The ABC's of Assassination

Airports Hotels and Hot Coffee

A/N: Hey, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes just point them out nicely please. The chapters will switch point of view each time from Delilah to Cameron to Delilah etc.

Chapter 1: Airports, Hotels, and Hot Coffee

Lila can't wait to leave the hellhole of an airport she was currently in. All the people at the luggage claim were fat and taking too long. The airplanes taking off were giving her a headache and the off-white tiles smell like vomit.

She finally catches sight of the bright orange bags her little sister got her, and is beyond relieved. But when she reaches for them, it is just her luck that one of the straps break.

"Of course! Of, fucking, course! I can't go one day without this bullshit happening," She says, grasping what's left of her strap. she ignores the stares of the other patrons and moves on.

Lila finally makes it beyond the luggage area, to find herself faced with a throng of people all pushing or pulling to one direction or the other. Maneuvering her bags through the crowd is a nightmare, and she barely makes it to the entry doors to make the shuttle to the car rental agency.

Slumping down in the uncomfortable cloth seat, she rubs at her temples trying to alleviate some of the pain there. Someone pushes all her bags into her lap, claiming the seat next to her. The weight of everything she brought for the next three months is pressed onto her legs because some asshole couldn't find somewhere else to sit.

She turns, only slightly under all that weight, to look at the offender. As he gives her a sickeningly arrogant smirk, she fumes at his nerve. His teeth are yellowed from coffee and smoking and he has the awful stench of an overused ashtray.

"Hey there, doll. Mind if I sit here?" His fake southern drawl grates on her nerves. She's knows he's faking, even if she is just from New England.

"Actually, doll, that seat was meant for my ridiculously heavy luggage. So your bullshit accent and yellow teeth, can go find another seat."

Her smile throws any and all aggravation his way, the rest peeking through her voice. Her heart is beating faster, because despite her bravado she is worried about being confronted in a foreign country. He scowls, but gets the message and moves. As soon as his ass is off the cloth, she moves all her baggage back to the seat. She revels in her new found ability to breath, but just for a minute.

Lila watches the road as they travel, only slightly disoriented by people driving on the left hand side. Before the small blue shuttle pulls off into a parking lot, she watches the touristy fast-food area transform into the more London-esque buildings she was expecting.

She waits for everyone else, including the sleaze ball from earlier, to get off before even trying to exit. she finally reaches the front of the vehicle, when her bag gets stuck in the folding doors. She finally tugs it free, releasing an avalanche of bright orange and crappy zippers.

She mutters obscenities under her breath as she gathers her stuff. By the time she makes it into the rental agency, and up to the front desk everyone else from the shuttle has been set up and left.

"Hi, how old do you have to be to rent a car from you guys?" Lila is out of breath and slightly winded.

"Eighteen," The clerk responds, not even bothering to lift her eyes from her emery board to check who's standing at the desk. Lila rolls her eyes at the receptionist's obvious lack of interest or hospitality.

"Where are the forms I need to fill out for a rental car?" The blonde finally lifts her eyes away from her nails, to gaze at Lila. She gives her a once-over, and gives a condescending smile.