Beca had made her way up the many flights of stairs to the top penthouse. Despite her shortness she was agile and took two steps at a time, building a thin sweat layer over her body. Beca was more than determined though, Chloe's safety meant everything to her and this hitman needed to be interrogated immediately. Nothing would come from his death, but Beca had considered it out of anger for the attempt on Chloe's life. She was in the cross hairs of other hitmen now. That was the creed. Once a contract had been undertaken they would never stop, they would never cease until the contract was fulfilled.
With every floor she passed Beca's determination grew, building for the oncoming confrontation.
This would have to be his plan B. He would think she would return to the highest keep 'the penthouse' for protection.
Reaching the top floor Beca carefully opened the door checking for any traps. There were none.
Rookie.
Beca looked up and down the small hallway and stepped out. Going towards the familiar room number. She listened in at the door for any sounds or movement. It was quiet. But Beca's eyes were torn away at the sound of moving cables from behind. It was the elevator, and it was getting louder.
Someone is coming to this floor.
Beca had a split minute decision and opened the door into the hotel room she went inside. It was fairly dark apart form some filtering lights from the Vegas strip outside, along with the hallway and kitchen lights. Beca used the shadows and slipped around the room, crouching low in a far corner. In perfect eye line of the hallway and hotel room door.
She sat there waiting for the person to enter, readying her knife in her hand. Beca's mind reeled that just earlier today in this hotel room Chloe and her were together. In a completely different scenario and mindset. That was long gone now and Beca let a small frown appear that she too would have to be long gone once this was done.
How could this have happened. What cruel joke is the world playing on me? Like I haven't had enough to work through the one person I've come to fall for is a victim to the Elite Hitmen.
Drawn from her thoughts, Beca's eyes snapped upward to see the hotel door slowly open.
She had slipped away from the car successfully and Chloe snuck into a near service elevator, pressing for the penthouse floor. Her whole body was still shaking, her mind was one colossal freak out zone. Trying to analyze what was happening.
Why is someone trying to kill me? Jesus Christ what did I do?! Poor Jessica caught up in all of this. God please let her be okay... my god Beca! Beca shit!
Chloe pulled the phone out but remembered it wasn't her own and she didn't know the woman's number off by heart.
Please be okay. Fuck I've put them in danger.
More tears streamed down her already damp cheeks.
What about my family?! Will they go after them?!
Chloe wiped the tears and tried to calm herself, taking 3 deep breaths. Deep breathing techniques she had learned during yoga and pilates that she tried to implement. Chloe needed to focus and concentrate on the current situation. The one where she is heading up to her own possible death to try and save Jessica.
The elevator stopped on a couple of floors down for some reason. Chloe's brain kicked in and told her to get off, to take the stairs in case this hit-person was waiting. Chloe jumped off and walked the hallway to the fire-exit stairwell. Along the way her eyes saw someone's leftovers of a meal sitting outside their door that was yet to be taken away. Chloe saw the steak knife and checked up and down the hallway before leaning down to pick it up.
