The Hitman and Christy

[wetfear]

Staring out of the window of the dusty diner, I take in the image of the hot orange sun as it descends in the now pink sky over the Nevada desert. Rubbing the back of my neck, I think back to better days in my life where I worked as a clinical coordinator at a pharmaceutical research center. I remember all of the clients that used to come and see me, smiling when I think of Claire, the 80 year old woman who was under a study for sublingual insulin admistration tablets. It all ended that night in February of this year when I witnessed a man gunned down outside the facility. Not that I knew anything about it. I just saw it. Though the FBI didn't waste time in placing me here in this hell hole, claiming to protect me for the sake of testimony. It seems that the murderer worked for some macho oil company owner who traded illegal arms behind his company front. None of it meant anything to me. Other than my life was now put on hold here, in this place. I shift my gaze and peer out at the small motel across the two lane highway. Home to me now. I work as a waitress at the diner and then walk to my new home at night. What a life I have. At least for the next two months anyway, I am forced to deal with it until the trial. Then I'm supposed to take the stand to identify the murderer.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear my "new" name, Susan, shouted across the small diner. I turn to the voice in time to catch the last words of my boss as he mumbles something about me always being in La-La land. Then I see him. He's about 6'1", with short dark brown hair and from the looks of it about a one week beard. I notice the denim jeans and white teeshirt under his long black duster. Curious, I stare unintentionally, caught up by his obvious out-of-place appearance.

I blink then move for the menus, grabbing one and moving towards him. I don't know how long he's been standing there while I was off in thought. He removes his sunglasses and I'm staring at a pair of emerald green eyes. I smile and offer him a menu before turning to escort him to a table.

(Wears tight faded denim jeans, yellow tank top, long light brown hair up in a ponytail, white tennis shoes, black pager in my front pocket, and a white apron around my waist)

 

[TommyTwoTime]

God who would have thought that this chick would have such a sexy ass, it's quite a change over the way to fat Mafia guys I'm used to...wow I might almost regret killing her...of course money is money. I sit down at the table and order a beer, not trying to look lehcerous but probably suceeding, oh well she cant get many offers of any value in this place. She leaves, I unbutton my top button hoping maybe she will be too busy checking me out to remember my face...just in case. My body is not what you would expect of a hitman, my talent is more blending in and charming people, accents, accessories all come naturally to me. My short brown hair is excellent for wigs and the sort, but my muscles while not large are strong enough to break a man's neck and to hold a woman up in the shower. I decline opening the menu and she comes back..
"you know what I think I'll have whatever you recommend."
"steak it is then."
"You wouldnt care to join me would you, love?"

 

[Snowblind]

Tired

Well. Here I am in the middle of the desert, guiding my Harley down the highway. There is nobody out tonight, and I feel free for the first time in several weeks. Riding along, guiding my bike with one hand at a hundred miles per hour, my thoughts drift back to my little mission.

I slowed upon spotting the hotel. I eased the bike off of the road and parked. So, this is where I'm going to be staying, huh. I needed new clients. These people had no class or respect for my skill. That's okay. I'm almost out.

I enter the hotel, walking up to the desk. I rang the bell. Nothing. I rang it again...nothing. Something is wrong, here. This guy can't be this busy. I reached into my trench coat and pulled out my .50 caliber Desert Eagle pistol and made my way behind the counter. Nothing.

The old man appeared from around the corner. I immediately covered him with my pistol and took the slack out of the trigger.

"Don't shoot!! PLEASE!!" I relaxed.
"This your hotel," I ask. He nodded. "I need a room," I say, turning and making my way to the other side of the counter. He nods.
"How many," he asks.
"Just me," I say. "For now." I watched the diner across the street intently. I knew she was there. My FBI contact told me. Undoubtably someone was already on her. I spent too much time with that Maria chick in Vegas. Oh well.
"Here's your key, sir. Have a nice night." I pay him and head upstairs. I insert the key.
Wait. Bad vibes. I listen, hearing a slight shuffling noise inside. I silently turn the key, readying my pistol. I kick the door open, ready to shoot someone.
"Don't shoot!! Don't kill me!! No quiero morir!"
"Shut up. Are you alone?" Just a spanish maid. She nodded, backing away from me. I placed my pistol in my jacket, looking her over. She was quite attractive, with large, heavy breasts, a tight stomach, and a beautiful ass. "What's your name," I ask.
"Elisa. Elisa Hernandez."
"Okay, Elisa. You may go now." I almost shot the maid.

I could see the diner from here. Perfect. I left the hotel, seeing Elisa enter another room. I ran across the street to the diner. I was a little hungry, anyway.

When I entered, I saw her talking to someone. I ignored her as best I could and sat in a booth. She would come over soon enough.

 

[Maniac9538]

He walked down the street, he loved walking across the country. Another good point was the fact he was ex-Marine, so the FBI would call him up for jobs. This job was no diffrent, protect some gorgeous lady from hitmen, not a bad job but not one he overly enjoyed. He walked up to the diner where he was told she worked. He walked up to the fat ass he knew had to be the manager. 'Is Susan here?' the man pointed at her and he nodded 'thanks' Sits down at a table setting his duffel bag down with a soft thud.

 

[wetfear]

Smiling, I politely decline the man's invitation at this point. "I would love to, but at this point, I think my boss is just looking for a reason to fire me." Collecting his menu, I turn and walk away, a small smile having creeped across my face. I am quite flattered. It's been a while since I've known a man. Drowned in work at the research facility, I rarely had time for romance. However, I couldn't help but feel interested. Hell, I'm a witness, but still a woman.

Moving towards the kitchen pass thru window, I noticed the other man now. Having not seen him come in, I was taken aback. Still clutching the menu in my hand, I pause at the booth where he sits and lay the menu down. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you come in. I'll be right back to take your order." With that, I continue on to the kitchen, slipping the order slip for steak on the steel window. "Order up, boss." The obese cook grabs the ticket without even looking up at me, mumbling under his breath. Sighing heavily, I turn back around to get the newest diner's drink order.

That's when I see yet another man. I can feel my heart beating now. Three separate men sitting in the diner. Swallowing hard, I move slowly towards the newest man, grabbing a menu as I do. My eyes are locked on him. Suddenly my mouth feels dry. I lay the menu down on his table, not saying a word, and move to get the other man's drink order. As I approach the second diner, my mind begins reeling over what the FBI told me to do. I reach for the pager on my jeans waistband, more for comfort than anything. Relaxing a little, knowing that it's still there. Surely the FBI would have already paged me if I were in danger, right?

Approaching the second male diner, I force myself to smile. "Could I bring you something to drink?" I can feel the eyes of the newest diner on me. Either it's all in my mind, or all three of them are watching me. Now my eyes meet his as he answers.

 

[Maniac9538]

As he waits for her to take his order he scribbles her a note watching the two other men. When she walks past him he leaves it at the edge of her at the table for her to read. it reads: I'm w/ the FBI...I'm here to protect you. I think these two guys are here to kill you, be careful.

 

[Snowblind]

I listen. I laugh weakly, more to myself than out loud, and shake my head. I sat there as she approached, and ordered a nice dinner. I slowly sip on my glass of water, swirling the glass so that the ice clinked against the sides of it. I watched her unobtrusively, noticing several things about her. Mainly the way she kind of nervously reached for her pager as she looked around at the three of us in the diner. It was then that I knew it was her. Her height and weight apparently matched. I still did nothing. No need, yet. Obviously, she is too nervous to talk to. I would have to wait until I found her alone, then take care of business...

 

[Always]

"Damn it's been too long..." I say as I walk into the diner. Waving to the people, I make my way to the counter and knock on the wood. "Hey Cookie..." The cook turns around and greets me like an old friend, the asks me to take a seat. I drag a chair up to the counter and sit conversing with him as he cooks. "Put some paprika in it, silly!" I admonish him. I turn around on my chair, surveying the diner. "I can't believe you're still here..." I say to the cook as I watch the three men in the bar. None of them move naturally, and as I watch more closely, I realize they were trained not to. "Hmm... And I thought this place, way out in the middle of nowhere, was intrigue~free..."

 

[Maniac9538]

Picks up his duffel bag and opens it slightly and looks in, grabs something andp pulls it out. Pulls out a bag with some vitamins and a few other presription drugs and swallows them coughing slightly and cracks his neck, his black leather trench coat wrapped around his form.

 

[Always]

Watching the pill~pusher curl himself up in his chair, I smile and think to myself, Hmmm... If he drugs himself, he can't do his job. So he's either not on duty or those weren't the kind of pill you can get normallly, prescription or not... which means either black market or government. Which leaves me back where I started!

 

[Maniac9538]

Takes off his trench coat a tattoo of the marine corps. bulldog on his right bicep with 'live free' above the tat and 'or die' below it, the bulldog blood red, one eye white, the other blue.

 

[Always]

Government. Egotistiacl as well as hot... I think as I make idle catch~up chat with the cook and look over the govvie boy.

 

[Maniac9538]

Looks at shila and smirks, nodding to her. Rolls his shoulderas back trying to work a kink in his back out.

 

[Always]

Finishing my conversation with Cookie, I leave my pack on the counter and walk towards the door, passing the govvie on my way. Behind him, I stop and take a few cautious steps forward, then tentatively reach out adn lay my hands on his shoulders. Using skills long ignored, I invoke my massaging techniques and rub his back and shoulders and neck...

 

[Maniac9538]

Tenses at first, but leans his head back and sees it's her, relaxes.

 

[Always]

"There... does that feel better?" I ask softly as my expert hands rub his back into happiness. "Or would you care for a full~body massage?"

 

[Maniac9538]

Grins up at her...'only if I could return the favor....a full body massage.' Studies her as he speaks. Normally just ignores women...no he's not gay just thought no woman would want in on his life, but this woman, damn she was beautiful....a woman he'd happily go home to every night if she wanted him for that long

 

[wetfear]

Having read the note, I can feel my heart racing out of control now. I swallow hard, then look up at the man. My eyes are trying, unsuccessfully, to hide my panic. At this point, I don't know who to trust, but I know what the FBI assholes said to do, and I plan on following through. Knowing not what else to do, I slowly nod discretely, then turn on my heel and move towards the kitchen.

"Order up." Placing my hand down on top of the ticket, the cook is forced to look up at me. He throws me a confused look, and I think better of it now. Instead, I move to the double swinging doors leading to the kitchen. Now inside the kitchen, I approach my boss. "I have to go home. I feel so sick. I think I'm going to-". Clutching my belly, twisting my face up, I turn and run for the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I make quite impressive sounds of someone losing their stomach contents. After a couple minutes of that, I turn the faucet on and stare at my image in the mirror. My face is pale and I am sweating somewhat. Bending my face down over the sink, I splash some cold water on my face. "Get it together, Christy."

As I step out of the bathroom, my boss approaches me and tells me to take it home. He sure the hell don't want it. I apologize and without returning into the dining area, grab my purse from my locker and leave quickly through the back door. Amazed that as of yet the pager hasn't gone off. FBI? What the hell would that guy do just showing up like this? Nothing was making sense. And what two guys? Or rather, which two guys? My mind was reeling. I crossed the highway without bothering to look. Perhaps ten cars passed the diner in any given one day. The highway had earned the name, The Lonliest Road in The World, for a good reason. For ninety miles either way, there was nothing. Just sand and boulders lined the road. So having all the single males entering the diner was a good sign of serious trouble in play.

Inserting my key into my room, I enter and don't waste time.
Throwing my purse on the chair, I move to my knees, raising the bedspread and retrieving the small handgun given to me by the FBI. Though I was trained by one of their agents, I am still highly uncomfortable with it in my hands. Standing up, I tuck it into the back of my jeans and grab my sunglasses off of the dresser. "This isn't real. It can't be." Unable to get myself to move at first, I am in a trance. This is crazy. That's when the pager went off. "Shit!". Without wasting another minute, I move to the bathroom and slide the window up. I let out a fearful sigh of events yet to come as the Harley's chrome shines in the sunlight.

Because I am so comfortable with bikes, when the FBI had asked me what I wanted as a get away vehicle, I had immediately told them of the Harley. It's the one piece of my old life that they had allowed me to keep. As I slide out of the window and straddle the bike, I mumble, "This is the one that counts, babes." Slipping the shades down over my face, I bring the Harley to life and head out, leaving a cloud of dust in my quake. Pulling the bike out onto the asphalt, I only glance over at the diner, hopeful that I went unnoticed. Then I turn on the power of the steel beast, opening out full tilt.

 

[Maniac9538]

Watches both men, took the table the faces them both...his hands slide under his shirt as if to itch, then suddenly his draws two berreta 9 mm pistols and aims at the two hitmen, putting a bullet in each of their shoulders immobilizing their arms.

 

[Always]

"Of course I'd let you return the favor!" I say with a shocked silly grin on my face. "Otherwise you'd owe me... Which can be fun, but hey..."

I stop as he shoots the men in the arms, then figure, Hey, what the hell, he could use some help...

I reach my hand under my own trench and run my finegrs along the cold metal of my sniper rifle. I'd had that gun since my thriteenth birthday, after playing some if~it~moves~shoot~it game for too long and getting hooked on the weapon. She was my baby, my good ol' Betsy. I did not move my hand, ready to pull out my rifle and blast it into someone's brains...

 

[Maniac9538]

Sees the rifle and smiles, opens his trench and she sees his baby a .50 cal McMillan sniper rifle. 'now you are a goddess of a woman' pulls her down into a kiss with intense passion.

 

[Always]

"Beautiful..." I mumble as I spot his mini. "Thank you~" I find myself cut off by his kiss, soemthing so sensual I nearly lost it then and there. The only time that I'd ever...

I quickly banished that memory from my mind and concentrated on him.

 

[Maniac9538]

Rises and pulls his trench coat on. 'you live around here or should we get a room at the hotel?' hauls his bag up onto his shoulder gazing at this goddess.

 

[Always]

"I have a room at the hotel already... I suppose you'd like to see it?" I pick my pack off the counter and say bye to
Cookie, then walk out of the door next to the govvie boy.

 

[Maniac9538]

wraps an arm around her slender waist kissing her as they walk out. 'mmmmmmthink you should join me in my job in life since we are so much alike.'