Aiming For Her

10. The Confession

"Woah what do you think you're doing?" I screech, stumbling back. I've never seen him look so murderous before. Then it he laughs and pulls the gun back.

"Relax, I'm playing with you." he mused, an unusual look past his face when he saw me squirm. I eyed him, annoyed, and told him to put the gun down. He chuckled for a moment before doing what I'd asked. "Well what's with the sudden attitude? have you seen me put any bullets in here?"

"How do I know that there's not any bullets in there already?"

He unloaded the gun and bullets came out of it. "Hmm, good point," he said, examining the gun itself. "Good job pointing that out Jenny."

"You don't have to praise me"

"Oh," he eyebrows shot up in surprise. "but I do, maybe tomorrow if I'm generous enough I'll give you this gun"

I stiffened. "What?"

"I've noticed there's no gun in your pocket."

My shoulders slump. "Well, with the job I have now I won't be needing the gun with me anymore."

"But what if something happens?"

"It won't"

His head whipped to face me. "You don't know that"

"And you don't either."

"All the more reason to give you something that'll keep you safe, everyone safe" he said, examining the gun.

"Oh come on! It's not like the technology is going to come alive and kill me"

He shot me a deadly stare. "This is 2050 technology we're dealing with, they move by your command. But they haven't been tested yet so we don't know what these things can do."

My eyes go wide. "Are you serious? I thought I was dealing with simple robots, not living robots"

"Like I said, we don't know, these things can possibly backfire and kill you on a rare 15% occasion," he said. "That's why they sent us this gun. It's the only one that can kill this type robot if something does happen. That is unless you want to be defenseless."

Shivers crawled up my spine when I thought about the night that started it all, flashing before my eyes again. Luckily his handsome face was there to make things smooth over a bit. "Don't freak out over it okay? you're going to be great at this job."

I frowned, "yeah when I'm dead since you obviously don't care if I live or die."

"If you believe that is the case," he grumbled, not looking at me.

I rolled my eyes and he called out to me again. "Jenny, do you know what's funny?"

"No"

"Well actually it just sounds funny to me. You don't look like a Jenny at all", he said. His eyes going to my lips. I chewed on them nervously. Why is he staring at my lips though? is there something on them, wrong with them?

Crap, he's on to me.

"Why's that?"

He pursed his lips, his eyes studying my facial features. "I don't know if it's just me or anyone else to be exact, but Jenny sounds kinda plain. And you're everything but" he said, slowing down his words at the end as if he was in deep thought about something.

I can't help the smile that creeps up on my face. "Welll, never felt more offended and pleased in my whole entire life. Thanks for the weird feeling"

"That's just me for you," he said, picking up the cardboard boxes. I rolled my eyes, he was definitely a piece of work. "I'm going to unwrap these and come back when I'm done. In the mean time you can help Ezra let the prisoners out for Breakfast. Do you remember how he looks like?"