One shots

Scene 3

I jumped up and down to Maroon 5’s Misery in my light blue bedroom. I belted out the lyrics, off key, and without support, but I didn’t care. I jumped down from my bed and danced through the room.  Ballet mixed with hip hop.  Yup, that’s just how cool I am. I sang to myself as I looked in the mirror and shook my long blond hair back and forth and made faces showing off my bright blue eyes. The song ended and another came on and I started to dance again. I threw my hair all around without a care. I pulled off my pink tank top and danced in my sports bra and shorts. I tossed it to the floor and started to Calypso. I practiced the precise steps and strong hip movements as Shakira’s Latin beat flowed through my body.

“Is this a bad time?” A voice called, breaking my trace.  It was as if the music screeched to a halt, but it really didn’t. I jumped about a foot in the air, and spun to pause my iPod. I turned to the door and flipped my hair out of the way.

“Shit, Arden. Don’t scare me like that.” I said gripping my chest as if he had given me a heart attack. In truth, he almost did.

“Sorry Carina, thought you’d actually have a shirt on for once.” He said with a smirk. I stuck my tongue out at him and got up from my bed. I snatched up my tank top from the floor angrily and stomped from my room.  I pushed past Arden and jogged down the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen. I went straight to the fridge and heard Arden coming down the stairs.  He joined me in the kitchen as I sat down at the kitchen counter with a chilled glass of water in my hand.  He glanced at me with his big chocolate brown eyes.  His light brown hair was shaggy as if he’d just woken up, even though it was at least 1:30 in the afternoon. He raised an eyebrow at me and I pulled my tank top back over my head. He smiled and I took a long drink of water. I eyed him suspiciously as he tapped his fingers on the white marble countertop.

“What’s going on Arden?” I asked, setting down my glass and turning to him.

“Mia is back.” He said simply. My body turned rigid, my eyes glazed over and I didn’t see anything. Next thing I know, I’m loading my handgun and turning to him.

“This time, she’s not getting away.”

4 months earlier

I adjusted the auburn wig on my head to make it look more natural, put in some green color contacts, and holstered my gun in the waistband of my tight black skinny jeans.  I brushed a hair from my left shoulder of my sequined pink tank top onto the floor and walked out the door of the motel I was staying in. I walked silently through the streets of Dublin.

I glanced side to side, making sure that no one was following me. I ducked into an old cobblestone alleyway and continued toward the pub at the end of the alley. Just as I began to hear the gentle hum of the neon above the door, it opened and three large men walked out. They were all in black business suits with shiny black dress shoes. I ducked behind a dumpster that smelled like week old cheese and waited.  The men didn’t move. I focused on each of them in turn.  

The first one was roughly 5’ 9” with shaggy dark brown hair.  His face was covered in a layer of stubble that was at least three or four days old. His eyes were covered by a large pair of sunglasses that didn’t look quite right on his muscular face.  His muscles rippled from underneath his suit and he looked to his two counterparts and nodded.  They placed themselves on either side of the door to the pub as the other walked off. I cussed silently. I don’t know anything about these guys. I have no idea whether I can kill them or not. I scanned the two men, not as carefully as the first, since they all had the same hair, and roughly the same height. They were all dressed in the same suit with the same exact shoes. I pulled out my phone and dialed my computer guy.

“Carina! Haven’t heard from you in a while. Guess you need some info huh?” the male voice chimed happily into my ear.

“You got it Bryce. I need to know if these bouncer looking meatheads are killable.” I whispered, keeping close to the metal dumpster and pulling my tank top up over my mouth, leaving my bare stomach exposed to the warm evening air. I heard the click of keys on a keyboard as I waited for my response. I knew exactly what Bryce was doing. He was taking my information that he was receiving from my cell phone, processing my location, putting that information to every satellite he could find and take control of, and zooming in as close as he can until he was seeing every last little thing that I saw.

“That dumpster hasn’t been emptied in a week. Watch out for rats.” He said, and continued tapping. Taking images from the satellites of the two remaining men, plugging them into our system and scanning every bit of info that we may or may not have on them. The computer system that we use will tell you anything you want to know. From when and where they were born, to the very doctor that birthed them and every other baby since them. It might even give you the information on the doctor, I’m not sure. I’m just aware of the fact that when I infiltrated a similar company, I found that I have a larger paper trail behind me than I previously thought. If someone in my line of work wants information on you, they’ll get it, plus more.

“Okay, I got it. If you don’t want us to have a funeral for you just yet I suggest you don’t mess with these guys. You’re right, they are meatheads. Easiest way to get past them is the most obvious. Dumb yourself down. You’ll be able to get right past. No questions asked.”

“Bryce, you’re the best.” I said quietly before flipping my phone shut.  I crouched along the brick wall until I reached the turn that I could have taken, but dismissed. I jogged silently, even in my three inch high heels, and circled around to the pub. Before I turned the corner to the pub, I straightened my wig, brushed off any dust that may have gotten on me, or my outfit, for it would be a crying shame if anything would happen to make me look anything less than perfect. I turned the corner and amped up the sex. I swung my hips a little more, pouted my red lipstick covered lips, flexed my calves and sucked in my stomach.  I felt their eyes on me instantly.