Final Job

Chapter 7: Situation

Rissa softly closed her door when they got home. She sat down at her desk thinking. She started writing a poem. Rissa had always liked writing poems and short stories in her free time. She let her handwriting glide down the paper, creating words she never would say. No one really knows her, no one will ever see. The side of her, who she wants to be. The laugh and smile and joyful face, that jump in her step, that willing grace. The persons who is kind and keeps others in mind. Her past defines her life. She wears a mask to escape the strife. When alone she has those tears, the tears held back all those years. But everyone sees the light from him. The one who past is also grim. She watches from afar. Her feelings act like a prison bar. With him she will never weep. He says "Goodnight Partner" And goes off to sleep. Alex walked in to say goodnight. He looked at her. Sprawled across her desk, pen still in hand. He picked her up and layed her down on her bed. After pulling the blankets up to her chin, he walked over to her desk. Curious about what she had been so intent on writing, he read the poem. He set it down gently and looked at her. She looked different, as if the old Rissa had been replaced with the one in the poem. He smiled and walked to the door. As he flickered off the lights, he whispered "Goodnight partner." And walked to his room to fall asleep. The morning light shined through the team's windows, but Rissa was already downstairs making breakfast. Alex stumbled into the kitchen and sat down. He had barely slept and had dark circles under his eyes. He kept staring subconsciously at Rissa. She noticed and began to feel uncomfortable. "Why are you staring at me so much?" She paused. "And why do you look like a dead fish?" Alex started, "Well..." He thought back to the dream he had the night before. It was just like the poem she had written. He finally noticed the small smile, the light laugh, they grace in her step, and the admiration in her eyes when she looked at him. While it was a nice dream, it didn't last long. The smile was replaced by a frown, the laugh was never heard, he grace disappeared, and he admiration had been filled with hate. Unlike the dream though everything faded and all he could he could hear was Rissa calling out his name. "ALEX! ALEX! LISTEN TO ME GOSH DANG-IT!" She threw a stick of bacon at him. That seemed to bring him back to reality. His fatigue disappeared and he felt normal again. "Sorry Riss I was just thinking." She blushed at the long lost nickname. Turning away she plated out the food. "What's next on the list?" She asked changing the subject." "Uhh...." He fished the list out of his pocket. "We have to go the The Delta Base and kill Kyle, their leader." He said rechecking. They ate breakfast in silence. Making sure to lock up they headed through surface streets towards the underground entrance. Checking to make sure they weren't being followed, they slowly lifted up the hatch and climbed down. Before them was a long tunnel and at the end a huge door. Cautiously, they walked towards it. Alex jumped in front of Rissa when the door suddenly opened and men ran at them surrounding them. Guns pointed at the two. They were both thrown to the ground by a tall man. He held them down as the others bound them in chains. They both yelled and kicked as the man dragged them through the base and finally into a cell. Well except it wasn't that nice. He threw them into a hall. Rissa's back met with the rough cold surface of the floor. Alex ran over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked searching for any cuts or bruises. She struggled to sit up. Alex steadied her. "Yeah... I'm fine." Alex glared at the man. The man just shook his head and walked out of the room. "It was that girl." Rissa sighed. "She told on us?" "Yep. We were stupid to think she wouldn't tell." Rissa hung her head. "Hey. It's okay!" Alex said trying to cheer her up, but there was noting to do. Being captured and held captive in The Delta was not how either one of them wanted to spend their day. The man continued dragging them, room to room. Until finally, they reached their destination.