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Chapter 4

📡Headquarters

"You giving me the silent treatment?" Jack questioned breaking the silence as I continued to focus on the road. He knew my weakness. How stupid I was to let him catch me off guard. I could only aim and shoot at targets but beyond that I was pretty much useless. If Jack didn't change his mind I would be a corpse by now. What made him stop when he was so close to ending my life and gaining his freedom? Crossed my mind as I ignored him.

"Are you mad that I tried to kill you?" What kind of question is that? I thought to myself. I mean, what person in their right mind asks a question like that? However, now that I think about it Jack wasn't exactly a person in his right mind.

He was more dangerous than The Hatter in Alice in Wonderland and that's saying something. He wasn't just bonkers or crazy but he never thought and just acted on impulse which was quite dangerous given that he could snap or switch sides at any second. He was unpredictable and that was scary and the fact that I had to work with this mad man made it all the more so.

I didn't bother to talk back though. "Come on," Jack said as I refused to talk, "talk to me, the silence is suffocating." For a serial killer he was quite talkative and most of the ones I knew of were silent. Jack however, did prove to be an attention seeker and for some reason he couldn't stand silence. Well, from my observations.

"Jane!" He shouted but it wasn't necessarily loud. "Talk to me." He whispered the last part. Was he that lonely? Years in confinement, years of isolation, being stuck in a cell. It probably all must have gotten to him.

"What do you want me to say Jack?" I grit out feeling slightly agitated, "Thanks for not killing me?" Sarcasm laced in my tone.

"I wasn't going to kill you," Jack said as the volume of his tone lowered, "I just wanted to see what you'd do and you know, for an assassin you're pretty bad." He laughed a bit after the last part as if to lighten the mood. "If you want I can teach you how to defend yourself?"

"Well, that's not what I heard," I said. Why am I even arguing with him? "Damn it, I can't kill her." I mimicked, remembering what he said. It came out sounding a bit funny though but I don't care at this point. I heard him giggle to himself like a crackhead.

"Is that what I sound like to you?" He laughed. "I thought I sounded sexier? Aren't woman usually attracted to dangerous men?"

I don't think ones that try to kill them count.

"I can't be attracted to you if I'm dead Jack." I deadpanned, looking into the rear view mirror with a blank stare as I saw him put his head near the vent window with his eyes peeking at me. I caught his eyes through the mirror looking into my own and I gulped feeling a bit odd before I went back to focusing on the road.

"If I wanted to kill you you would've been dead already." Jack said sounding annoyed.

"That sounds like something a killer would say." I side commented.

"You know what, believe what you want." He said clearly sounding agitated.

I heard him shuffle at the back and when I glanced into the mirror again, it appeared he had turned his back towards me and the back of his head came into view. His hair was a total mess but he's been in captivity for so long it makes sense although I guess they allowed him to shave or I'm sure he would have had a beard by now.

I thought to Jack's background information, keeping my hands firmly planted to the steering wheel. His background information in his file was blank as expected. There were no reports of any murders or murder investigations which involved him even though he was responsible for the mass murder at Northridge High and killing spree at Grove Park. His name was completely clear but how?

How could there be no records when even I knew about it from the articles back then and how did they just disappear? Unless, this was the authorities keeping his name clear. Maybe I can ask him about his past since it's blank in his file? Nah, that's none of my business. I'm just here to do my job, get paid and hopefully retire early.

"Ahem," I heard him cough, "what are you thinking about?" I only realised now that he was looking at me though the mirror once again.

"Nothing," I blabbed out feeling odd that he looked serious as he said that, almost as if he were concerned about me? "I'm, just tired." I said giving a fake yawn.

"That's a lame excuse." He retorted with.

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»[At Base]

"Wow you actually came through." Said one of the guards sounding surprised as if he didn't expect me to complete my task. He signed my documents before I could drive through. Checking my ID he punched in my check in sheet. "I bet that he would have escaped but it looks like I lost. Guess, you not that hopeless, after all." He gave me a smug look that I intentionally ignored.

I wasn't bad at my job but I wasn't seen as a proper assassin given that I never dealt in close combat fights and this was why I was mocked. However, I was a pretty good shooter. I never missed once since I was used to hunting and using guns from a young age. I figured I never really needed combat skills since I avoided it. I avoided being in those kind of situations and most of the time nobody knew it was me who was responsible for certain deaths.

I went under the radar because as everyone says "I don't look like someone that can hurt a fly." Boy are they wrong when I have a gun.

I drove in finding an empty parking spot under the building.

To be continued...

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