On The Horizon.

2 (Eric)

The police were waiting outside and readying themselves to go in to take care of business. I was fighting the crowds of people who were just sitting and watching. Most of them families of the patients who were still inside and couldn't come out at the moment. That's when I saw the police chief on the radio with his men and trying to call Tailor's cell. "It just keeps ringing. She's not going to pick up so we are going to negotiate something or if that doesn't work..."

"Sir," my father spoke as he was there before all of us, "pardon me, but only if she points that gun any where else, will she be shot. We need her."

The chief stared at him obviously not liking the over-taking of command at the moment. "Fine, but if she tries to shoot one of my men, she will be dead." Isaac nodded and looked at me for a little bit, the thought wheel turning in his head.

"Sir... I want one of my team members to talk to her. If she hears a voice from one of her own then I think it might calm her down a bit." The chief rolled his eyes, but nodded. My father looked at me, "Go."

I nodded. How the hell am I suppose to talk to her? I don't negotiate. I kill people. Well... the bad people at least. I headed inside slowly, looking around and saw her standing over her step-father like a predator ready to strike at any moment. She glanced over slightly hearing the doors open and close then she spotted me. Turning, I saw only what I could describe in one word. Rage. She was pissed beyond belief just by looking at her stance, but the gun stayed pressed against his skull. I swallowed hard, here goes nothing... "Hello."

Tailor stared at me. "Who are you?"

"Get her away from me she's fu--" Her step father started screaming, but was instantly cut short.

She hit him in the head with the butt of the pistol then turned towards me pointing it at me. "I won't ask again, pretty boy, who and what are you?!"

I raised my hands up a little. "My name's Eric. Eric Belenas... Listen I'm not here to hurt you or anything, just to talk." Tailor stared at me still like a hawk. As we were in silence, I started examining her in my head coming up with a couple things. One, she looks hurt on her leg. Two, the bags under her eyes means she probably hasn't slept in over three to four days. Her hand that held the gun shook a little and her complexion pale as ever meaning she hasn't ate either or had water in a while. "How long have you been running?"

"No. You don't get to ask questions! I do that...." She keeps raising her voice and lowering it, not like she's going to lose it, more like she's afraid of it some how.

I nod dropping my hands, "What do you want to know?"

"Not from you! From him." Points a little over to her unconscious step-father.

"Well that's kind of hard to do after you just K.O. him..." Tailor glared and raised the gun more towards me and held it with two hands. "Listen, there's officers outside ready to shoot you. you are posing a threat because you have a gun. You know that right? My team is out there also. We work for an organization ran by your mother." She lowered the gun a little bit now that I have her attention. "Yeah. She was our director. Now, would you like to put the gun down and come with me to come answer some questions and I'll answer yours? Or would you like to go rot in prison? Either one. Your choice."

She stared at me again, debating what she wanted to do. "What will you do to me if I do?"

That's a weird question... "Uh, feed you and give you something to drink. Let you rest for several hours after you talk to us for a little bit. Then after that... Well we will get there. I told you I'm not going to hurt you. Your safety is 99% guaranteed with me."

Tailor lowered the gun more, but it was aimed at the lower part of my leg. "99? Only 99?"

I shrugged. "Well that's how much effort I will put into it..."

She sighed, "And prison afterwards right?" I shook my head watching her eyes bounce every where and start to shake her head. Tailor gave another shaky sigh wiping her face with sleeve as tears started rushing down her face. "You're lying." She raises the gun again towards my face as I stepped closer. I stopped in my tracks swallowing hard. Damn. I thought she was actually going to listen to me. "Why does everyone lie to me?!" She yells and seethes. "I should shoot you... I should have the cops come in and arrest me..." Now Tailor was back to talking, but she was furious. I've never seen someone so cold or so in raged in my life.

Suddenly she lowers the gun completely and stares at me then glances over to her, still passed out, step father then back to me. "I'll see you around Eric." Tailor takes off and climbs up the wall, out the window she went.

I stood staring in amazement. Isaac came running in, pissed at me for not stopping her obviously, stared scoldingly at me. "Seriously? The one chance we have and you blow it?" My eyes sauntered down to my feet and I walked out seeing the rest of my team staring at me expectantly. I shook my head to the question they all had. Why couldn't I keep talking to her? I didn't even try to stop her. This job is really starting to get on my nerves as well as being the "acting negotiating person". Then my father came bounding out of the area with medics following out behind him carrying the step-father on a stretch, but my focus was cut off when Isaac stood in front of me. "Find her. Now. Before the chief has our asses on a silver platter. I don't want them involved any more in this." He hisses at me and I nod rounding up my team not feeling I should argue with this one.

"Alright I need Ayisha, Eli, and Kristen. The rest of you I want you to keep watch on security camera footage as far as out as needed. I want eyes everywhere, understand? We need to catch her now." They nod and we break off to go catch her. I cannot let her slip through my fingers again. Not this time.