Revenge Of The Hunter

Ally

Standing in the private airport, I glanced down at my phone seeing Aiden rocking my phone for the 20th time inside an hour. Numerous voicemails and texts had come through from him as well. I watched as his name disappeared from my screen before I held down the power button, shutting my phone off completely.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I turned around seeing the tall, well built man that I hadn't seen since we killed Sarah Walsh. His grey and blond trimmed beard on his face was still there as he continued to walk towards me in a business casual navy suit.

"You're lucky I have to go to Texas for business, Callahan." His English accent greeted me as he presented my hand for a quick shake.

"Nice to see you again, Christian." I shook his hand with a polite smile before we both dropped our arms.

Christian extended his hand towards the private jet that sat on the strip, silently telling me to walk ahead, and I did so.

I gripped my duffel on my shoulder and walked up the few steps onto the plane before eyeing the white leather seats. I immediately recognized it as the plane we took last time. I took a window seat to the left, smiling politely at the stewardess, while Christian took a seat across from me. I put my duffel on the seat next to me, while he loosened his navy tie.

"So is this your plane?" I asked, curiously as I looked up at the stewardess who gave us bottled water.

"Thank you, darlin'." He said to the woman with a polite smile before he looked at me. "Yes."

"Hmm." I whispered mostly to myself. Frank never said what Christian does or who he really was, but this was the second time he was helping. He was more of a quiet laid back looking guy, but you can tell in those green orbs of his he didn't take no shit. "What's a guy like you do to afford a private jet?"

The engines started to get louder as the plane inched its way down the strip, getting ready for take off. I gripped the edges of the arm rest just a little more.

"Are you going to do this the entire flight?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Do what?" I asked, looking out the window.

"Ask me subtle questions to see if you can figure me out?"

I looked from the window back to him as he stared at me. "Well, I'm certainly not going to pass up the opportunity for the next three hours."

He shook his head lightly and opened his water bottle. "Wonderful, the 20 questions game." He muttered before taking a large gulp.

"Besides, I hate flying. Talking and getting distracted makes me feel better." I say as I feel the plane pick up speed down the runway.

Christian smiled softly. "Would you like some liquor then?"

I shook my head. "No thank you." As much as I would love to get drunk, I need my head in the game.

"Okay." He mumbled.

I closed my eyes momentarily feeling the plane take off into the sky. My grip on the armrest tightened as I bounced my leg.

"I don't get it. You're a super soldier created by the government. If the plane crashes, there's almost an 80 percent chance you'll probably survive the crash."

Well, he knows that much about me. "That doesn't make me feel any better." I bit out, opening my eyes to see him looking at me with a very amused look on his face.

"I wasn't trying to. I just don't get it. Why are you so scared of flying?"

I clenched my jaw, ignoring him. I know he was playing with me.