A day and a life...

Silence.

Time halted to an abrupt stop as his gaze turned from water to cold hard ice. His smile fell as a confused and angry look swept across his face.

"How do you know my name…?"

Her eyes dropped as she felt the blood rush to her face. Had she really been that careless

"Let’s just go to the hotel and I’ll explain everything"

He followed her out the door as they walked in silence to the hotel where he stayed. Up two flights of stairs and still not a word was exchanged. She tried to play out the conversation they would have and how she would explain her, situation.

He closed the door behind her as she drew in a long deep breath.

"Where do I begin…" She started.

"Parker, there’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just be frank. I’m an assassin. A very good one at that but for some reason I’m managed to royally screw this one up."

He grinned as she looked at him with a questioning stare. Such an odd reaction, she thought to herself. I tell him I was planning on killing him and he smiles at me?

"Well," he said "I must admit I’m a little relieved you couldn’t go through with it. I know I’ve done some bad things and I’m sure there are plenty of people who wouldn’t mind having me dead, but I don’t know; something about knowing you could be dead makes you appreciate life even more."

She exhaled as she slumped into a pile on the bed.
"I just don’t know what’s gotten into me lately" she rubbed her face trying to smooth away the oncoming headache.

He sat down beside her and kissed her gently on her temple stroking the back of her head as she instinctively relaxed. She closed her eyes and she fell back on the soft white comforter trying to find some kind of right in all this wrong.

They sat in silence for what felt like ages as her mind tangled between what would happen next.
If Frank found out he would send someone after not only Parker, but now her as well. He couldn’t find out. He never had to know. What was it about this stranger that made her want to risk everything?

She felt something cold touch the side of her head as she slowly opened her eyes and looked to the ceiling.


"I was being honest when I said I was glad you couldn’t muster up the courage to kill me. I knew it was a risk when I accepted the job, but as you of all people know, in our line of work it’s just an occupational hazard."
He looked at her coldly as he cocked the gun.



"Frank was right. You have gone soft"

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