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got what you wanted.”
“You’re worth more to me alive, right now,” Ryles says. “But that might change if you ever pull a gun on me again.”
The microwave dings at the same time the front door chimes. Ryles and Zota glance at each other. Ryles pulls her plate out of the microwave. The door chimes again.
“Oh yeah. Some guy, John, called,” Zota says. “He said he was coming over, and wanted to know if you’d be home.” The door chimes again. Ryles’ face turns ashen. She comes up to Zota until they are eye to eye.
“Who did John ask for when he called?” Ryles asks.
“Huh?”
“Who did he ask for?”
“Rals, Rails, or something,” Zota says.
A older male voice booms through the door. “Hey! It’s John! You in there?”
Ryles put her finger over her lips, and passed Zota her auto-pistol. “Grab the duffel bag in the room. Head out the back.”
“The back? What back?” Zota asks.
Ryles points to the terrace. “There’s a temp-car on Fifth and Bay State. Meet me in the back of East Ispari Hospital in an hour.”
“What’s going on?” Zota asks.
“Go!”
As Zota runs to the bedroom, Ryles grabs the rest of her throwing knives from the table. She then re-wraps the towel around her hair.
“I’m coming!” Ryles says. She strolls to the door.
Meanwhile, Zota bounds out through the terrace with the bag.
The door gives way, inching open to the left as Ryles approaches. Two massive hands slowly force the door further open. Ryles wraps her fingers around one of the blade handles.
Once the door is completely open, John, Director of Protocol, and on of the Triad heavies all stand in the doorway. Dried and fresh blood, and bruises, plaster John’s head, nose, and mouth. The heavy holds him upright. Director of Protocol smiles. “It appears we have a mutual acquaintance.”
Elisa steps into Zota’s office to grab some digital photos and recording, in addition to their wedding license. She trips and falls into a pile of clothes.
Aalin hears Elisa scream, and runs upstairs.
Elisa spies an object beneath the bookshelf as she attempts to get up. She focuses with one eye to see a media card. When Elisa hears footfalls in the hallway, she scurries for the card, and slips it into the cybernetic reader embedded in her wrist.
Aalin walks into the room. “Are, are you all right?”
Elisa slowly rises. “Just a bit of a tumble. Nothing to bother about.”
“Are you sure?” Aalin asks. “Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine,” Elisa says.
“Okay. We should get to Ispari then,” Aalin says. “We don’t want to risk your husband remembering things we don’t want him to.” Aalin cradles Elisa in his arms and they both embrace. We see Elisa stare into space while Aalin’s voice fades into the background. Elisa’s eyes begin to glaze over with bits of code swirling across. Suddenly, her eyes turn from brown to crimson.
Zota scurries down the hill behind the house and through the parking lot, and into the recreation area. Through a side route, he runs into a cross street. Zota looks behind and around him frantically. He sees no one, and then strolls briskly down the street, further away from the apartment. Ahead, Zota see an intersection to a main street.
At the intersection of Second Street and Bay State Avenue, a bus whisks by Zota. Zota looks in both directions, and sees a bus point on the left and runs to it. On the area map a red circle flashes around the text, “YOU ARE HERE”. Zota taps and holds the map’s zoom control, until he can orient himself to his surroundings on the map.
The image of a handsome, thin faced man with short hair overlays on the map. “ Good afternoon? How may I be of
“You’re worth more to me alive, right now,” Ryles says. “But that might change if you ever pull a gun on me again.”
The microwave dings at the same time the front door chimes. Ryles and Zota glance at each other. Ryles pulls her plate out of the microwave. The door chimes again.
“Oh yeah. Some guy, John, called,” Zota says. “He said he was coming over, and wanted to know if you’d be home.” The door chimes again. Ryles’ face turns ashen. She comes up to Zota until they are eye to eye.
“Who did John ask for when he called?” Ryles asks.
“Huh?”
“Who did he ask for?”
“Rals, Rails, or something,” Zota says.
A older male voice booms through the door. “Hey! It’s John! You in there?”
Ryles put her finger over her lips, and passed Zota her auto-pistol. “Grab the duffel bag in the room. Head out the back.”
“The back? What back?” Zota asks.
Ryles points to the terrace. “There’s a temp-car on Fifth and Bay State. Meet me in the back of East Ispari Hospital in an hour.”
“What’s going on?” Zota asks.
“Go!”
As Zota runs to the bedroom, Ryles grabs the rest of her throwing knives from the table. She then re-wraps the towel around her hair.
“I’m coming!” Ryles says. She strolls to the door.
Meanwhile, Zota bounds out through the terrace with the bag.
The door gives way, inching open to the left as Ryles approaches. Two massive hands slowly force the door further open. Ryles wraps her fingers around one of the blade handles.
Once the door is completely open, John, Director of Protocol, and on of the Triad heavies all stand in the doorway. Dried and fresh blood, and bruises, plaster John’s head, nose, and mouth. The heavy holds him upright. Director of Protocol smiles. “It appears we have a mutual acquaintance.”
Elisa steps into Zota’s office to grab some digital photos and recording, in addition to their wedding license. She trips and falls into a pile of clothes.
Aalin hears Elisa scream, and runs upstairs.
Elisa spies an object beneath the bookshelf as she attempts to get up. She focuses with one eye to see a media card. When Elisa hears footfalls in the hallway, she scurries for the card, and slips it into the cybernetic reader embedded in her wrist.
Aalin walks into the room. “Are, are you all right?”
Elisa slowly rises. “Just a bit of a tumble. Nothing to bother about.”
“Are you sure?” Aalin asks. “Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, I’m fine,” Elisa says.
“Okay. We should get to Ispari then,” Aalin says. “We don’t want to risk your husband remembering things we don’t want him to.” Aalin cradles Elisa in his arms and they both embrace. We see Elisa stare into space while Aalin’s voice fades into the background. Elisa’s eyes begin to glaze over with bits of code swirling across. Suddenly, her eyes turn from brown to crimson.
Zota scurries down the hill behind the house and through the parking lot, and into the recreation area. Through a side route, he runs into a cross street. Zota looks behind and around him frantically. He sees no one, and then strolls briskly down the street, further away from the apartment. Ahead, Zota see an intersection to a main street.
At the intersection of Second Street and Bay State Avenue, a bus whisks by Zota. Zota looks in both directions, and sees a bus point on the left and runs to it. On the area map a red circle flashes around the text, “YOU ARE HERE”. Zota taps and holds the map’s zoom control, until he can orient himself to his surroundings on the map.
The image of a handsome, thin faced man with short hair overlays on the map. “ Good afternoon? How may I be of
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