The X Assasin

chapter 2

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   As I paced into the airport, I glanced around taking in my surroundings. It was just the same as when I had been here just a few days ago. The only things that were different were the people and the schedules.

   I walked up to the line that had the plane that would leave the soonest, and walked up to a small women who had a huge fake smile plastered on her face.

   “I’m sorry ma’am, but if you could please..”

   I interrupted her, having no patience for her to finish the whole spiel she was delegated to say. All airports had around the same thing when it comes to turning down customers.

   ‘I’m sorry ma’am, but if you could please walk to the back of the line and wait patiently like everyone else. We will take care of you after the customers in front of you are helped. Thank you for understanding.’

   “Actually this is important to both you and me,” I started quickly, watching as her false smile twitched in annoyance.

   “Ma’am,” She stated a bit more aggressively this time. “Please move to the back of the line and wait your turn.”

   “My name is Patty McArthy and if you get ahold of Cathy Collins from the Ireland Cork airport, she will explain everything.”

   Cathy was just one of the few people that I trusted. When I escaped from the holds of my old gang, I quickly learned not to let anyone into my life. I only let a few trusted people know who I really was. People that I knew not even my old gang could find out about. People like secret agents.

   When I met her, she was undercover as one of the service ladies trying to catch a terrorist who was planning to take over the plane and blow it up. When she first met me, she noticed that I was out of breath and in a hurry. Which led her to believe that I was a terrorist. But when she took me into one of the airports back rooms, she read my ‘secret files’ and learned all about my past.

   As she was explaining how I was in a very dangerous situation, all I was thinking about was; Is she going to send me to an orphanage?  What if the gang figures out I’m there?  Why hadn’t I just been normal like anyone else? When she finally stopped talking, she just gave me a few papers and left the room. As I waited for her to come back, I browsed through the papers. All the papers had on them was: her name, address, number, where she worked, and her work phone number. I put that paper behind the other and found the next paper containing a few hundred dollar bills and a plane ticket to Peru.

   Ever since that day, I’ve never seen her again. I’ve talked to her on the phone a few times and sent her discreet letters, but I know she’s always there, watching.

   The lady gave me a confused look, but did what I told her to. When she dialed the number on the phone, she asked one her co-workers to cover for her while she was gone.

   As she walked to one of the back rooms to talk into the phone, I examined the new lady helping the flustered people behind me. She was much older than the other lady, and her hair was much more gray at the roots. She wore a nice dress suit with a floral blouse, and had her hair in a black headband. She only looked to be around the 40’s, but she also had a certain genuine smile that made me want to smile back at her.

   After a few awkward minutes trying to hide my face and anxiously looking around for any suspicious men towering over the rest of the crowd, the lady that was originally helping me came back out of the room she was in.

   Her posture was more stiff then when i last saw her and she kept fidgeting with her hands, which held a large envelope. I glanced up at her face, realizing that she was biting her lip and darting her eyes around like she was watching a fly swirl around the room.

   Once she was standing across from me, her hand that holding the envelope bolted out, and was shaking. By now I was used to this kind of reaction when the person helping me was finished with the call, but I always wondered what she said that made these people so scared.

   I took the envelope and started to walk away quickly when she stopped me, “She, she said to to trust her with this one,”

   I raised an eyebrow examining the packet. I was curious to see what was inside and to what location I was going to next. I quickly hurried to one of the airport’s discreet chairs, and sat in a corner.

   I quickly scanned the room once more, checking for anyone interested in me. As I saw that no one took a second glance at me, I ripped the envelope open to find a wad of cash and a few signed papers with tickets clipped to them.

   I first examined the tickets, for the curiosity was gnawing on my brain now, begging me to find out. As I read the ticket, my grip on the peice of paper hardened and my gaze wouldn’t budge from the eight letter word informing me of my location.

   Michigan

   Why would she send me there, is she trying to kill me? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted her, she was probably working for them the whole time!

   “Excuse me?”

   I stopped massaging my head to look up at the small elderly man who interrupted my thoughts. As I examined him for any kind of threat, I noticed a small piece a paper in his hand that was stretched out to me. I looked back up at his wrinkled face and raised my eyebrows in question.

   “I think you dropped this”

   Before I could object, he dropped the small envelope in my lap and scurried away. As I watched him take small quick steps towards a long line, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the mysterious envelope. I held it up to the light and realized that were only two words on the small piece of paper resting in the envelope.

   I brought the envelope down and slowly turning it over. I noticed the letter wasn’t closed and the wax wasn’t licked yet. The person who actually wrote this must have done at last moments notice. I opened up the letter and brought the small piece of paper out. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I flipped it over and read the words. I let a long reassuring sigh leave my mouth as I recognized who it was from.

   Trust Me

   I read over the words three over four times before standing up and walking over to the waiting area. She is really pushing it with this one, I thought, I hope she’s right, I guess all I can do is find out.

   As I boarded the plane heading towards my worst fear, I started strategizing. First, I would have to find a discreet place to hide. I can’t sleep in the forest or at my old home, it would be too obvious.If Sweet Marie’s Motel is still running I could sleep there for a few nights, and I could move around a bit.

   Next, I would have to create a background story. I’ll be Robbin Kara May from Sandusky Ohio. I came here with my parents, who moved for work. I will use my real age, which is 18 years, and I have to decide what I will do to keep on the down low. I won’t be able to take up a job, because I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Especially when Adam’s thugs make their daily rounds.

   There was only one way I could have the smallest chance of surviving in that town. I would have to go back to school. I had quit school when I escaped, picking up bits and pieces of information every so often, but I’ve never been in school since. School would be a great place to stay in the shadows, because Adam and most of his thugs have already dropped out. And the ones who are still there, won’t have the courage to even look at me in the eyes.

   Finally seeing logic behind this sticky operation, I boarded the plane. Sitting in the back where I had the ability to observe the narrow room, and the pleasure of the awful stench drifting from the bathroom behind me.

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