around into the darkness. "Is this even a runway?" Cori waited but Kenzie didn't answer. She was not really expecting her to.
Returning her attention to the skies, Kenzie was grateful for the silence that finally fell between them.
Dejected, Cori tried to keep to herself inside the car, but time was not a comfort to her and neither was the quiet. "Can I ask you a question?"
Kenzie turned around and faced her. "I haven't been able to stop you yet."
Cori ignored the sarcasm. "Who sent you here to kill me?" Kenzie didn't answer, though several thoughts crossed her facial features, obvious even in the dark.
"Can't you tell me who? I think I have a right to know. I mean, someone wants me dead and you must know who it is."
Cori waited, she wanted answers, some kind of dialogue, but her captor would not oblige. "Okay, don't answer... At least tell me why? Can you do that? Can you tell me why someone would want me dead?"
"That's more than one question." Kenzie turned away from her and went back to watching for the plane.
"Why don't you just let me go? I mean it's obvious that you have the wrong girl. It is possible you know - somebody somewhere mixes up a name. Maybe the wrong address..."
Kenzie turned and glared at her through the broken back window of the car. "You don't get it, do you?" The question came out harshly. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead, period. You're alive because I need you to answer some questions for me. I want to know why someone would want you dead, and why they chose me to do it!" Each word was a demand. Kenzie took a deep breath, as if to clear her thoughts. "Look...the only way I'm going to be able to figure things out is with your help. I'm not going to hurt you."
Cori studied the woman outside of the car. "Am I supposed to take your word for that?"
There was silence as Kenzie looked up to the stars. Kenzie stepped up to the driver's window and bent down to look squarely at Cori. "I have no reason to lie to you."
For a brief moment, everything else was forgotten as they looked into each other's eyes, searching for answers and the truth that lay beyond their grasp. It had been a long, hard day for both of them, and the toll etched in their distressed and weary faces.
Cori looked hard at Kenzie, eager to find something to give her hope, any sign that she might survive this ordeal. "You want me to trust you? Then tell me what happens when you find the answers. Are you going to kill me?"
Kenzie backed away from Cori and her persistent questions.
"Well?" Cori's courage was growing with her frustration. Throwing open the car door, she stepped out into the night and challenged the woman who was holding her captive. "That's what you were paid to do, isn't it? You were paid to kill me, weren't you?"
Kenzie looked down at her watch again. "Nobody paid me anything. Now will you shut up? I'm trying to think." She started to walk away from the car, but she didn't get far enough.
"What do you mean, nobody paid you? You're doing this for free?" Cori sounded confused by Kenzie answer. "I don't understand? Why would someone-"
"I'm not that kind of a-" She searched for the right word, but none of them seemed accurate. Killer, assassin, murderer - the words were accurate all right, but she wanted to scream that they were not who she was. She did what she did because someone told her to, but suddenly that explanation seemed feeble and inept, and that frustrated her even further. Turning around, her eyes ablaze in fury, she sputtered out, "I don't work that way...I'm not that kind of - I do what I'm ordered to do."
Shock registered on Cori's face. "What you're ordered to do? What does that mean! Exactly who do you work for?"
It was not just a question, it was a demand for information, but Kenzie refused to answer. Instead, she moved further away from the car, away from the questions she couldn't, or didn't, want to answer. All she wanted was for the plane to show up, but she had no idea what she was going
Returning her attention to the skies, Kenzie was grateful for the silence that finally fell between them.
Dejected, Cori tried to keep to herself inside the car, but time was not a comfort to her and neither was the quiet. "Can I ask you a question?"
Kenzie turned around and faced her. "I haven't been able to stop you yet."
Cori ignored the sarcasm. "Who sent you here to kill me?" Kenzie didn't answer, though several thoughts crossed her facial features, obvious even in the dark.
"Can't you tell me who? I think I have a right to know. I mean, someone wants me dead and you must know who it is."
Cori waited, she wanted answers, some kind of dialogue, but her captor would not oblige. "Okay, don't answer... At least tell me why? Can you do that? Can you tell me why someone would want me dead?"
"That's more than one question." Kenzie turned away from her and went back to watching for the plane.
"Why don't you just let me go? I mean it's obvious that you have the wrong girl. It is possible you know - somebody somewhere mixes up a name. Maybe the wrong address..."
Kenzie turned and glared at her through the broken back window of the car. "You don't get it, do you?" The question came out harshly. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead, period. You're alive because I need you to answer some questions for me. I want to know why someone would want you dead, and why they chose me to do it!" Each word was a demand. Kenzie took a deep breath, as if to clear her thoughts. "Look...the only way I'm going to be able to figure things out is with your help. I'm not going to hurt you."
Cori studied the woman outside of the car. "Am I supposed to take your word for that?"
There was silence as Kenzie looked up to the stars. Kenzie stepped up to the driver's window and bent down to look squarely at Cori. "I have no reason to lie to you."
For a brief moment, everything else was forgotten as they looked into each other's eyes, searching for answers and the truth that lay beyond their grasp. It had been a long, hard day for both of them, and the toll etched in their distressed and weary faces.
Cori looked hard at Kenzie, eager to find something to give her hope, any sign that she might survive this ordeal. "You want me to trust you? Then tell me what happens when you find the answers. Are you going to kill me?"
Kenzie backed away from Cori and her persistent questions.
"Well?" Cori's courage was growing with her frustration. Throwing open the car door, she stepped out into the night and challenged the woman who was holding her captive. "That's what you were paid to do, isn't it? You were paid to kill me, weren't you?"
Kenzie looked down at her watch again. "Nobody paid me anything. Now will you shut up? I'm trying to think." She started to walk away from the car, but she didn't get far enough.
"What do you mean, nobody paid you? You're doing this for free?" Cori sounded confused by Kenzie answer. "I don't understand? Why would someone-"
"I'm not that kind of a-" She searched for the right word, but none of them seemed accurate. Killer, assassin, murderer - the words were accurate all right, but she wanted to scream that they were not who she was. She did what she did because someone told her to, but suddenly that explanation seemed feeble and inept, and that frustrated her even further. Turning around, her eyes ablaze in fury, she sputtered out, "I don't work that way...I'm not that kind of - I do what I'm ordered to do."
Shock registered on Cori's face. "What you're ordered to do? What does that mean! Exactly who do you work for?"
It was not just a question, it was a demand for information, but Kenzie refused to answer. Instead, she moved further away from the car, away from the questions she couldn't, or didn't, want to answer. All she wanted was for the plane to show up, but she had no idea what she was going
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