Chris forced himself to relax as he stepped inside the elevator to the 6th floor housing the infamous Dr. Morgan’s office. As he walked down the white walled, pristine hall way, it only reminded him of hospitals and he detested being here the more but it had to be done_ might as well get it over with. He pushed in the door. Perhaps, she’d be as stifling as the deceased Freeman_ that’d just make his day. He was greeted at the desk by a grumpy looking receptionist who told him that the doctor was expecting him after she had ascertained his identity and had relayed his presence over to the doctor.

He knocked and a door behind the closed door ushered him in. the doctor was on the phone seated in a high backed leather upholstery chair with her back to him when he walked in. she turned over shoulder and motioned him to one of the leather chairs directly opposite hers before turning her attention back to the call. She spoke in soft animated tone and he sat back patiently and took in his surroundings.
It was a beautiful and spacious office, modern, cozy and warm and not too loud in lieu of decorations. Perhaps, she was a firm believer in minimalist is key. The walls were painted in white and on one side of the office was just windows_ as many windows as the energy conservation regulation would allow to let the lights in and one thing it did was make you not feel claustrophobic and boxed in_ one thing she had in contrast with Freeman not that he’d ever visited the deceased doctor’s office but people talk. A side of the office boasted of a ceiling to floor book shelf, a couple of cushions in red and black leather leaned against the wall. The large mahogany table she was seated behind sat in the middle of the office and on the table was a computer, a personal laptop, books and a few stationeries. Its disarray was in direct contrast to the tidy room. He noted the absence of any family portrait on her table_ matter of fact; it was devoid of any pictures. Perhaps the inestimable doctor was single or merely cherished her privacy. Privacy_ the last resort, he mused to himself. A few paintings hung on the white walls further bringing an ambiance to the lively setting of the office.
Finally, she rounded off her discussion over the phone and turned to acknowledge her guest with a smile and an apology.

“I’m sorry for having kept you waiting.” She said with a slight shake of her head. “But some people are just relentless.”

Chris found himself staring at an oval face and sweet features. Light brown eyes clear and wide and direct, soft without being weak_ a confident smile on nacreous lips. She wore a black turtleneck underneath a cream colored blazer and sat very straight in the brown leather chair. A couple of framed awards sat on her desk while some were housed on the wall to ceiling shelf taking up an entire portion of the spacious office. There were two doors within the office which he probably assumed was the rest room.

She reached for the stationery inkwell and retrieved a Monte blanc pen_ Long slender fingers, pink polished nails. Black hair swept back from fine bones, the cheeks accentuated by blush. All in all, Dr. Morgan was a sight to behold and he was impressed but it didn’t make what was undoubtedly to come any more bearable.

“It’s alright.” He shrugged

she flashed him another beguiling smile and extended a hand across the table. Chris accepted the proffered handshake and was surprised to find soft palms but a firm handshake.

She sighed and leaned back and he watched as she extracted a file from among the jumble of files on her desk_ a file which no doubt was his. He resisted the urge to squirm at the weirdness of his situation. “Chris, I finally get to meet with you.” She said after studying the file briefly

“Well, if you are just studying my file, you must not be ready for me then.” He intoned drily

“Of course not.” She cocked her head to the side and studied him “How’s your injuries by the way? Healing nicely, I presume.”

Chris was getting mighty irritated by the small talk every minute that passed. He combed his hair back from his face in a gesture of impatience and irritation. He fixed her with a direct gaze not bothering to conceal his obvious irritation.

“Can we just cut the small talk and get on with it? It’s no secret that if I had my way, I wouldn’t be here in the first place so let’s make this easier on each other and cut right to the chase.”

His initial tirade had her drawing back in reflex. She had read through his file more than once and from what the Chief had told her, this was going to be no easy feat_ it never really was anyway not even with the kids. It actually takes time for the patient to trust the therapist enough to open up to them. Most patients tend to see it as loss of control over their lives and with the adults, it was a more daunting task and with a virile strong willed independent individual as her recent patient, it would be no easy feat.

She had not jumped at this offer_ matter of fact, she had turned the mayor down who had being the one to reach out to her at the behest of the chief of police and even suggested a couple of referrals but he had been adamant in his choice of her and finally she had relented_ she owed him after all.

“You are right…” she paused “But for this to work, it takes a dialogue and cooperation.” She twirled the pen in hand absently

Chris sighed and shrugged out of his wind breaker. He had a navy blue T-shirt underneath that emphasized his good physique_ the sleeves were short putting strong bicep muscles on display. This was going to be a long one, he deduced_ might as well undergo the torture in comfort. “Nice office.” He complimented

she smiled “Thanks. I’ve got my interior designer to thank for that.”

“I love all the windows though.” He made a gesture with his finger at the floor to ceiling windows taking up a corner of the office and giving you a clear view of the outside world. “Eliminates that feeling of being boxed in.”

“That was the idea. I’m glad it’s paid off.”

“So back to the matter at hand._ what would you like to know that you don’t already know?”

She smiled again “I’d like to know anything that you’d wish to talk about Chris.”

He hated the way she said his name like he was some impertinent six year old_ he was a thirty year old adult for chrissake. He hated the way

she smiled as if they were friends or confidantes. He hated everything about this damn situation. Why act like she cared? They both know it was only a job for her and she was only looking forward to the pay checks. How did she think speaking about his feelings to someone who was getting paid to hear him out would help him? Were all psychologists this plain stupid or was it just him?

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking how long I’m meant to sit through this.”

“It all depends on you.”

He nodded but made no comment.

She leaned forward on her desk and he caught the distinct fragrance of her soap_ Lavender. “We can start by you telling me how you’re felling today.”

“Like I ought to be doing something productive with my time.” He stared at her “you know something in the lines of saving lives.”

Morgan forced her gaze away from that penetrating stare and opened his file “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re a distinguished officer and the records speak for itself…”

he stared at her as if she were stupid “How does that help me?”

She looked up from the file. She had not failed to notice the condescending tone of voice. There had been something belittling about the poised question.

“Is it just me or have you got something against my profession?”

“Not particularly. I guess someone has to do it, right?”

“So it’s me then.” She leaned back against her chair “You don’t wish for a female therapist?”

“I don’t need a therapist in general but it’s not up to me.”

Morgan smiled a slow smile. This was going to be one hell of a dialogue. She had a feeling if there was any future in this at all, she’d be the one doing most of the talking.

“Let’s talk about Anna and how you’re dealing with her demise.” She didn’t fail to notice the way his biceps twitched at the mention of his deceased partner_ so much bottled up emotions. Her companion ignored her so she continued. “How are you dealing with it?”

He fixed her with a stare that could melt ice which she met calmly “really? Are you really asking me that?” he found it difficult to sit still and as such found himself pacing the length of the office and finally going to stand in front of the skylights_ his back to Morgan.

Morgan turned around in her swivel chair to stare at the broad back of her patient. He had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, there have been two losses in your life. First your mother and now your partner. I was…”

Jack drove into the parking lot of the shop and alighted. It was a shop that specialized in selling outdoor tools and the likes. He hoped he’d find exactly what he needed here. He pulled his baseball cap low over his face and pulled open the door to the shop. The old bell above him dangled alerting the cashier to the presence of another. A freckled faced young man presumably in his early twenties_ it was hard to tell because of the bad skin was standing behind the counter. He smiled in welcome at Jack displaying surprisingly neat dental fixtures. Jack reciprocated with a smile of his own as he walked past the kid to survey their displays.

“Need any help sir?” the kid called out as Jack moved to another aisle in the store.

Aiming to please or just good customer service ethics? Jack mused to himself “I’ll find my way.” He called out to the eager attendant.

“Just let me know if there’s something you need and can’t find_ it might just be in storage.”

Jack took his time perusing through the shelves and selecting a couple of items on his list. After a few minutes, he walked back to the counter with his purchases. The kid turned from stocking a shelf behind him and stared down in obvious dismay at his purchases. He tried to mask his obvious disappointment at Jack’s slight purchase with a smile. Jack waited while he tallied his purchase and then paid in cash ensuring to leave a huge tip for the disillusioned young cashier.

“Keep the change.”

The kid rewarded him with a broad smile “Thank you sir.”

Jack dumped his purchase in the back of the car and settled himself behind the wheel. The envelopes were resting on the passenger’s seat. He reached for the first envelope and extracted the papers within. He was running out of time_ he still had the cops hot on his trail and it made doing the things he wanted done quite difficult but he had to find a way. He returned the papers into the envelope and pushed it underneath his chair out of sight. Every single information has been committed to memory. He had to be subtle and precise_ the last thing he needed was a bunch of incompetent law enforcement officers breathing down his neck and putting a dent in his plans. A brown truck drove into the parking lot of the shop and parked beside him. He stared at it absently as a slight man in his early sixties alighted and walked into the shop. There was something about the man’s gait and features that seemed familiar and then it hit him. He stared at the closed door of the shop for a while and thought about driving away. After a few seconds, he alighted and headed towards the shop.

The kid looked up and grinned at the sight of Jack “Forgot something.”

The man turned and locked gazes with Jack then bestowed a smile on Jack before turning to the kid “A friend of yours, Xavier?”

The kid shook his head “A customer, Mr. Avery.” The kid moved away from behind the counter and retreated into a door behind the shop. Jack assumed it was the storage he had been referring to earlier.

All the while, Jack’s gaze never left the older man’s face until the man started to feel uncomfortable by this customer’s scrutiny. Finally Jack spoke and his voice was cold “You’re Cliff Avery?” he inquired

the man nodded all the while wondering why all of a sudden this stranger’s face and that voice sounded familiar. Perhaps, they had mutual friends although he thought that highly unlikely. He studied the young man’s good looking features and nodded again_ slowly this time around.

“Yes, I’m Cliff Avery.” He answered rather tentatively even as he extended his hand for a handshake but Jack’s gaze remained riveted on his face and the next thing Avery saw was the muzzle of a .37 magnum pointed at him and when it came, he took it in the forehead and went down without a sound. The kid was just stepping out of the back room, his arms laden with goods intended to be shelved but he stopped in his tracks, the fear in his young face at the sight of the customer with a gun and his grandfather lying in a pool of his blood.


Jack looked up at the kid who stood whimpering, his arms laden with purchases_ the fear palpable in his young features. The plea for Jack to spare his life was evident in his eyes filling with tears. What had the old man said about contingency plans? In this business, it wasn’t advisable to leave anything to chance because it had a way of coming back to bite you in the ass. He stared at the kid and the kid didn’t recognize the smiling customer in that cold gaze. He took the slug in his forehead and went down for the count.

CHAPTER FOUR
The moment Jack had shown up at his doorstep needless to say had not come as a surprise to him. It’s no doubt the younger man had thought he had the advantage of shocking him with an unexpected visit. He smiled to himself as he chewed slowly on his salad. Health reasons and age had forced him to go healthy. He missed his beef, liquor and smoke but he indulged once in a while. He was in the middle of his nap when he was summoned. Normally, he didn’t take kindly to having his naps interrupted except on rare occasions and this amounted to that. The young man had a lot of rage inside of him and if misdirected, could cripple everything he had walked so hard for. A lot about Jack reminded him of himself but where the former was hot blooded, he had been calm and full of precision. He had come to this godforsaken country_ a foreigner without two nickels to rub together but a mind full of dreams and an insatiable hunger to dominate and covet which he had undoubtedly accomplished and is still accomplishing.
What was it being said about money and power? One could never have enough of both and whoever coined that deserved a toast. In a way, Jack’s rage and ruthlessness made him more than suitable for the task ahead and he had been more than happy at the look of bewilderment that had taken over the younger man’s features after being told what was required of him. Jack wasn’t the sort of man to be playing dangerous games with but what can one do when one had all the cards and is the one dealing the hand?_ but he has never underestimated Jack but for the moment, he had him where he wanted him_ or did he?
He had stood upstairs staring down at Jack unseen as he paced about like a caged bull. As far as disguises go, he had done a pretty good job at remaining incognito but not from him though_ never from him. He had never been out of his sight the moment he walked away from here twenty three days ago today and now, here he was, and like he’d always known_ a prodigal son come to the father? He smiled to himself. Perhaps we needn’t keep him waiting any longer.

“Ah Jack!” he called out gaily as he stepped into the posh living area decked with the most exquisite furniture that’d put the royal palace to shame. The scowl on Jack’s face wasn’t the least bit welcoming but the man appeared not to take notice.

“You took your ample time seeing me.” Jack growled

the old man chuckled “For that I must apologize but as you know, I had more pressing issues that demanded my immediate attention.” He turned to the wine cabinet after he waved the maid away leaving him alone in the room with Jack. Jack wasn’t stupid not to realize that he probably had a handful of men out of earshot in the event he decided to try something which was the farthest thing on his mind. He just wanted to get this over with.

“I’m here now just as you said so tell me, what do you want with me?”

The old man took his time poring over the wine cabinet “What’s your poison, son?”

“Vodka Martini…” Jack replied off handedly

“ah!” said the man with a glance at Jack over his shoulder. “You don’t do mixology.” Jack merely shrugged “If it ain’t broke…” he settled himself into a chair as the old man offered him his preferred choice of drink then settled back with his. Jack stared at the drink in hand almost as if debating if to drink it or not. The old man studied him over the rim of his glass then laughed out.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Jack arched a brow then placed the drink untouched on a pristine ceramic side table then leaned forward. His body tense and strung tight. “Let’s get down to it.”

The old man studied his drink for a while, a small frown creasing his forehead. “I’m certain you found that piece of information I left you with quite enlightening, I assume?”

“That’s the reason I’m here. Here I am wondering what I could’ve done to have found such favor with you.” He intoned in cynicism

the old man laughed heartily. “We’ve got a funny one, heh?” but Jack wasn’t sharing in his humor and after a while, his face took a serious mien. “I gave you something which obviously means a lot to you and I’d like something in exchange.”

“Obviously and it also means you’ve got me pretty much checked out.”

The old man shrugged “Contingency plans son _ nothing personal. Always good for business.” He studied Jack’s now calm exterior for a while

“You’re a business man Jack and I’m sure you can relate.”

Jack nodded absently hoping he'd just get on with it and fast “Alright then. Let’s have it.”

“We’ve got mutual enemies Jack and because I’m more than certain you are going to take care of that, I’m moving on to more personal ones.”

“Mutual enemies?” Jack inquired sardonically

the older man’s features took on a dangerous and cold hewn. “Yes_ mutual enemies and I trust you’re going to ensure it gets done. I detest failure and have zero tolerance for incompetence of any…”He stood up to pace and Jack watched him silently.

Jack exhaled. He has had about enough of the old man telling him what to do and how to get it done “You were talking about personal enemies…” he cut in brusquely

He turned around and glared at Jack almost as if he detested being interrupted then he pressed a console on his wrist watch and a burly man walked into the room, an envelope in hand. He was decked out in black and his weapon was in full display. Jack had no doubt in mind he was probably among those that had come to rescue their boss. The old man waited until he had left before resuming his earlier position on the couch. He moved the envelope from one hand to the other as if in deliberation before tossing it over to Jack who caught it mid-air.

“This is slowly becoming a norm with you, isn't it?” Jack muttered as he unsealed the envelope. “You must love your secrets.”

“As do you as I’ve observed.”

Jack extracted a couple of papers which he read through in concentration before reaching inside the envelope to extract a single photograph.

“This is it?” he raised a brow in inquiry at the older man

“It doesn’t get any more personal than that, believe me.”

Jack studied the photograph one more time before returning it with the rest into the envelope. “What’s your grind with…”

“You need not concern yourself with that.” He cut in drily. “Consider your debts repaid in full when you’ve taken care of our enemies.”

Jack locked gazes with the older man. He hated being dictated to and here he was, being treated like on e of his hired goons on his fucking payroll. The urge to tell him to Bleep off was so strong but he was never one not to repay a debt_ good or bad. He sighed as he tucked away the envelope then made to stand but the old man stopped him with a raised hand.

“It’d be fair warning to let you know that I’d be watching you… I wouldn’t want any mess leading back to me, hey?”

Jack almost laughed at that. Wouldn’t it be a swell letting him know about the amateur he had on his tail this past couple of days who had done a poor job. Why mess with the fun? Let him think he’s calling the shot that he’s got him just where he wanted him_ it works in his favor after all.

“we wouldn’t want that now, would we?.” He couldn’t keep the derision from his voice. He stood up to leave

“Perhaps one day after this_ after we’ve all gotten what we wanted, it’d be nice to sit down and laugh about it over a drink.” He raised his glass to Jack. “Depending on who’s alive then.”

The meaning wasn’t lost on Jack and he smiled but it was one cold and ruthless smile that almost made the older man flinch.

“And when do I get to meet the infamous Lord Arthur?”

“After this is over_ if you are not already dead by then. He’d love to show his gratitude.”

Jack reached down for his drink all the while, his eyes never leaving the old man’s face, he downed it in one gulp then made his exit without a backward glance.

The old man stared after the younger man. He hoped he hadn’t been too hasty in his decision to recruit him. He sighed and reached under the throw pillow beside him to retrieve a similar envelope to the one he had given Jack. There were some things one just had to hold on to as leverage. He was dealing with one dangerous man and had to be cautious. The things he knew about Jack that even Jack himself was ignorant of would shock him. It was kill or be killed and he’d be crazy to think he had a man like Jack as an ally. He sighed and rested his head back against the cushions. He was getting too old for this but his blood was hot and still boiling as ever. Jack was bound to become a liability but that’d take care of itself in the days to come. This was one movie that’d be Oscar worthy if there has ever been one. He wasn’t so smug not to know that things might go wrong but what were contingency plans for if not for such moments?

“They’re ready for you sir.”

He looked up and exhaled then stood. he was getting too old for this. He left the room with the mercenary in his wake.

She felt disconcerted under his intense scrutiny. She knew she was undoubtedly blessed in the looks department and had a string of admirers and lovers to show for it but this man made her feel so self-conscious and small. Perhaps, she should have let sleeping dogs lie and not allow Mandy and Jonathan convince her to seek out this man_ not like she needed any propelling, she had been more than happy to. Jonathan had been the one to find out his information because the motel receptionist happened to be a customer and friend. She resisted the urge to tug at her black mini skirt nervously under his scrutiny. She had not had time to change out of the waitress skirt but had swapped the shirt for a tank top that emphasized the ampleness of her breasts. The last time she felt this nervous when she had been summoned by her college disciplinary committee a few years ago for lewd conduct but still it was nothing in comparison to what she was feeling at being intensely scrutinized by this man.

“Is this a bad time Jack? I hate having intruded upon whatever you were doing but from the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like you were doing much.” She fluttered her lashes at him_ another try at a confidence she was slowly in fear of losing.

“How did you know my name?” Elegant shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. “Is that supposed to be a secret?” she arched a brow “I asked around. It’s not that big of a deal. I wasn’t stalking you or anything.” She added after he continued to study her in silence

“Of course not.” He replied stonily she sighed even as she felt herself flush from embarrassment “Obviously I was wrong to drop by unannounced and I’m sorry.” She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I’ll take my leave now_ consider the takeout as a peace offering.” She walked towards the door but he didn’t budge from his position against the door forcing her to pause in her tracks. At this moment, hot tears of embarrassment were stinging at the back of her eyes.

“You make this a habit then?” he inquired dispassionately

Claudia blinked “Excuse me?”

“This.” He gestured with the expanse of his palm. “Checking out customers and dropping in on them unannounced or is it just the ones that catch your fancy?”

She swallowed back an angry retort and forced herself to be calm. It was in retrospect, her fault after all. She had thrown caution to the wind_ as always. “I was wrong. I had thought there was something between us but I was wrong.”

“Hmm…” A sardonic smile curved the beautiful lips and despite her anger and embarrassment, she couldn’t help fantasizing about what it’d feel like to have those lips on her_ all over her.

She continued determined on not letting him make her feel small “I’m spontaneous, adventurous, and go for what I want…it’s who I am and…”

“Some would term it wayward.” He cut in laconically pushing himself away from the door but still standing between her and the door. Her cheeks flushed and she was sure if she didn’t leave anytime soon, she’d embarrass herself further by breaking down. She had always prided herself on being someone who didn’t give way to her emotions but this stranger was proving her wrong.

She forced herself to smile but it was a poor caricature of a happy smile_ it was sad. She folded her arms under her breast unconsciously jutting it out. Jack’s gaze dropped to it for a nanosecond before riveting back to her face.

“If that’s your thought, I won’t disabuse it but maybe it’d be best if you move from the way so I can leave.” Claudia doubted if she’d have the courage to regale Mandy and Adam about this humiliating ordeal of hers. She hoped she’d never have to see him again and relieve this humiliation all over.

A slow smile curved his lips. “Without getting what you came for? It’d be a shame now, won’t it?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

"Hmm...” He scoffed “I bet you don’t. You are here for the hard, toe curling sex those prep school boys never gave you.” He spoke even as he advanced towards her slowly backing her up against the wall.

“That is not why I’m here.” She denied in a voice that sounded weak and feeble. She could already feel the quickening of her pulses and the racing of her heart. He was so close that she could literally feel his breath on her neck. She had to curl her fingers inward to prevent her from grabbing him_ perhaps, it was just a game to him_ tease her then leave her with blue balls. She made another weak try at denial.

“I really must leave Jack.”

“Really? And deny yourself this feeling? Why do I feel your heart beating so fast then? How would you like it if I reached beneath this skirt and touched you? How would you like that?”

She whimpered “Please stop…” she felt herself go moist

“You are right. I’ve thought about you.” And with that, he covered her mouth with his in a hard fiery kiss at the same time his hands reached underneath her skirt to touch the moist core of her. Claudia cried out and threw caution to the wind, burying her fingers in his air and matching his passion with one of hers. She wanted it this way_ hard_ just like he was doing with her. His strong hands reached under her tank top to expose the lace covered breasts to the assault of his tongue.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He murmured against her breast all the while assaulting her nipples and driving her crazy. Claudia lost every coherent thought in the heat of her passion.

“Don’t stop please.” She moaned as her discarded tank top and brassiere hit the floor leaving her naked and exposed from the waist up. He took his time forcing her to cry and plead but he seemed to be a man who worked at his own pace. Her nipples were red and sore with his assault but she didn’t mind_ matter of fact, she welcomed it he had her hands pinned above her head on the wall while he drove her wild with his tongue. By the time, he unzipped her skirt and she wrapped her legs around him as he made for the bed, she was giddy and delirious with desire.

She had no recollection of being laid on the bed because all thoughts were driven away when his mouth trailed down from her breasts to the flatness of her stomach and down to that moist part of her. That was the last thing she remembered before being carried away on the waves of passion.

It was 11.15pm when Jack sat up in bed. The pretty waitress was still sprawled on her stomach asleep. It was raining incessantly and pounding against the roof of the motel. He turned to stare at Claudia who was sleeping with a smile on her face. She had been a fiery one all right and was as passionate as they come but that was all he wanted from all women_ matter of fact, in his opinion, it was all they were damn good for_ sex. He yearned for a smoke but had given up on the habit years ago and could never pick it up again. He stood up and walked to the window to stare at the deserted street being gradually over flooded just the same way his mind was over flooded. He was a wanted man who was in search of justice and retribution. He wasn’t about to leave anything to chance. Meeting with the old man finally had been the step but it was a meeting that had left him bewildered and enlightened. He rubbed absently at the angel tattoo_ so many scars, inward and outward. Jack was one dangerous man but underneath it all, a sad one. What could be worse than a sad and dangerous man with a list in his head, anger in his heart and vengeance on his mind? The old man had underestimated him but no mind; he liked being underestimated because it meant they’d never see him coming…

Claudia allowed herself the pleasure of watching him unnoticed. He was standing naked in front of the window, deep in thoughts with his back to her. He seemed like a calculative sort of man_ one who never liked to be caught off guard. She had noticed that about him at the café_ the way his eyes took in his surroundings in a single glance. She smiled wryly. She was letting her imaginations run away with her. It was all those crime and psychology books_ they were messing with her head. She watched his biceps flex as he gripped the bars of the motel window and remembered clutching at those biceps in the heat of passion as he buried himself deep inside her. She flushed miserably and felt her core go moist at the thought. The sex had been amazing as she had known it would be. He was a master at using his lips, hands and tongue to drive a girl insane and his body was a work of art. Her gaze roamed over him greedily. She has never been a relationship person_ she found it hard to settle with one and she loved sex and diversity and she loved a man who could drive her wild with just a touch and it seems this stranger might just be it.

In the strike of a single lightning, she noticed the scars on his back. She had been too distracted in her throes of passion to notice it when her fingers raked across his back but now she has seen it and it was the only abstract to an otherwise perfect body. She longed to run her tongue over his back and kiss every single scar of his. He must have sensed that she was awake because he turned and their eyes held. It was too late to look away and it was a good thing in the semi darkness, he could hardly see her blush all over. “Hey…” she called out sitting up in bed while holding the bedcovers against her to shield her unclothedness.

He smiled as he approached but in the darkness, it wasn’t visible. “Hey.” He said as he settled himself beside her on the bed and kissed her.

“Hungry?” he asked

“Maybe not for food.”

“A little bit wanton, are we?” he chuckled

She moved so that he was beneath her and she was straddling him “What can I say? You bring out that wanton side of me.”

He reached behind to grab her backside and squeezed. “Really?”

She kissed his face and neck and felt him swell under her. “Tell me about your scars.” She whispered in his ear even as she inserted a tongue

“They are just scars_ some have got inward scars but I wear mine on the outside.”

She drew back to stare at him with a slight shake of head. “You are one intriguing man, aren’t you Jack?”

In answer, Jack buried his face against her chest then took a breast in his mouth and she moaned. “And you are one inquisitive young woman, aren’t you?”

She chuckled as she enjoyed the onslaught on her breasts. “I’m studying to be a crime investigator.”

Jack paused and stared up at her “What’s your interest in crime_ another knight in shining armor?”

Claudia laughed and tossed back her hair which framed an oval pixie face. “Just contributing my quota.” She ran a long slender finger against his lips. “What do you do Jack? You intrigue me and that’s rare.” She gasped as he buried himself inside her and she began to ride him.

He watched her face as she watched his “I’m not interested in saving the world and let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He swung her around in one fluid motion so that she was pinned underneath him while he lay on top. She moaned in reckless abandon as he impaled the entire length of him deep within her then paused mid motion to stare down at her. She stared up at him through passion glazed eyes. “Why are you stopping?” her chest was heaving and her entire being was alight with passion for him.

He smiled but there was no warmth in the smile. “This is just sex_ no need to make it more than what it is, understood?”

She moved her hips but managed to nod then mutter “Of…of course.” She just hoped he wouldn’t stop and was more than elated when he resumed his onslaught on her senses. She could sense the tide coming and screamed out in orgasm. Jack watched her as it hit her_ stared at the way her beautiful face contorted in the heat of passion, the open mouth as her breath came out in rasps and the slender neck thrown back and left to his appreciative gaze in sexual delight. He wondered what it’d feel like to wrap his hands around it, watch those pretty eyes bulge first in surprise then shock as life ebbed away. He had all these in mind as she squeezed around him and his passion overtook him as he buried his seed deep within him_ the thoughts never left him.

“If it helps, she didn’t hate you. She knew you tried to be better and I do too…it’s just that sometimes, I can’t help but wish you had tried so much harder.”

His father nodded solemnly, cleared his throat a few times and looked up at Chris. “It’s all water under the bridge now. So many mistakes and no way to undo them.” He studied his son’s handsome but somber face intently and silently thanked his stars for the day he came into their lives. “But you hardly need me now.”

Chris looked up at his father. “I’ll always need you…” he said solemnly. “If you promise to be there.” His father nodded and they enjoyed the cool night air in silence while the camp fire cackled until his father’s voice broke the moment of solitude.

“I remember the day your mother threatened to break a bottle over my head and set me on fire if I didn’t quit my vices.” He smiled fondly at the memory and Chris had laughed clearly finding it hard to imagine his soft spoken mother in such dragon mode. They had shared a good healing laugh at that memory until tears was literally running down their faces.
“She was the most selfless person I’ve ever come across and I’ll always love her.” His father had choked on a sob. “I miss her every day.” Chris said quietly. “Sometimes, I wonder if this pain and guilt I feel will ever go way.” This was his first time admitting to any sort of feelings of guilt over his mother’s death to his old man and it had stunned him.

“Why would you feel guilty? Your mom had a medical condition.”
“I know but perhaps if I had stayed with her instead of running off to…”
“You didn’t run off to anywhere.” His father cut in. “you were pursuing your dream which is what your mother wanted for you.” He allowed that to sink in. “do you think she’d have been happier knowing you gave up on your dreams because of her?”
“No sir but…”
“No buts Chris. Your mother would’ve died even if you had been there holding her hand. Her heart was that bad_ has been so for years but we had refrained from telling you. She had made me promise.”
Chris was thrown off by the revelation. He sat up. “But why? Why didn’t any of you say something to me? It doesn’t make sense that you kept something that vital away from me.”
“It does if you know your mother. She knew you’d worry and that was the last thing she wanted.” He assimilated all that in silence letting it sink in until it finally made sense. Knowing his mother the way he did, she’d undoubtedly put his interests first before hers.
“You’d be dishonoring her memory if you chose to quit now son but in the end, it’s your decision to make.” And finally, he had returned to the academy.
Most of the work stations were deserted and the only few officers around were the juniors. The lunch room was empty so he assumed they were out on rounds or out for lunch. He hardly blamed them_ the station coffee was more sludge than anything. He was heading outside when he heard voices and laughter in the locker room. Apparently, they were back after all. He retraced his steps back to the locker room and was almost crushed in bear hugs the minute he stepped through.
“Finally, look who made it back to the land of the living and in one piece.” This was Luther_ a colleague and friend. He must be the shortest man to walk the face of the earth since Lazarus but his marksmanship on the field remains unrivaled.
“It’s good to know you haven’t given up on us_ wonder what poor Ben would do.” This was said by Marcus_ a rather reticent one but a good cop nonetheless. They all shared a hearty laugh at this.
“Wouldn’t want to have a grieving Ben on my hands_ might have to marry him to keep him on track.” Says Orly as he crushed Chris in a bear hug. “Good to have you back son.” He whispered in his ear before stepping away.
“Happy to be back.” Chris cleared his throat which was choked up on emotions. The outpouring of love had subdued and warmed him. A couple of other officers on hearing of his presence at the station strolled in to extend their welcome until finally it was just him, Ben, Marcus, Luther and Orly left.
“So what was your discussion with the good old chief all about?” Ben inquired as he came to settle down beside him in the process of removing his shoes_ Marcus and Luther having retreated to use the showers.
“Or is it all top secret?” Orly inquired and Chris grinned.
“Apparently, I’m mandated to start my psych eval as soon as possible if I have any hopes of being out there anytime soon.” “Yikes…” Orly made a mock shudder. “I thought as much_ sucks to be you at the moment.” Ben grinned. “I don’t think it’s that bad.” He said and got a look from Orly. “Alright, maybe it is for someone who is Chris.” “What do you mean?” Chris inquired
“He means you are one proud ass and talking about your feelings to a stranger isn’t really your thing_ talking about your feelings at all is hardly your thing.”
Ben gave Orly thumbs up. “Right on the mark son.” He spared his friend a sidelong glance. “It’s hardly easy on anyone admitting to weakness.” Chris shook his head slowly. “I miss Freeman.” He said so sullenly that it elicited a rapturous laugh from his companions. “Why? You hardly liked the old dude.” Ben said wiping a tear. “You said he dawdled_ whatever that meant.” “I did?”
“Sure you did.” Inserted Orly. “Never could get you to say one nice word about the old dude. You must miss him though in lieu of your recent predicament.”
“Who are we missing?” Inquired Marcus who had just stepped out of the shower.
“Freeman_ our amiable doctor.” “
Oh! Your psych eval… I thought I heard the chief say something about that to someone over the phone.” Said Marcus as he dried himself. “So who did you get?”
“Some lady doctor.”
“Whew… think of all that legs_ something to distract you. Don’t look so sullen son.” Orly patted him on the shoulder and the others laughed. “I’d be excited if I were you.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if the situation were reversed.” Chris pointed out
Ben gave off a throaty chuckle. “All I saw was nose in my case. I distracted myself from the rigmarole of the tedious session by staring down the man’s rather distracting anatomy_ made it easier, I guess.” He shrugged. He could relate to what his friend was going through because once upon a time, he had found himself in Chris’s position at the moment. “Ah! The good old days.” Luther chirped in. “I hardly ever heard you complain Ben_ might be that you enjoyed your time with the feisty Dr. Milan.”
Ben smiled as he stepped out of his pants leaving him clad only in his briefs. “And give you guys something to laugh about? Hell no!” Chris had the feeling of walking on thin ice. He recalled when Ben had to undergo his psych evaluation after an injury on the field that laid him up for months. It had felt like the right thing to advise his friend to undergo the therapy and in the weeks to come, they had relished giving Ben a hard time about it at every chance they got.

Jack stared at the delectable backside of the pretty waitress as she lay sprawled in bed on her stomach. He had been taken by surprise by the sight of her at his doorstep but it hadn’t been hard to figure out what she wanted_ what they had both wanted.
“I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced.” She said as he let her inside his motel room. “But I figured you’d be famished.” She raised the take out bag as indication.
He merely leaned back against the door, arms folded across his chest as he studied her in silence. “Did I drop in at the wrong time?” “I didn’t catch your name earlier.” She smiled slyly “You didn’t ask.” She took her time setting the takeout bag down on a nearby table before turning back to Jack. “I didn’t know if I should be displeased about that.” She took a few slow steps towards him then paused mid step as if uncertain. “You can tell me now.” He said in a voice devoid of emotion. He wasn’t a man that took kindly to being caught unawares and if this young waitress could find out where he stayed and his name then he mustn’t be doing something right_ not that he’d been intent on keeping his identity a secret from her but still… “Claudia.” “Claudia.” He repeated sotto voce Claudia stared at this strange enigma of a man. He was still studying her narrowly through hooded lids making her doubt her decision to come here but she had been mildly crushed at the way he had departed the café earlier in the day without even demanding for her contact or dropping of his. She had thought he was interested in her the way she was interested in him in lieu of the looks he had thrown her way. Perhaps she had imagined it but it had been difficult for her to get the stranger out of her mind. She had carried him in mind around all day as she went about her work. Not only was he undoubtedly good looking and built like a god but there was a certain powerful and intriguing aura about him that appealed to her sense of adventure and she wanted that_ more importantly, she wanted him_ to feel over powered by all that manliness but now, she was beginning to doubt her hasty judgment.

CHAPTER THREE
Chris made his way down the narrow corridor of the chief’s voice. He didn’t relish the thought of opening up about his feelings to anyone least of all, a stranger. The only people he had really opened up to were Ben and Anna and now Anna was dead making Ben more or less the only family he had. He knew his colleagues and friends had his back anytime of the day but at the end of it all, they had their personal issues and family to get back to. Ben was the only one amongst his friends that he could call up in the middle of the night despite having a family of his own and knowing he’d drop everything to be there for him. He was more than a friend to him_ he was family.
They had met when he had moved into their neighborhood with his mother after which he had been enrolled in the same high school and since then, they’ve been thick as thieves. He was ten and Ben twelve when they had moved into the neighborhood after his parents split as a result of his father’s proclivities. His mother had been to pay for the house with money from her divorce settlement and what she saved up as a midwife over the years. It wasn’t until after her death that he realized they were mortgaged to the hilt. Ben and his family made the strain of the divorce somewhat easier on him. He missed his father and all the fun time spent together but his job as a contractor meant he was always out_ hardly ever around.
His mother hadn’t restricted his time spent chatting over the phone with his father neither did she restrict him from going over for weekends in the company of his father but nonetheless, she had to put her foot down after her teenage son of fourteen had come back from a weekend spent with his father reeking of alcohol while the smell of marijuana clung to his clothes. She had interrogated him and found out that there had been a party at the house for his father and his father’s girlfriend at the time_ some girl in her twenties, barely embracing puberty as was his preference had served him alcohol without his father’s knowledge but he had sworn he didn’t smoke pot with them.
His mother had spanked him so hard before grounding him indefinitely but she eventually came around. She was never one to hold a grudge even against her husband who constantly stepped out on their marriage. She held on until she felt like she was losing a part of herself in the marriage and there had been Chris to think about. He would have loved for his parents to stay together but he knew his mother was unhappy in it. There was no doubt his father loved his mother but his lust wouldn’t let him be and so when his mother had demanded for the divorce after countless failed marriage counseling, his father didn’t put up much of a fight. Obviously, he was tired of seeing her disappointment and his failures mirrored in her eyes each time he failed her.
His father had to call to apologize and plead his innocence before his mother would let him go with his father and on the condition that he keeps his distractions_ which was the term his mother used to refer to his father’s string of conquests away from her son to which his father readily agreed to. He knew better than to argue with his mother on that.
He was involved in many a fight throughout his high school days and having Ben’s huge frame beside him scared away any potential threat. Even being in his teens, he was already six ft and pushing two hundred_ most of which was muscles. He had been the one to initiate Chris into the act of working out but could barely a hold a candle to him now. It had been body building then for teenagers looking to impress with bulging biceps and strong stomach muscles. At a point, his father had begun to seem less available and would call off weekend trips at the last minute to his disillusionment and his mother’s anger because she was the one left to deal with a sullen son. It kept on this way until he stopped caring_ gradually; Ben’s father began to seem like his as well. They’d go camping, hunting, and mining. Ben’s dad had been an archaeologist who was killed when an excavator at his place of work had failed and crushed him to death. The family had sued and it was eventually settled out of court_ the company had paid an undisclosed sum which was later disclosed to him by Ben and which had left him in awe.
It was a good thing their neighborhood then had been a close knit one because they had all lent their support in spades to the aggrieved widow_ his mother was no exemption. They had practically moved into Ben’s home to allow her mother keep a closer eye on the widow. It had been a tough time for the family losing him the way they did and the entire neighborhood had mourned him. It had been especially tough on Ben_ a nineteen year old losing his mentor but Chris had been there all through never leaving his side. It was now him and his elder brother who had recently joined the navy after having lost an elder sister a long time ago to leukemia left to take care of their grieving mother.
The tragedy affirmed their bond of friendship such that they were more brothers than friends. He made it easier for Chris not to dwell on his father’s shortcomings that had become rather consistent over time. Later on, college came beckoning and they had to apply. Chris had been more than content to spend another year at home ‘finding himself’ as he chose to call it but Ben was having none of it and after a lot of arguments, had decided to apply into the police academy alongside Ben and had gotten accepted.
Chris’s mother hadn’t been exactly thrilled to find out he had applied and gotten accepted into the police academy as opposed to her endless hopes that he’d settle for something more financially stable and less dangerous as a choice of profession but in the end, she came around to his choice citing that it beats his earlier resolve of leaving the option of going to college pending. Prior to getting accepted into the police academy, he had always fantasized about the idea with Ben when they were bouncing around career options off each other. The day came for them to leave for the academy and it had been with a mixture of awe and excitement that the young twenty year old he had been at the time looked forward to what would be an experience of a lifetime.
He had hated to leave his mother behind because at the time she hadn’t been in the best form of health_ her heart was acting up. She had arrhythmia which was being managed by medications but his consolation had been the fact that he knew she was in good hands and with Ben’s mum around, he had little cause to worry so it was with shock that he received the news of his mother’s hospitalization. At first, his thoughts had been that her weak heart had finally given way. Ben had found him in the dorm after having retired there after dinner to relay the ill fated news to him. Undoubtedly, his mum had told him. Fear had gripped him and he had to be permitted to head back home the next morning. He got to the hospital to find his mother lying pale, sunken. He couldn’t get any information from the nurses even after telling them he was her son; they insisted he wait for a doctor that never showed up until her mother was gasping for breath. Apparently, she had passed out in a grocery heart_ her heart had stopped but a doctor on ground had managed to revive her until the paramedics came and took over but it was the lackadaisical attitude of the doctors and nurses that cost his mother her life.
The grief he had felt and the helplessness was insurmountable. She had been everything to him and a part of him blamed himself for her death. If he had been there for her where he was really needed instead of off at the police academy, perhaps, she’d still be alive. He never disclosed his feelings of guilt to anyone but Ben and over the years, Anna when she came into the picture. Strangely enough, his father had shown up to be there for him at his mother’s funeral. He had been recluse for quite some time as he tried to get his drinking habits under control. It had been with the help of Ben’s family and good neighbors that he was able to settle off the mortgage on the house.
It had been tough dealing with the loss of his mother and even Ben’s company hadn’t made it easier. He had felt adrift and had even nursed the idea of abandoning the police academy but his father had reached out to him and surprisingly, the time they had spent together in their own little world mourning this amazing woman who had been a mother and a wife had helped_ it was their personal grief because both of them had loved and cherished her albeit not perfectly but had loved her nonetheless.
The academy had extended his leave affording him the opportunity to mourn and he had been blown away by how they had all turned out in droves in support for him during the funeral but his heart was no longer in it and he ended up confiding in his old man about it. “I don’t think that’s what your mother would’ve wanted for you.” His father had said a while later after listening to him. “How would you know what she’d want?” he spat out in bitterness. “You were hardly ever around.” He saw the hurt pass across his old man’s features and instantly wished he could take back what was said. He thought he had dealt with it but most times, the pain and hurt of the divorce courtesy of his father’s marauding always got the best of him. “You failed her.” Chris said but in soft tones. “And it hurt her.” “I failed her.” His father acquiesced miserably and wiped a tear. “And I failed you but most importantly, I failed my family.” He stared down at his hands for a while.

It was the screams and smell of burning flesh all over again. He felt a hand reach for him but couldn’t and then he heard someone call out to him but the name wasn’t his. He had to move_ he had to try. Someone needed him and finally, he could move but the hand was gone. There was no one in sight but the smoke and smell of burning flesh filling his nostrils. He was filled with panic even as he made a brave attempt to open the door that wouldn’t budge.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the fire was in his face. He raised his hands to shield himself and felt the fire burn his arm. He knew he was going to die but last minute, he felt himself pulled away and plunged into another nightmare_ this one all so familiar. There was blood all around_ so much blood. He found himself weeping as he looked down at himself covered with blood. Something was missing, he thought until he heard it. He paused scarcely daring to breathe to be sure he heard it_ there it was again, the tiny infant wail but why did it seem so far away. He forced himself to stand amidst the puddle of blood towards the sound but then he heard someone call out to him in a whisper_ another familiar voice. He turned towards it and forced his legs to carry him in a run but no matter how fast he ran, it seemed he never could make it until that whisper began to fade and he could feel himself gasping_ out of breath. What was happening? Why did he feel like he was close to dying?
He had to hold on. He had to save them all. They needed him. He had to. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, softly at first then more insistent and purposeful. Finally, they’d be getting help but why wasn’t whoever was at the door kicking it down? Couldn’t they sense the danger or was it all in his head? Finally, he heard his name_ someone was calling out to him. It was up to him to save them_ as always, it was up to him. He forced his eyes open and found himself staring up at white washed ceiling lying spread eagled on the bed.
Jack sat up in bed in a cold sweat. The sheet of the dingy motel room bed was soaked in sweat_ that damn dream again. He rubbed absently at the burn scar on his forearm concealed neatly by the angel tattoo. The rest of the burn scars on his back, he left unconcealed in lieu of a reminder of a story he couldn’t recall. It was the only thing that marred what would no doubt have being a perfect body. The knock came again and this time, he realized it hadn’t all been in his head. He wondered who it could be as he wasn’t expecting anyone. The time on the wrist watch he had pilfered from underneath the unwatchful eyes of a bored store attendant said it was eight pm. He must have been so tired after his meeting with the old man. It had been one hell of a meeting. A tiny uncertain voice called out from behind the door as if certain he was in but refusing to answer the door. He placed the gun which had been lying beside him on the bed under the bed and got up to answer the door.
Jack wasn’t one to be caught by surprise but he was surprised to find the pretty waitress outside his door, an uncertain even shy smile on her face and a bag of take out raised up in lieu of a peace offering.


The chief was on the phone when Chris got to the station and he signaled him to wait. The conversation seemed intense as could be deciphered by the emotions on the chief’s face. Whoever is on the other end of the line at the moment isn’t exactly the chief of police’s fan favorite. “Alright Sir…” the chief clicked off and motioned Chris to take a seat and settled himself in the one directly opposite the chief while the older man settled his lithe frame behind his desk. His office was moderately furnished with a huge table, a couple of office chairs and a couch. The walls hung bare as he loved them but on a shelf that stood on one side held most of his awards_ a testament to his bravery and time on the force. On his table sat his computer and a personal laptop including a framed portrait of his wife who lost her battle with cancer two years ago. There was none of his kids even though he had two but they did well to alienate themselves from their parents and hadn’t even showed up for their mother’s funeral. “That was the mayor. You look well rested Chris.”

“Just glad to be out of the house. What does the good mayor want with you?”
The chief’s mouth cracked in the workings of a smile at the sarcasm. The mayor was anything but good. A pot bellied corrupt son of a bitch that was a pain in the butt. “He wanted update on the escaped convict_ wasn’t exactly pleased when I relayed our short comings across to him.” Chris nodded absently without saying a word forcing the chief to look up at him. He stared at the cut on Chris’s palm but didn’t comment but instead reached into a drawer behind his desk and retrieved a folder which Chris instinctively knew had to do with him. He was tired of people studying him like a damn course. The chief ignored the retrieved folder and stared across at Chris.
“Anything on your mind you wish to ask me?” The answer was No. he didn’t really care. He didn’t want to be in the damn station but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to be out there. The thrill of the job beckoned. It’d also be a good way to distract him but he doubted the possibility in that. “What progress has been made with the case?” he hardly cared about the fact that another scum had managed to evade the gallows_ the old Chris would’ve undoubtedly cared but this new Chris was starting to adopt the selfish lifestyle and even loving it. It made the pain of loss easier to bear. Coincidentally, the convict had escaped alongside the slimy mob boss that had eluded the authority for years now and when finally they had him within the mighty arm of justice, he still managed to escape. The case was more or less a personal one for him_ he had gone undercover and had successfully infiltrated the camp of the mob boss_ spent roughly four years in their midst as a covert operative and fed Intel to the police. He had dined with them until he had finally gained their trust which had been no easy feat to accomplish. The crime families weren’t ones to let their guards down so easily and welcome just about anybody into their inner circle_ one had to be tested, vetted and verified before being considered truly worthy. It had taken up three years of his life as an undercover agent and his Intel had been the clincher in the mob boss arrest after a lot of failed arrests and law suits of defamation and racial discrimination against the force which he had worn several times. This was the final step and he had been lucky to have delivered.
There had been days on the case as an undercover agent that he’d wanted to give up_ just pack up and run but it was sheer wherewithal and passion for his job that had kept him from doing just that. “We are doing the best we can under the circumstances of having to keep the press at bay and deal with an impertinent mayor.” He paused briefly. “But that’s not why I sent for you…you are going to begin the mandatory psychiatry evaluation as soon as possible and receive a clean bill of health before I can be certain you are fit to be out there.” Chris had somehow seen this coming and had been in awe of it. He had hoped in earnest his case would prove the exception. It was always mandated by the force that any officer to have suffered a recent tragedy in lieu of death or extensive physical injuries be required to undergo physical rehabilitation and psychiatry evaluation before resuming his duties. He had more often than not teased his colleagues that had to undergo the imposed exercise and they hadn’t seemed all that excited about it. It hardly helps a man to talk about his feelings_ things he’d rather sort out on his own to a stranger who probably didn’t give a damn and was only putting up with you because of the paychecks. “Must I really do that? I feel great sir.” “You know better than to ask that.” He fixed him with a stare. “you know the rules and I’m not about to bend it to suit your pride because as much you cherish your pride, I cherish the million lives out there I’ve taken an oath to protect.” “But sir…” But the chief cut him off. “So until you commence the evaluation and bring me a clean bill of health from your doctor, you are sitting duck.” He turned his attention to his computer screen. “I’d get right to it if I were you.” And Chris knew he had been dismissed. He stood up rather grudgingly and headed for the door barely resisting the urge to drag his feet noisily across the floor like an impertinent child. At the door, he turned with a hand on the knob. “So I take it Dr. Freeman is expecting a visit from me? We aren’t exactly enamored of each other.” He finished drily referring to the psychiatrist that consulted with the police. He was a rather finicky old dude in his seventies that wore the armor of respect around him like a cloak and the most rigid fellow Chris had ever come in contact with_ mighty luck that he’d find himself enclosed in close quarters three hours a day, four days a week with him. Knowing the old dude, he’d probably wish to punish Chris by insisting he show up six days in a week probably ruling him as suicidal. He resisted the urge to groan out loudly and wished the chief would reconsider but knew better than that. “Try to keep up Chris. Dr Freeman passed in his sleep six months ago_ cardiac arrest. According to the medics, it had been swift. He hadn’t seen it coming.” The chief replied without taking his eyes from the screen. “How ironic that he saw every other thing but had failed to see this.” He was referring to the deceased doctor’s profession and they both knew it. This time, he looked up to stare directly at Chris. “Have empathy. I was hoping it’s something you could relate to.” And that managed to sober him up. “So who have we been working with then?” “No one definite but I get referrals for when any one of men is need of evaluation.” “So who will be working with me?” he asked impatiently “Dr Morgan. She has your files and will be contacting you as soon as I give her the okay. I was waiting to speak with you first.” Chris frowned at that. “She?” he spat it out almost distastefully in reflex causing the chief’s head to snap up so quickly it was a miracle it still stayed glued to his neck. “Have you gone sexist on me? Problems with the feminine gender?” he inquired
“Of course not chief but…” “Then I’d do best to rid myself of whatever reservations I was having if I were you before the feminists come for you. That would be all.” Chris turned back towards the door but the chief’s voice stopped him in his track. “Perhaps, this is something you’ve needed a long time now. I let you off the hook once but it was due to the circumstances and I’m thinking that might have done you more harm than good.” They both understood what the chief was referring to and the memories caused his throat to clog up. “Be open minded son is all my saying…you never know

He felt the cool morning air across his face even as he pulled the windbreaker tight around him and stepped inside the bed and breakfast across the street from his motel. It’s been three weeks of remaining significantly incognito from the cops. It wasn’t what he would have wanted to do but on the brighter side, it afforded him a lot of time to execute his plans to perfection. Being coped up in that little motel room of his albeit not being the most ideal situation but had allowed him room to think.
The waitress approached him to take his order as he settled himself comfortably on the last table close to the window. It afforded him unobstructed view of everyone making their way into the bed and breakfast. He bestowed one of his most charming smiles on the pretty young waitress and she responded rather timidly. He locked gazes with her and slowly let his eyes roam appreciatively over her modest curves. She blushed prettily. No doubt, his company for tonight was guaranteed.
“Good morning Sir, will you be placing your orders now?” she smiled. “Three eggs_ scrambled, toast, bacon and a cup of that delicious smelling coffee of yours.” She flashed him a beguiling smile_ almost seductive and he grinned. “Coming up right away.” He watched her walk away in a false sashay of hips knowing he’d undoubtedly be checking her out. She looked no more than nineteen with legs for days. He imagined running his tongue along the length of it or having it wrap around him as he buried the length of him deep inside her. He deliberately adjusted himself on the chair as he felt himself harden. It’s been weeks since he’s been with a woman and he was beginning to feel he like he was undergoing a withdrawal stage.
He shrugged out of the windbreaker and felt the envelope the old man had left for him in the breast pocket. It wasn’t until he left the old man’s world and safely ensconced did he feel the urge to study its content. It was obvious the man had gone through great lengths to get this information on him_ some were classified and others were basically public knowledge that one could get a hold of if you happened to be so curious about him. He didn’t relish knowing the fact that the old man was privy to certain things he’d rather have remained personal. He was yet to decide how to tackle the situation but he knew they’d be meeting again soon.
The door to the bed and breakfast opened and a group of men walked in rather noisily_ their bulky frames making for the table directly in front of him. Instinct told him they were off duty cops in their civilian attire and this was later confirmed when another young waitress acknowledged them with an ease of familiarity. His orders arrived and he smiled his thanks to the waitress who winked at him before leaving. He put a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth and savored the taste. If only the waitress knew whom she was giving the green right_ someone who undoubtedly would snap her pretty neck in half for the right price. He took a gulp of the hot coffee_ he loved it black. There was power in the unknown after all.
The old man had been more than tempting in his offer. He knew how to make a man bend to his will, no doubt but Jack didn’t consider himself just any man. Enclosed in the envelope amongst his personal profile was a detailed list of his potential victims_ every member of the jury including the court clerk and the judge. He had every information needed without breaking a sweat but nonetheless, it still intrigued him as to what the old man wanted with him in exchange for all these and what his story was. He could taste the vengeance on his tongue_ sweet justice, he thought to himself.
He looked up from his meal to find one of the officers seated across studying him intently. Jack didn’t fidget or bulk under such intense scrutiny because the fear that they’d recognize him has diminished with his rather altered appearance. He was now spotting a crew cut as opposed to his usual full mass of hair, and now nursed a beard as opposed to his clean shaven looks in the past. For emphasis, he always donned a few false beards before stepping out in public. Keeping it simple was the key as cops have been known for their intuitive nature. He smiled at the officer and turned his attention back to his meal but subconsciously, his right leg moved under the table to nudge the gun holstered on his ankle beneath the heavy slacks and out of sight. Thankfully, the officer’s attention was distracted by a story one of his colleagues was regaling them with.
The angel tattoo on his forearm was the only distinctive mark on him but he ensured it was covered up nicely and as his attempts at remaining incognito go, he was obviously doing a damn fine job of it because even the shrewd faced judge had failed to recognize the man whom she had sentenced to die barely a few weeks ago and he had been standing just a hair’s breadth away from her_ so close that she had to nudge him as she made to enter her car and in her clumsiness, had dropped her keys_ the old fool, he thought even as he rushed to help her retrieve it off the floor. She had thanked him, entered her car and drove off.
He watched the car drive away and make a left turn. She was obviously heading home. He knew her house_ was privy to her daily routine. He had staked her out a couple of times without her knowledge and knew she lived alone_ no husband or children but a live in maid and a gardener who were always absent two days in a week. It would have been so easy to get into the house and snuff the life out of her or he could very well have done it on the night he had helped her retrieve her car keys_ bash her head in against her car or probably choke her to death with his bare hands_ the urge of feeling his hands wrapped around that sunken neck was giving him a massive hard-on_ so many ways to enact revenge that he was having a hard time making up his mind on which method suits him the most. He’d leave her for now_ save the best for last like they say. He wondered what shitty job the cops were doing protecting a federal judge from a wanted man. Either that or the judge was just the arrogant bitch he had always thought she was.
He dropped his fork on his now empty plate and thought of how he’d repay the old man as he signaled the waitress who had been attending to another customer. She approached his table and inquired if he’d like to place more orders which he declined. He paid for his meal leaving a generous tip for the pretty waitress. He had thought of leaving his motel room number behind for a hook up but she seemed like a complicated sort_ he’d use the call service when he needed his needs met but at the moment, rather pressing issues demanded his attention.
Jack stepped out of the bed and breakfast and walked towards a phone booth across the motel. In his reverie, he had failed to notice the downcast expression of the pretty waitress as she stared after him_ she had hoped he’d leave his number behind or ask for hers. He seemed like he had been interested in her earlier. Perhaps, it had all been in her head after all. The cops from the B&B were now huddled around their police cruiser probably preparing to leave. They were in four number and two police cars were parked there. He detested cops, prosecutors and judges. In all their glory, they actually thought they were doing the world a favor. If he could, he’d wipe them off the face of the gaddamn earth. He was one bitter man with a purpose. Now, he had to figure out how to repay the old man because Jack always pays his debt. He punched a number in and as expected, someone picked up on the first ring almost as if they’d been expecting his call…

The older man smirked. “It’d be a rookie move on your part. You could try though but what would be the point? You wouldn’t get very far…” he stopped mid sentence and jack could clearly read the meaning behind the words left unsaid. He’d be killed obviously. “What do you want with me then? I’m more than certain you didn’t bring me here to play house.” The man had smiled at that. “Where is this place by the way?” he knew better than to ask and the look the man gave him said as much.
The older man took a deep breath and crossed his legs but the pouch he carried around his middle made it a somewhat funny sight. “You are a wanted man Jack so fretting to be out there should be farthest from your mind at the moment.” Finally, he gave in to the pacing. He felt so restless and the urge to hit at something was so strong and right now, the old man’s face was looking so damn inviting. He rubbed absently at his sore shoulders. “And being coped up here like a fucking prisoner is better?” “You’re no prisoner Jack.” He countered without sparing him a glance as he thumped through the pages of a leather bound missal he had obviously walked in with which Jack had failed to notice in his disorientation. He watched as the man seemed to have forgotten in his concentration with the journal. After what seemed like a test to his patience, he snapped shut the folder and fixed Jack a direct stare_ now, he looked like it was time to get down to the crux of the matter. “Do you believe in luck, Jack?” “I believe a real man makes his own luck.” He replied without missing a beat. The man chuckled. “Be that as it may, but what about fate? Believe in that, Jack?” “Is there a point to all these questions?” he demanded gratingly. His nerves were shot as it is and the old man’s questions weren’t helping matters. The man obviously wasn’t to be deterred by his companion’s foul mood. “When you walked into that truck and found me there and during the events that superseded it, what were your thoughts?” “There I was thinking_ it’s bad enough I got to go out but to go out in the company of a shriveled up old dude, what could be worse?” “Hmm…” was all the man had said clearly unperturbed by Jack’s rudeness. He knew everything to know about the young man pacing in front of him like a caged bull_ most of which would surprise him in the event that he became privy to it. He knew of his capabilities, his sunny days and the dark ones. He’d prove to be of vital use in the coming days ahead. In his line of business, you can’t afford to be content with the present and leave the future to chance. The future is everything. “What if I told you that I had a way to make your wishes come true? Deliver your enemies right to your doorstep. You’d find we might have something in common after all.” Jack studied his palms absently before fixing the old man with a direct gaze of his. “I’d ask what it’d cost me? Surely, you don’t do freebies.” “I’ve been known to be quite indulgent.” Jack scoffed at that. “I’m your prisoner after all so am I required to carry out this act for you against your enemies in lieu of a repayment for saving my worthless life from the gallows?” “I’d be careful the way I addressed me if I were you considering that I’m the reason you are not hanging off a rope by your neck or worse, not lying dead and forgotten in a mass grave somewhere bullet ridden.” The man spoke without raising his voice and yet, it didn’t fail to conceal the weight behind those quietly uttered words. “You mean you and me both, right? That’s my thought on fate by the way. It seemed we had that in common… just tell me what you want with me.” “To work for me_ I’d like to hire your services and like I said, it’d be mutually beneficial to the both of us. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”
Jack seemed lost in thought for a while. “Don’t you have like a million hired goons at your beck and call?” he was referring to the men that had intercepted the truck to save who was undoubtedly their boss and they both knew it or did he? “Yes, I do.” The man had replied simply “I work alone.” “I know.” “Why come to me like I got a say in it? I’m your prisoner after all.” The old man raised a brow. “No, you are not. You are free to leave anytime you wish but I’d strongly advise against it.” With that, he pressed an invisible remote control, and the heavy brass door stood wide open beckoning.
He stared at the door in longing then back at the older man. “And what makes you so certain I’d return?” The man shrugged and uncrossed his legs then brushed invisible specks off the front of his Hawaiian print shirt. “You will especially after reading this.” With that, he tossed an envelope he had retrieved from the leather bound journal at him. It landed at his feet without a sound. He didn’t remove his gaze from the older man even as he stood and walked by him evidently making for the door. “What’s in the envelope?”
“That’s why you have it Jack. I assumed you could read.” He tossed back without a pause in his stride. “Who’s Lord Arthur then? I assumed you could tell me that.” He was glad to notice the falter in the man’s step. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting that. He had caught him off guard but by the time, he turned and walked back towards Jack, he had composed himself visibly. “It’s a name you have no business mentioning in the first place. Apparently, you hadn’t been out as we had thought.” The old man’s face was impassive and difficult to read and it didn’t take Jack a long time to figure out that this was actually something much bigger than he had anticipated. “Hmm…” was all Jack had said in cynicism. “Perhaps, I just made it mine.” They locked gazes for interminable seconds and when it came, it knocked the wind out of him. He hadn’t seen it coming and took it to the solar plexus. The older man packed a punch. He doubled over so that he was almost leaning on the older man. It took him a while to regain his breathing. “That was for threatening me earlier. You never do that. I’ve been doing this since you were in diapers.” He spoke in a whisper against Jack’s face then straightened. “Now, get out of here son and I look forward to hearing from you.” With that, he exited the room leaving Jack with his labored breaths. He stared after the old man and the heavy brass door that stood open and beckoning.

CHAPTER TWO
He blinked rapidly even as he tried unsuccessfully to get himself acquainted with his surroundings. He had given up on his pretense of being asleep after he heard the lock on the door click shut. He attempted to sit up in bed but was assailed with pains. Finally with effort, he was able to sit up in bed_ his feet were cushioned on soft feather rugs. Where was this and where was he but most importantly, how had he managed to get here? It seemed even his wounds had been attended to by an expert evidently_ a nurse perhaps? His head throbbed rather painfully. There were some pain killers neatly labeled sitting primly with a bottle of water on the bedside table.
Was this heaven or hell? Who had decided to take a chance with him and grant him this second chance_ Jesus or the devil? He wasn’t sure yet but his gut told him he was soon bound to find out. It took him great effort to heave himself off of the bed and limp across the room to the heavy brass door. Even without being told, he knew it would prove furtive so he hadn’t been surprised to find the door locked. He took in his surroundings carefully as he had been taught to do and carefully calculated his chances of a successful escape. The room looked like something out of the pages of architectural digest_ a room for royalty ranging from the high ceilings to the expensively and tastefully furnished pieces inhabiting it. The windows were so high that even he attempted to make a jump for it; there was no way he’d make it out alive. He wondered if he was locked away in some sort of tower. He moved to check the drawers and wardrobes for a weapon of defense but found it all nailed shut.
The window above the armory gave him a first glimpse of himself and he was taken aback. He had bandage wrapped around his forehead and his left eye was nearly swollen shut. What constituted of his torso was nearly engulfed in a white mass of bandages and he limped. His left shoulder felt like it was being weighed down by tons of brick. He glanced about his room_ really taking it in for the first time all the while carefully calculating his chances of a successful escape. The room looked like something out of the pages of architectural digest ranging from the high ceiling to its expensive and tastefully furnishings. The window from what he can see of it seemed so high and even if he took a chance with it, the probability of making it out alive was quite unlikely making him wonder if he was being held hostage in some kind of tower. He tried to recollect and suddenly his memories returned to him in fragments_ must have been one nasty hit to the head he took, he thought.
He remembered the judge and her glare of disgust when he reacted violently against the verdict_ the bitch_ if he made it out of here alive depending on whose lucky arm lifted him, she’d be getting her due. He recalled the disapproving and hate-filled stares of the jury_ a lot of people to mete out his own form of justice on_ all he needed was a second chance. The ringing out of an imaginary shot in his head had him doubling over as a sharp pain pierced through his skull. He supported the right side of his head with his right hand almost as if blocking an invisible strike. That sound that was more familiar to him than any other_ a sound that gave him the same measure of relief you felt shooting heroin down your veins. He had lived for that sound and by some stroke of faith, had not died for it_ at least not yet anyway.
The pain was burdensome but worse than that, he detested looking like a nasty caricature of a mummy. He undid the bandage around his forehead to reveal a nasty cut above his left eye which was healing nicely. Whoever had attended to him obviously knew what they were doing. The old man_ his gut told him he had a lot do with his present predicament. Damn! and to have tasted freedom only to be sucker punched by becoming a hostage. He made a silent vow to rather die than return to what he had been_ a measly contract killer. The money hadn’t been a priority at the time because he had been more than happy to play the role of executioner_ the thrill of knowing you held one’s life in the palm of your hands and most often than not, the gratifying pleasure you felt hearing them plead for their life all the while knowing there was no end in sight for them. It had been a sort of antidote for him but his subsequent arrest and near execution served as a wakeup call. He hasn’t developed a conscience, on the contrary, he was selling his services to the highest bidder because if there was such a thing as a resume for a contract killer, he had left behind in his wake, a trail of dead bodies with no trace whatsoever in lieu of qualifications and a host of big names in the world in lieu of references and knew he stood a chance with what and who was considered the best out there.
If he was going out_ might as well go out on his own terms.
He combed his fingers through his hair and considered adopting a new haircut style in lieu of his reincarnation. There was a lot weighing on his mind at the moment. He had a momentary feeling of relief envisaging a measure of punishment for each one of his contractors that he had reached out to in jail awaiting trial for assistance but had been denied or cut off thus leaving him with the slimly weak punk of a court appointed public defender that couldn’t afford a decent suit to defend him. He imagined them at his mercy pleading for their lives and promising heaven and earth and the intense feeling of satisfaction at ending that life_ their stream of bodyguards, he didn’t consider a deterrent as he’d lay waste to them in a matter of seconds. They were all scum after all but on a second thought, aren’t we all scum of the earth? He was that good but that was the least of his worries. He knew it to be all part of the business_ contract him for a kill and pay him off_ no familiarity but it hadn’t prevented him from being riddled with hate by their actions.
More importantly though, he had to find a way to get himself out of this mess_ find out what the son of a bitch that had him holed up here wanted with him and then hit the road for a while until the dust settles. He knew they’d have an APB out on him and he wasn’t about to be ensnared so easily. He stared at the bandages wound around his torso through the mirror in annoyance. The damn thing was biting into his ribcage and making him uncomfortable. He reached down to unclip it and start the slow tedious process of unwinding the annoying mass of bandages. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Came a strong voice behind him. He stopped mid-motion at the intrusion and acknowledged the presence of a second party through the mirror where they made eye contact and held. He hadn’t been aware of the older man’s presence_ so much for being alert. He detested the soft feather rugs underneath one’s feet that made footsteps inconspicuous. He was one for linoleum floors but he had learnt to walk in such a way that concealed his footsteps. Even without being told, he recognized the intruder as the old man in the armored police truck. He had cleaned up real nice. He didn’t look anything like the crumpled fellow who had shared a brief space with him although at the time, something about him had stood out but he had been far gone in his own despair to take notice but now, it hit him.
Defiance_ that was the look he had seen in the older man’s eyes at the time. Despite the defeated and crumpled exterior, the defiance in his eyes and in the way he held himself rigid couldn’t be mistaken. He watched him through the mirror the way a lion studied its prey as he approached him closer from behind. He had failed to notice the inbuilt wall concealed by the pseudo wardrobe during his earlier exploration. His gut clenched at being caught unawares. It wasn’t a good thing to be caught with your guards down. He blamed his present state of health for that. “If it helps, you couldn’t have heard me come in. The house is sound proof and I guess this rug don’t help much. It seems motion detection sensors are the way to go.” The older man spoke almost as if could read his mind. “I’d blame the injuries if I were you.” He smiled cynically as he settled himself into the velvet couch. He watched him play at being king_ more like act out his role to perfection. It was anything but a pathetic try at playing king. He looked like he belonged_ like he was finally in his world. “You cleaned up real nice”. He pointed out and heard the older man’s throaty laugh ring out. “Oh this? He looked down at himself briefly_ it’s nothing a good food and rest wouldn’t do. You should cultivate that habit once in a while but I’m certain you consider yourself a man who thinks rest is for the weak. Isn’t that right Mr. Jack?” Jack moved away from the mirror until he was standing directly in the older man’s line of sight. He hadn’t been taken aback by the mention of his name. It wasn’t that difficult, an information to be privy to. Obviously, he’d be trending at the moment from having his face splattered across the front pages of different tabloids to having his name and face on the news. He shrugged. “What do you want with me? Say it so I can be on my way.” The older man took his time studying Jack before speaking. “I wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon if I were you.” He said mildly Jack let out a string of expletives under his breath and fought the urge to ride back and forth on the heel of his feet. “I don’t relish being told what to do old man and you’ve done it twice in the last few minutes so say…” He cut him off in mock astonishment. “Oh, have I now?” “I could kill you now and then what?’

The door opened and a tall athletic looking man in his midsixties walked into the room. He had an air of superiority about him and a purposeful stride. He was dressed casually today which was quite rare on a pair of grey corduroy slacks and a black T shirt u nderneath a dark brown flannel jacket. A black baseball cap completed the look. Even the casual attire couldn’t disguise his athletic build. His physical fitness came from years of indulging in an active lifestyle of exercise and good diet. His time on the force as a field agent spanning decades al so played a pivotal role. The only give away to his age was the grey hair and the crow feet at the corners of his eyes. He was a man to be revered on the force. Chris turned to acknowledge the presence of the chief of police, Barrett Eastham. He watched as h e settled his 6ft3, 200 pounds frame into the only chair in the room forcing Chris to settle back down on the edge of the bed all the while supporting his dislocated left shoulder with his right hand. “How are we feeling today, Chris”? He inquired in his gruff voice. He always had a way of making him feel like a school child reporting to his teacher was. which in a way he He was one of the few Chris and most of his colleagues looked up to on the force. He was as fair as he was strict. “Feeling l ik e I need to be out of here already”. Chris grumbled He had his face buried in a file he had w alked in with but at Chris’s words, he looked up to stare at him. “A little too soon, don’t you think? Perhaps, we ought to slow our roll. You are of no use to anyone in your condition”. His fixed gaze rested on his healing shoulder thus driving his point home. Chris couldn’t help but grudgingly
acquiesce to the fact that he wasn’t in his best frame yet but even that did not help his fretting to leave. He hated hospitals even as a child_ had despised them even most especially after watching his mother fight desperately for her life in a hospital while the doctors stood around and did nothing to save her. Chris massaged his sore shoulders absently as he watched the chief of police engrossed in the file at hand, a frown creasing his forehead. He looked up briefly and made eye contact with him. He could sense there were a lot of unanswered questions on Chris’s mind. He hadn’t been aware that the chief had been studying him as well. “Those questions aren’t going to answer itself. Out with it son. What’s on your mind”? He closed the file on his lap and fixed Chris with one of his signature direct stare that had served as a disciplinary measure to him and his colleagues in the absence of semantics. He forced himself not to squirm under such intense scrutiny. “It’s about Anna…” He hesitated. “No one’s told me anything about her_ if she’s alright or…” He trailed off. The Chief merely heaved a sigh and didn’t waver in his intense scrutiny. The silence that ensued was overwhelming in its intensity and only made him more agitated and worried. He moved slightly closer on the edge of the bed and this time, held the Chief’s penetrating stare and it was the older man who looked away first. “Is there something you are not telling me, Sir”? The chief scrunched up his facial features momentarily as if considering the best way to deliver what obviously his gut was telling him wasn’t very good news. “How long do you think you’ve been out and concussed, Christopher”? He inquired. Christopher_ this was definitely not good news. The chief only addressed him by his full name in the throes of a reprimand or the onset of grave news and in this case, he feared it was the latter. “No idea Sir…” He replied all the while wondering what that had to do with anything. “Well…” He cleared his throat. “Let me help you out. You’ve been out for roughly four weeks. It was touch and go for a while until the doctors insisted you’d be placed in a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in your brain come down and your brain to heal”. He paused for emphasis letting it all sink in as he watched the cascade of emotions flirting across the younger man’s handsome features. He was one of his best men on the force and it would have been a huge loss if they had lost him. Four weeks, he thought to himself. He had no idea he had been out that long but it still didn’t answer his questions about Anna or her health status. The chief has never been one to beat about the bush and was as direct as they come. He had often said there was no way to deliver a bad news that wouldn’t still make it bad so be direct and be done with it which was why he didn’t understand his recent stalling tactics except it wasn’t as bad as he feared. “I still don’t understand what it has to do with Anna and her state of health”. “There’s no better way to say this but sadly, Anna didn’t make it. She’s dead son”. That was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness of any coherent thought. The chief had continued speaking but he had been far gone listening to the sound of his own storm brewing to have grasped a thing said after the single word ‘dead’ had been pronounced by the chief.

CHAPTER ONE
The smell hit him_ at first; it had taken him quite awhile to reacquaint himself with his surroundings and then recognition hit. At once, adrenaline kicked in and he flung himself out of the bed and crouched low in a move that undoubtedly had to do with precision and years of training. That smell again_ undoubtedly gasoline. He could hear muffled footsteps somewhere outside the house. By now, his heart was thudding rather painfully against his chest. He reached for his gun that customarily spent the night under his pillow_ always in plain sight but realized with a sinking feeling that it probably lay discarded on the living room couch along with his dispensed clothing. Last night had been one of Anna’s rare good days and she had welcomed him at the door looking as sexy and beautiful as the first night he had met her on the job. They barely made it to the bedroom before losing themselves to each other and it had all been like the good old days.
Anna_ he felt his heart jump into his throat as he realized with a sinking feeling that she wasn’t in bed. What was happening? It was obvious this was no armed robbery attack. His gut told him as much. The roof rattled and he knew the damn house was on fire. He had to save Anna somehow if she wasn’t already dead. He prayed not. He ran to the door and kicked it off its hinges and it fell with a thud. There was just no way out. Half of the living room area was on fire. He stumbled in a daze, the smoke stinging his eyes and threatening to rob him of consciousness but somehow, he made it to the corridor of his office where to his dismay, he found Anna lying face flat on the floor. He crouched down unsteadily beside her to turn her around. She looked so pale and white. The splintering of woods alerted him to the fact that he had to get moving if he had any hopes of saving them both. There was no frail hope of getting help from neighbors because their mini country home lay in seclusion as per Anna’s request. She had never been one for crowds and despised intrusions especially in lieu of neighbors_ how ironic that those intrusions she so much detested might have just been their only saving grace.
He stumbled under the weight and the smoke filling his nostrils threatening to knock him out and under. He prayed they’d make it but still doubted the possibility in that. The whole living room area has been engulfed in flames forcing him to retreat into the corridor and back into the kitchen. If he could somehow pull the shutters off the kitchen window, Perhaps, they still stood a chance but Anna worried him. She looked dead. There was hardly time to check her pulse as the fire had made its way into the corridor. With a last furtive effort, he heaved the last of the shutters off and scooped Anna off the kitchen floor. His resilience under trauma came from years of being on the field. He made it to the sill with Anna slung over his shoulders. He prayed she wouldn’t hit her head hard as there was no way to make it down with her over his shoulders and such. He had to drop her over the window first before making the jump. Finally, they’d made it_ or had they? He lay unmoving on the cold hard ground, Anna a few feet away. He made a last ditch effort in an attempt to save them but found it difficult to move. Perhaps, the entire house will blow up in flames and take them with it. His last coherent thought had been his regret at having failed Anna_ he spent more than half of his life chasing crime and saving people but had failed the one that mattered most. He sensed rather than saw the presence of a third being; perhaps all hope wasn’t lost after all. The last thing he registered before being carted away in the waves of unconsciousness was a sharp pain against the temple. Had he been suspended in the air all this while and was just making contact with the cold hard ground or was it just his delirium? There was no time to find out as he gave up on his attempt to stay awake.

Chris rolled his shoulder under the strain of the bandages and POP. He had been bed ridden for a while now and was fretting to leave already. He knew it was going to be quite a while before he returned to the field but he was already nostalgic for the distraction. In his selfishness and obsession over his job, he had forgotten all about Anna and this had been a predominant cause of the rift in their relationship. Once he was done recuperating, he was going to spend a major part of his time with Anna_ making it up to her. He had no news whatsoever as regards Anna’s state of health and that bothered him. Ever since he has been awake, the nurses are yet to tell him a thing. He couldn’t ignore the gnawing gut feeling that they were withholding certain piece of information from him. At his behest, they had spurted off to him a list of his injuries and it was safe to say he was a mess. He had a lot of rehabilitation in lieu of physiotherapy before he’s of any use to anyone least of all himself.
He heaved himself out of the bed in a grunt. His ribs ached and breathing actually still hurt somewhat. Looking out of the window of his hospital room, he longed to be out there again but if anything, this recent incident was more or less a reality check calling his attention to the things that matter the most such as the life he has with Anna. A fleeting smile crossed his handsome face as he let thoughts of the petite blue eyed blonde assail his memory. They had met three years ago in a bar on one of his undercover jobs. He had admired her brazenness when she approached him, sliding close until she was literally whispering into his ear and demanded he buy her a drink. They had ended up having sex in the bathroom stall of the bar on that same night after which she walked away insisting he call her. She had scribbled her number on a dollar bill before leaving him with his satiated sexual desires.
He was never one for relationships because he felt it’d take a certain kind of woman to understand the nature of his job and stick with him through it all_ at least that’s what he chose to tell himself whenever his friends and colleagues discussed their relationships. Their happiness was contagious but he wisely refrained from getting himself enamored by any woman. He wisely kept his relationships with the opposite sex purely physical and not emotional. He refrained from associating with the commitment sort but for some reason Anna pulled at him. He found it difficult to erase thoughts of that petite blonde and the memories of her hot breath against his skin as he poured his seed deep within her. She wasn’t the most beautiful or sensuous woman he had bedded but there was something about her that pulled at him_ a sort of mystery lurking underneath that calm but fiery exterior. He needed to feel that fire of her passion again_ to be scorched by it. He wanted her and as such, he had found himself reaching out to her once more…
She hadn’t feigned surprise at his call as most women would have done. She had been pretty certain he’d call but was only stunned it had taken him so long to call. “I must not have done so well the last time if it took you this long to call”. She had purred sweetly over the phone in a voice that hasn’t been marred by years of ingesting smoke. Anna loved her cigarettes and hardly a day could go by without her indulging. She was always going to quit but could never see it through. “It’s not that…work has just been hectic is all”. I said
“Hush! Does it look like I’m complaining? I’m not asking for your name and the whole white picket fence deal”. He had relaxed visibly at that. He loved his freedom and it was obvious Anna wasn’t the type about to be ensnared by a commitment. “I promise to up my game when next we see, that way you’d have a hard time forgetting me despite your hectic schedule”. And she did. After that, they’d always find ways to meet up whenever she happened to be in town. He had no idea as to what she did for a living at the time but most often than not, she kept complaining about how her job sucked and how she’d love to quit and relocate and eventually, she did. At first, she had been looking at houses until he had suggested against his earlier judgment that she move in with him_ that way, they’d save up and share the bills. At least that had seemed a reasonable excuse at the time as oppose to confessing his real motive for offering had been the fact he had become so used to having her around and actually enjoyed it. They had been seeing each other for over a year by then. If she knew that to be his motive, she had made no comment but had been more than glad to play house with him and this had been three years ago…
Playing house with Anna against his earlier reservations had turned out not so bad after all. They had respected each other’s individuality and space. Anna respected his job and his occasional need for space and could relate to his excessive absence. Their sex life was great and he found himself subconsciously taking a vow of fidelity_ something which until then, was alien to his nature but he found it hadn’t been that difficult a task because being with her was great and he slowly began making commitments even if not verbally but in actions. A year and half into their relationship, Anna had begun to change. She’d flare up at the slightest provocations and complained excessively about things that until then hadn’t been such a big deal such as his obsession over work and his recurring absences. He had tried to meet her half way in her demands but it seems, he somehow ended up short and this always erupted into a fight until he had stopped trying. Coming home to Anna had always been a nightmare as her cold shoulder and indifference always succeeded in putting him off. Their sex life suffered greatly. It had deteriorated gradually until it became practically non-existent. Occasionally, he found himself stepping out of the relationship to get his sexual needs satisfied somewhat but even that had not downed his feelings for Anna. He always bore the responsibility of the cause of strain in their relationship.
He had tried on occasions to speak with her about the strain in their relationship but most often than not, he always had the feeling that although she was there with him in the physical, she really wasn’t there. The fear that she might choose to walk out on him was palpable. He’d always imagine that someday he’d come home to find her long gone but she hadn’t and that night that birthed this tragic turn out had come as a shock to him when she had welcomed him at the door in nothing but a night shirt with nothing underneath. It had been like that first night in the bathroom stall at the dingy bar all over again. The loud discordant blast of the horn of a train interrupted his strain of thoughts. He shut his eyes against the painful reminder of that night even as he made a solemn vow to spend the rest of his life making it up to Anna even if it killed him. He couldn’t help but blame his job for the recent turn of events.

Sunlight streaked through the openings on the side of the armored police truck he was being transported in. he wiped the sweat from his brows with the back of his hand and exhaled. Today was a hot day to die as he would soon face his killers. He had pleaded not guilty and the dog faced judge had sentenced him to die_ the shrewd bitch. He tried to imagine it, the hot lead tearing through his body like ice picks and leaving him cold in a matter of seconds if the shit soldiers could shoot like he could. He shuddered at the thought_ made a silent prayer and braced himself for the next few hours. Soon, he was going to see Lucifer or Jesus_ whichever threw a warmer bash. His only regret was a life of unfulfilled potentials. He knew he could have been much more than just a contract killer.
He sat back and looked around. He was not alone. He had noticed the old man on entrance but never spared him a glance till now. He wondered what his story might be but didn’t ask although somehow, he knew their fates were entwined. They were on this boat together sailing to realms of no return. A part of him sought retribution on each one on his death planning committee with a tiny voice silently echoing its will. The truck ran into a porthole and galloped. Immediately, he heard the truck accelerate. He heard shots fired and the screams of innocent bystanders.
Another shot, death cry nearby. He froze.
Their convoy was under attack. He roused and looked through the metal bars on the window and all he saw was mayhem_ a sharp pain jolted inside him and shot up his spine and he felt blood stream down his torso but didn’t care. He tasted freedom in this dessert of metals. He tried in vain to rid himself of the cuffs around his wrists and ankles but the keys were on the guard out front whom by now was probably dead meat. The truck buckled on impact and somersaulted several times_ metal met flesh and by the time the truck came to rest on its hood, he was losing consciousness. He heard desperate cries and pleas for mercy all around him then more purposeful shots and finally silence.
Moments later, he tasted his own blood and perceived smoke_ something was burning. The truck? He wondered. He must have hit his head because he could feel the moisture trickling down the side of his head and knew it was no sweat. Keys jingled and the cage opened. He tried to move but couldn’t. Someone sidestepped him and exited the truck. All around him was chaos and pandemonium. He heard voices and tried to discern what they were saying. They were arguing about him and their voices sounded like heavy bass metals in unison with the pounding in his head. He opened his eyes a crack and saw ninjas even as he felt his 6ft, 200 pound frame being dragged out of the truck and into the back of a waiting SUV with unnatural ease and precision.
‘Ninjas?’ He thought again. ‘Who were they and what did they want with him?’ He was losing consciousness again. A cell phone rang and someone picked up.
“Lord Arthur, we got the old man.”
“Hope no problem?” Inquired the caller
“None Sir_ just picked up a little package on the side. En route to base now.” He clicked off and relayed instructions to someone_ probably the driver and then it dawned on him_ the old man. In all the excitement of the events of the past few minutes, he hadn’t spared him a thought_ who he was and why these dark warriors would risk all in a bid to save him. Who was this Lord Arthur and what did he want with him? All these thoughts stayed with him as he gasped for air and made a last ditch spirited effort to stay alive.

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