A Missed Shot

Chapter Fifteen

Destiny rides on her skateboard in the cool, silent night. She begins to mutter to herself, "Maybe it's time I made that field trip a little early." She pats the bow on her back. "Damn. How am I supposed to get this past security? Nah, I'll figure something out." A taxi rolls by slowly. Destiny speeds up and bangs on the trunk of the car and it stops with her. She gets in.

"Where to?" The taxi driver says. He looks back at Destiny first wearing a smile but then a cold scowl. Destiny could see he was a demon.

She flicks her wrist and the hidden blade slides out as she points it at him.

"Bradley International. No funny business. Got it?" Without any verbal response, he turns around and starts the car as they head to the airport in utter silence. The whole time, Destiny's cold hidden blade pressed up against the driver's sweaty neck.

After a few hours of driving under pressure, the driver parks the car. He turns around. "Okay we're here." He points to the number reading $110. "Now pay up and get out."

Destiny scoffs in response. "Yeah right." She stabs him in the neck and his openings flicker orange as the life is drained out of him. She wipes the blood off on his shirt and sheathes her blade as she gets out. Inspecting the area, she counts half a dozen squad cars around.

She walks into the airport. By the back door, she sees many police officers huddled around each other with a body being taken through the exit past her. She sees a lonesome looking blonde girl at the front desk and walks up to her. Reading her name tag, she sees her name is Sally.

"Excuse me," Destiny begins, "um, Sally?"

Sally turns to Destiny in response. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"I need to get to Miami as soon as possible. Any flights?"

"One second." Sally moves behind the desk.

Destiny notices the mark on Sally's neck. "Nice tat. What's it mean?"

Sally looks at Destiny confused. "You should know."

"That's too bad. I don't. Now enlighten me."

Sally ignores Destiny. A few moments later, she looks up at Destiny and points to a hangar on the other side of the building. "It's here now. $250, please."

Destiny fishes out the money requested from her bag. After handing it to Sally, she holds her own hand and says "Ticket, please."Destiny makes her way to the hangar when someone yells out her name. Knowing who it is, she rolls her eyes and turns around, viciously glaring at Dean. "What?"

He approaches her, "Where the hell you goin'?"

She steps closer to him until they're face-to-face, well Dean's chest to her face.

"What's it matter to you?"

"Y'know, I'm getting sick of your petty little attitude and crap."

"Then leave me alone!"

"Well tough, I ain't gonna!" Dean looks around and dismisses the officers and

other people staring. He returns to a normal tone of voice. "You know you're not ready. You know good and well that rushing this thing is a terrible idea, so why even do it?"

"I want her dead already."

"Ditto, believe me, but now is not the time. And you know it." He reaches for her hand. "Come on."

Hesitantly, Destiny grips Dean's hand, rolling her eyes. On the way she mouths to Sally, "Rain check." She winks as she heads out with Dean into the car he and Sam share. She's riding shotgun.

"Destiny, what the hell were you thinking? You're not due down there for another few days." He looks over at where she was and she's vanished. He slams the breaks. "Destiny?! How the. . ." Realization hits him. "Doppelganger! Son of a BITCH!" Dean about faces the car immediately but he's too late. He arrives back at the airport just in time to see the plane for Miami take off.

Peeking out her window, Destiny laughs at the sight of Dean raging outside of his car. He gets back in and pulls off, screeching his tires. She returns facing forward and plays with her amulet. "Awesome work, Destiny." She rests her head back. "Awesome work." She slowly falls asleep.

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Hours later, she's awakened by the plane's engine roaring as it touches down at the Miami International Airport. She yawns and asks the lady next to her for the time.

"10:15 AM," She responds.

Destiny notices the same mark on her neck as Sally had on hers. "What's that tattoo on your neck mean?"

The woman, also bearing a look of confusion, replies, "You should know."

"Yeah, I've been told that."

The woman moves her collar and points to the emblem. "It's called a fleur-de-lis. Right there in the highest tip is an 'E' for Ellie."

"Huh. . .what's your name?"

She fixes her collar. "Alisa."

Destiny eyes her. "You're affiliated with my enemy and yet you haven't punched me square in the jaw yet. You seem like you want trust. Why?"

"Truthfully, I want Ellie destroyed."

"But yet you're joined up with her."

"Every heroine needs their double agent, right?"

"Depends on who your heroine is."

"I'm sittin' next to her."

"Whatever. Still don't see a reason to trust you." They stand up and grab their bags and walk off the plane with each other as they enter the hangar.

"You'll just have to."

They stop walking and Destiny grabs Alisa's arm. "Funny business, you're dead in a heartbeat. Understood?"

"Understood." She gestures towards the door exiting the airport. "Shall we?" Destiny and Alisa walk out of the airport together with to a Mercedes Benz.