Winning ticket

Chapter 2

Against your better judgment you head back to bed and try to get in a few hours of sleep before the assassin comes back. Your mind is far too occupied for you to fall asleep. Instead you think about the interaction you just had.

After shaking your hand, the assassin warned you not to move and that she'd be back in the morning. You're hoping that the promise she made to keep you alive still stands. The thought to sneak out and high tail it to the airport crosses your mind, but you think better of it. The assassin would certainly hunt you down and collect your bounty, if not her then someone else. You rather not take the chance.

With that last thought your body submits to exhaustion, as you get a few hours of sleep.
You awake to find sunshine shining through the cheap motel drapes. Stretching out you take a moment to enjoy the morning light and the peacefulness you're feeling.

That's when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat, you jolt up in bed searching for the source of the sound.

Sitting at the desk you see a woman around your age with short brown hair pushed to the side. She's wearing a black leather jacket and aimlessly twirling something around on the desk. It's a good look on her, you briefly think.

However a random stranger sitting in your
room watching you sleep is not a good sign. At first you think it's another assassin here to kill you but think better of it when she makes no moves to hurt you, instead she watches you with amusement.

"Don't let me interrupt your beauty sleep." She sacrascity says.

Hearing her talk confirms your suspensions that she was the assassin from last night.

She's less scary looking now compared to last night, especially because she's not holding you at gunpoint. Seeing her makes you relax a fraction, she's protecting you after all.

"Right, um I'm up now, so what's the plan?"
You ask, deciding to get right to the point.

She just grabs your bag from the desk and throws it at you, hitting your feet that's covered by the blankets.

"Get dressed and clean up, our first stop is getting you a whole new identity, one good enough for you to leave the country." She explains, leaning back into the chair seeming uninterested in this whole thing.

You awkwardly get out from under the covers and grab your bag. You make your way to the bathroom keeping your eyes on her. When you get into the bathroom you close and lock the door, leaning against it shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath.

This is crazy you think, partnering up with someone who gets paid to kill people, what were you thinking. You open your eyes and spot a small window on the other side of the bathroom, it's on the wall by the toilet. It's not that high up, by climbing on the toilet you could probably get yourself up and through the window. It's a small opening though, there's no way you can escape without being heard.

For a moment you let your mind wander to the idea of escaping, unheard of course and fleeing the motel. But then you remember the people searching for you right now and you suspect they won't be as friendly as the assassin on the other side of the door. Shaking your head you let the idea pass you by and focus on reality.

After placing your bag on the toilet you glance at the mirror above the sink. You look awful, your hair is a mess and your eyes are red and puffy from crying, you've got bags under your eyes from lack of sleep and stress. There seems to be a bruise forming on the left side of your jaw. It must be from the alleyway you think, you shudder from the memory of your encounter.

You turn back around and turn the shower on, slowly stripping out of the clothes you've been wearing since yesterday. You spot another bruise on your ribs this time, it's from being thrown to the floor and hitting the desk on your way down. Neither bruise hurts too bad, as long as it remains untouched.