called Coulson.

"Something wrong?" Coulson asked sounding tried.

"Coulson, someone else is watching her." I said pressing the phone to my cheek watching the man.

"Has he made you yet? Has she? Do you need to be extracted? Do you know who her target it is? Has she taken them out yet? Do you know if they're going to take her out? Are you going to take her out or bring her in-or do you think it's too risky?" Coulson said rambling off questions faster than I could answer them.

"They haven't made me yet, I believe I know who her target is, but either she's a really great actress or he's not the target, I don't believe she's taken him out yet, I have no idea what they are going to do, and I'm still hoping to bring her in, and I have no idea if it's safe or not." I said rubbing my scalp. It was almost nine.

"We've found him on the security cameras and we're running his picture through the data base I'll contact you if we get a hit on him."

"K, Coulson, I got to go." I said watching the guy start to move.

"Oh and if you're going to bring her in do it ASAP, I don't like the sound of someone else watching her, be safe Barton." Coulson said in a worried voice before ending the call. I put the phone in my pocket and watched as he started for the door to the stairs. I trailed slowly behind. God just be some weird harmless guy.

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By the time the elevator door opened Ben Anders was pretty close to passing out. But that didn't stop him from pressing me against the walls every now and then. When we finally got into his room I pushed him down on his bed. That's when I heard it. It was a soft type of thuds. They were footsteps. I didn't know if they were headed for this room or not. I wasn't going to take a chance. I couldn't believe it. I had been so stupid. No gun. No knife. Hell Ben Anders was pretty much asleep. I was looking for something anything. I opened a drawer on one of the night stand tables and relief flooded me when I felt a gun grabbing it I went over to the bed and grabbed Ben Anders by the arm and dragged him to the safety of the bathroom luckily by now he was completely passed out. I was just coming out of the bathroom when someone kicked the door down. I turned with my gun, but wasn't quick enough. I felt the pain of a bullet rip through my right shoulder and then my left side. I fell to the floor pain searing through me as man walked up and kicked the gun away. I kicked out with my leg knocking him down. We wrestled around for a bit for a gun, which only ended with me in worst shape then I started.

I glanced up as I felt the thump of my heartbeat in my head. I knew what it felt like to die. Hell I knew since the age of five. Being so close you almost relax and except it. I had gotten pretty close and been saved. But know there was no help for me this time. I was shot, on the ground bleeding out, no weapons, and no help. So when I heard the gun fire I had expected it. What I didn't, was somebody falling on top of me.

"Ouch." I managed to squeeze out. From the light of the outside hall I could see a figure, a man. I almost groaned, if it was the man from the bar and lobby then this was just getting terrible. Then again I was pretty sure that the guy that was dead and on top of me was the guy from the lobby and bar.

"Are you okay?" A voice said lifting the man's body off of me. I winced in pain, and then felt a hand put pressure on my shoulder. I wanted to scream out. Well at least it wasn't the man from the bar and lobby. The man pulled out a phone and called someone speaking in a whisper.

"I got her, but she's been shot, we need to be extracted right away." I tried to focus, but the pain was ripping through me.

"Make it a quick ten minutes; she's losing a lot of blood." Time seemed to get slower and slower and the pain sharper and sharper. When at last he closed his phone he said something that completely startled me.

"I'm sorry about this, but Alison I'm going to have to move you." He said quickly and before I could respond I was in his arms bridal style. With pain screaming in through me, my mind was racing. How did he know my name? I never used my real name, ever, even when I wasn't working. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was to strong and I was to hurt. He carried me out of the room and down the hall till he came to a door.

"Crap."

"What?" I asked wincing just from speaking one little word.

"I'm going to have to put you down for a second okay." He said lowering me to the ground, he then straightened up and took out a key card and unlocked the door. He then picked me up and set me gently on the bed then went and closed the door. He came back over and checked over my wounds.

"I have a first aid kit in one of my bags under the bed." I said through gritted teeth. He reached under the bed and pulled out one of the briefcases, opened it, moved the things inside and opened the hidden compartment and glanced over everything then pulled out the first aid kit. I tried not to think about it, but it was hard. It seemed the more he messed with it the more it hurt. He was on his phone again. It seemed as if everything was dark and blurry. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it didn't seem to help. It seemed not matter how much I tried they just kept closing and each time for longer periods of time. I knew I was dying. It would happen one day. I just didn't think it would be this day.

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"I don't care what you have to do, just get here now." I said into the phone. My hands were soaked with her blood and so was the thick gaze I had on her gunshot wounds.

"Where just a couple of minutes away, hold on." Coulson replied back to him. I knew Coulson was doing everything he could as quick as he could, but if she didn't get medical attention right now then she would probably bleed out.

"Are they prepared for her when we get there?" I put the on speaker then put it down next to her. I took off the bloody gaze and grabbed some towels and pressed them to her. Her eyes where mostly open, but they would close every now and then for a while.

"Yes. We're on the stairs just one story below you. Get ready to quickly move her."

"Hold on Alison, just hold on." I said slipping my arms under her, I picked her up and carried her to the door. With one hand, very slowly, I opened the door then closed it just in time to see Coulson and a tactical team coming towards me. Coulson took one look at Alison and his face paled.

"There's a helicopter up top. What the Hell happened to her?" He asked motioning me towards the roof exit.

"I'll explain on the way," I said then I looked Coulson in the eyes. We both knew this was going to be a close one. Even if we got there in time it didn't mean that Alison Dalton was out of danger just yet.

Authors Notes: sorry took a little long to update, it might take a little long every now and then to upload the next chapters, because school for me is starting pretty soon. Please review, its very appreciated. Thank You!~Honey-Bee128