Trapezoid (The Base)

Chapter 12

A passenger at one of the back seats of the plane was clearly immersed in an interesting book. His lip and brow piercings and revealed tats made most give him a double take. Having shaved the sides of his head, he ran his hand through the longish dark brown hair left to be a broad mohawk. Airhostesses seemed to ignore him by darting past. He stopped one by reaching out to grab hold of the tray without looking at her, intently studying his book.

Her trepidation was apparent in her grey eyes. "Would you like something to drink, sir?"

He raised his head and his dark blue eyes bored through hers. "It seems I've finally become visible."

"I assumed you didn't want to be disturb—"

"Water sounds good."

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It seemed this "Joey Grey" was a promised new member of the mafia operating somewhere in England. Levi could not tear his eyes from the guy's "story." If he was going to play the guy's part successfully, he had to know him—as much as possible. The real guy was already in jail for being part of a store robbery. It almost freaked Levi how much he had in common with this guy. He had a good hand with guns, was his height, and almost looked exactly like him. But one thing was wrong; Levi wasn't going to get caught.

Only one guy had literally seen the original Joey Grey. All Levi had to do was avoid him—somehow, or his cover would be blown. It seemed D. Smith wanted to hit two birds with one stone. He had to find the leader of the gang who had escaped the electric chair back in the U.S. And there was Greenwood to deal with. Imagine all Joey Grey's name was doing even though he was behind bars!

Levi sipped at his bottle of water and remembered the airhostess's ashen face. He grinned to himself. His appearance had greatly changed, thanks to Michael. The tattoos had been duplicates of the real Joey Grey's. Fortunately the piercing holes Levi had had from his teen years were in the perfect places for the Joey Grey's. While on his way to the airport, he had learned from the "biography" how to be the guy also in demeanor. By the time it was announced that the plane was about to land a couple of hours later, Levi clapped the book shut and shoved it into his backpack. He'd need to burn it later.

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Exhilarated—the one word that perfectly described how Lisa felt. She splashed water on her face and gazed at her reflection in the mirror of the lady's room. Her dark hair was tied back into a ponytail, defining her high cheekbones. Her tank top revealed toned shoulders and arms. She chuckled in satisfaction. Working for the circus had required that she work out often, but for entertainment. No one wanted to watch a flabby lady swing from one side of the tent to the other. Working in a diner had given her an opportunity to gain a few pounds. But here she was—just having completed another day of intense physical exercise—but this time it wasn't for the crowd.

She had never studied any type of martial art until now. Having incorporated all the oriental arts, her sensei, Chow, had been harder on her. And knowing her background, he had been expectant of only the best display of agility, skill, and flash reflexes. But amidst all the pressure, she was pleased with herself. In a few weeks time she'd be more than just some waitress at a diner who by some chance once worked for the circus. She was on her way of being more—someone of real worth—someone part of bringing some justice into the world.

Hearing the door open, she turned her attention back to reality. The blonde made her way to the sink beside her and sighed wearily, her head down. Lisa glanced at her, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to come. The woman's long hair covered the side of her face. The shame she was feeling was probably her reason for letting it down. That was understandable.