Self-Seeker

21

Tuesday

"Good evening, Miss Casanova" One of Genesis's neighbours greeted as they came out of their flat. She was a nurse that worked the night shift so they rarely saw one another.

"Have a good night, Mrs Fields." Genesis replied, walking down to the end of the corridor where her apartment was situated. She attempted to unlock the door whilst balancing five grocery shopping bags in her hands. It was quite humorous actually, she had completed a number of more challenging tasks, yet struggled to surpass a piece of metal in a door frame.

Finally managing to pry the door open, she set down the bags on the worktop and went to lock the door behind her. Friendly or not, she didn't trust anyone in the building.

Genesis was about to start unpacking when a message popped up on her phone. 'All files in Folder: Deana deleted'. She paused. She couldn't delete files that were stored on her drive from her phone, it had to be done manually on the desktop - which could only mean one thing - someone was in her CDC. At that point, only two people came to mind that might be in there, Deana or Carter.

She retrieved a gun from one of the drawers in the kitchen and started cautiously towards her closet when the phone went off again. This time the message read 'all files in folder: Carter deleted'. It was a good thing she had backed up all her files and burned them onto discs, however it was going to be a bitch recovering them all onto the main software.

Genesis rounded the corner into the CDC which was idiotically left open, the girl was such an amateur - she had to wonder why Carter didn't simply do his dirty work himself.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?"

The sound of Genesis's voice caused a startled Deana to turn around, sceptically eyeing the weapon she was holding. Genesis clicked the safety off the gun. She had her warning already, whether or not she chose to take note of it was not Genesis' problem.

At least this explained the whole tape and mug fiasco in her office, Deana needed her fingerprint to get through the wall in her closet. Intuitive, she had to admit. Then it was more than likely up to Carter to bypass her security to the room itself.

"Genesis. Let's not do anything rash. I'm just following orders. Ple--"

"Shut it, Dee. I've given you plenty of chances to start over. Do as I say and I won't hurt you, understand?" She demanded, earning a nod and a gulp in response. "Good. Now hand me your phone." Deana complied and passed the phone to her. Keeping the firearm aimed at her chest, Genesis scrolled through her messages with Carter until she found an address, she had to ignore all the cringe worthy texts exchanged between the two - it was literally revolting.

Genesis was about to lock the phone when she felt the gun being knocked out of her hand and her body was thrown against the wall. She hissed as the side of her forehead hit a glass picture frame which shattered upon impact.

Quickly regaining her footing, she charged after Deana, she must have forgotten that Genesis was a highly skilled and trained con-artist, and unbeknownst to her, a hitman before that. Whereas she had merely taken karate lessons when she was five. She effortlessly caught up to Deana in the closet and grabbed her by the back of her hoodie, slamming her back down onto the floor. She straddled her and held down Deana's arms above her head.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Genesis said as she punched her by her temple, knocking her out.

Forty minutes later, Genesis was at an old motel somewhere in the slums of New York, it was near the area she had followed Jazmine to just over a week ago. The balding alcoholic at the front desk didn't even blink as she dragged Deana's unconscious body by her foot past him, bumping her head on each creaking step as she made her way to the room Carter was supposedly staying at.