Smoky Eyes -- Chapter 3
Shay is scared out of her mind... Her pursuers are getting closer and closer.
We went up to Santa Monica, and boarded a plane to Seattle. "It's not where they look first." Jet had told me. In Seattle, we found a place to stay for the night. It was in a small, deserted little cabin.
"Jet." I said. "You remembered to question everyone who survived on that chopper, right? Any bad guys who survived?"
"I checked each one." Jet said grimly. "Each bullet had gone straight through their heart. You mind aiming for their leg, next time?"
I sighed. "I don't aim. I just think, shoot that guy."
He sighed as well. "We're having trouble staying one step ahead of this network. It's like somehow we're leaving a trail, a wide, straight paved road for them to follow."
It was true. We haven't stayed in one city a whole week at a time. We've been pinballs, bouncing around the continent. "Where to, next?" I asked Jet. i wasn't sure if he knew.
"Canada." He said firmly. "I know someone up in Quebec who can give us some new IDs."
I rubbed my eyes and cupped my face with my palms. "I'm tired, Jet. I haven't slept in like three days. I'm going to get some sleep." Before I could hear his reply, I was in dreamland.
When I woke up, it was twenty hours later. I was feeling so refreshed and rejuvenated. I looked around. Next to me, on the bed, were jeans, a t-shirt, and some undergarments, in place of Jet. I went into the bathroom and found that the shower was actually working. It was cold water, but what the heck. I dried off and slipped into the new clothes. I felt fresh.
Jet entered the cabin. He had a bag of magazines for our two Glocks.
"What happened to all those magazines we bought in Albuquerque?" I asked.
"We lost it all in Vegas." he said.
"So we're ready to go to your ID guy?"
Jet nodded."Let's get outta here."
We boarded another airplane. The only flight out was this tiny propeller airplane. With one lavatory. I mean, give me a break here.
In Quebec, it was a lot colder. The t-shirt and jeans Jet had bought me weren't holding up. I got a huge parka with a furry hood. It was pretty stylish. But, hey, that's me. The only thing I worry about is style. NOt.
This time I hijacked a tiny liquor store and got enough money where we could stay in a hotel room. We just dropped off our bags there and we walked to Jet's place. It was a small studio on top of a quaint candy store. how lovely.
We knocked on the door. We heard a dozen bolts slide across, and then the door opened. A short, skinny man invited us in. He had a plump face with purple cheeks. He wore these dark glasses and looked all business to me.
"My name is Stoker." he said to me, shaking my hand. "I'll make it quick for you. Look here." He showed us a laptop hooked up to many different devices. I wasn't that keen on electronic stuff. He opened a window with our new IDs.
They had our faces and a different name, an address in New York, and it had that we were both 21. My new name was Linda Beverly and his was Mitchell Cooney. They looked legitimate enough for me.
"Muffin Street?" Jet scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
The man put up his hands, offended. "There's every dictionary word as a street name in New York!"
Jet rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to make us 21."
Stoker shrugged, grinning. "There's a pretty awesome nightclub called Muzique if you wanna check it out."
"We will." i cut in between their argument. I didn't want Jet's soul to go to hell or anything like that.
"These IDs are also magnetically compatible." he said. I didn't know what that meant, but I was cool with it.
"Okay, whatever. PRint em up." Jet said.
It took a while, with all these beeps and buzzes before he handed us these glossy new cards. Jet handed him a wad of cash and we left, pocketing them. I was feeling a lot better.
"That guy was a nutjob." Jet said.
"Oh, be quiet Mr. Cooney" I giggled. "At least we got our names."
Jet stopped in the candy shop and I continued to the hotel. When I let myself in and closed the door, I heard, "On your knees. hands up. Now." It was a deep, gruff voice. Like Jet's, except cold, mean, and formidable. I did as it said, kneeling and showing my palms. I faced two men, who wore the same as the ones who were chasing me in the building.
"How did you find me?" I demanded.
One of them chuckled. "You thought you could run around the whole world, away from us? No. You're only on a treadmill, and you're always surrounded." This statement sent a chill through my spine.
They flanked me, their guns closer, the barrels touching me.
"What do you want me for?" I asked. I hoped they didn't hear my voice quavering.
"You'll find out." one of them snarled.
At once the door burst open, and Jet leaped inside, firing two gunshots. The men at my side collapsed to the ground. I got up and Jet and I hugged. "Oh my God, Jet. They almost had me."
"But they didn't." Jet said. He went to the two bodies. There was one bullet hole right through the guy's neck. The other guy was shot in the shoulder. Jet took off his belt and shirt and tied his shoulder tightly, stopping the bleeding.
"This guy can be saved. Let's get him out of here. Nice shot."
Jet hot-wired a car in the parking lot and we shoved the guy in the trunk. We made of on an empty highway, speeding. I was scared out of my mind. We finally found a quarry by the side of the road, and Jet pulled over. we grabbed the guy and set him up laying against a rock. He was conscious now, dizzy with pain.
"How did you find us?" jet demanded.
He looked from Jet, to the gun, to me, to the gun, to Jet. "Satellites." he croaked.
"Why do you want her?" Jet said, nodding to me, without wasting any time.
The man looked at me with desire and iciness. "Why don't you turn yourself in?" he said to me. "We're going to catch you sooner or later. Why not save yourself and us the hassle?"
Jet cursed obscenities at him and thrust the gun into his neck. The man's throat made an unhuman gurgling sound.
I couldn't watch anymore. I stood and left, plugging my ears. I vaguely heard Jet questioning him more, then I heard a gunshot. I turned around, not looking at the body, and slid into the passenger seat. Without a word, Jet started the ignition and drove off.
You might be thinking, was Jet even allowed to kill someone? He was an angel. A glorious, heavenly angel and he could torture and kill someone? I had no idea either. Don't ask me. I think it was just kind of, do whatever it takes to protect your guardee. I don't know.
"You're in grave danger. "Jet said softly, interrupting my thoughts. "Grave danger."
"Tell me something I don't know." I said.
"Jet." I said. "You remembered to question everyone who survived on that chopper, right? Any bad guys who survived?"
"I checked each one." Jet said grimly. "Each bullet had gone straight through their heart. You mind aiming for their leg, next time?"
I sighed. "I don't aim. I just think, shoot that guy."
He sighed as well. "We're having trouble staying one step ahead of this network. It's like somehow we're leaving a trail, a wide, straight paved road for them to follow."
It was true. We haven't stayed in one city a whole week at a time. We've been pinballs, bouncing around the continent. "Where to, next?" I asked Jet. i wasn't sure if he knew.
"Canada." He said firmly. "I know someone up in Quebec who can give us some new IDs."
I rubbed my eyes and cupped my face with my palms. "I'm tired, Jet. I haven't slept in like three days. I'm going to get some sleep." Before I could hear his reply, I was in dreamland.
When I woke up, it was twenty hours later. I was feeling so refreshed and rejuvenated. I looked around. Next to me, on the bed, were jeans, a t-shirt, and some undergarments, in place of Jet. I went into the bathroom and found that the shower was actually working. It was cold water, but what the heck. I dried off and slipped into the new clothes. I felt fresh.
Jet entered the cabin. He had a bag of magazines for our two Glocks.
"What happened to all those magazines we bought in Albuquerque?" I asked.
"We lost it all in Vegas." he said.
"So we're ready to go to your ID guy?"
Jet nodded."Let's get outta here."
We boarded another airplane. The only flight out was this tiny propeller airplane. With one lavatory. I mean, give me a break here.
In Quebec, it was a lot colder. The t-shirt and jeans Jet had bought me weren't holding up. I got a huge parka with a furry hood. It was pretty stylish. But, hey, that's me. The only thing I worry about is style. NOt.
This time I hijacked a tiny liquor store and got enough money where we could stay in a hotel room. We just dropped off our bags there and we walked to Jet's place. It was a small studio on top of a quaint candy store. how lovely.
We knocked on the door. We heard a dozen bolts slide across, and then the door opened. A short, skinny man invited us in. He had a plump face with purple cheeks. He wore these dark glasses and looked all business to me.
"My name is Stoker." he said to me, shaking my hand. "I'll make it quick for you. Look here." He showed us a laptop hooked up to many different devices. I wasn't that keen on electronic stuff. He opened a window with our new IDs.
They had our faces and a different name, an address in New York, and it had that we were both 21. My new name was Linda Beverly and his was Mitchell Cooney. They looked legitimate enough for me.
"Muffin Street?" Jet scoffed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
The man put up his hands, offended. "There's every dictionary word as a street name in New York!"
Jet rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to make us 21."
Stoker shrugged, grinning. "There's a pretty awesome nightclub called Muzique if you wanna check it out."
"We will." i cut in between their argument. I didn't want Jet's soul to go to hell or anything like that.
"These IDs are also magnetically compatible." he said. I didn't know what that meant, but I was cool with it.
"Okay, whatever. PRint em up." Jet said.
It took a while, with all these beeps and buzzes before he handed us these glossy new cards. Jet handed him a wad of cash and we left, pocketing them. I was feeling a lot better.
"That guy was a nutjob." Jet said.
"Oh, be quiet Mr. Cooney" I giggled. "At least we got our names."
Jet stopped in the candy shop and I continued to the hotel. When I let myself in and closed the door, I heard, "On your knees. hands up. Now." It was a deep, gruff voice. Like Jet's, except cold, mean, and formidable. I did as it said, kneeling and showing my palms. I faced two men, who wore the same as the ones who were chasing me in the building.
"How did you find me?" I demanded.
One of them chuckled. "You thought you could run around the whole world, away from us? No. You're only on a treadmill, and you're always surrounded." This statement sent a chill through my spine.
They flanked me, their guns closer, the barrels touching me.
"What do you want me for?" I asked. I hoped they didn't hear my voice quavering.
"You'll find out." one of them snarled.
At once the door burst open, and Jet leaped inside, firing two gunshots. The men at my side collapsed to the ground. I got up and Jet and I hugged. "Oh my God, Jet. They almost had me."
"But they didn't." Jet said. He went to the two bodies. There was one bullet hole right through the guy's neck. The other guy was shot in the shoulder. Jet took off his belt and shirt and tied his shoulder tightly, stopping the bleeding.
"This guy can be saved. Let's get him out of here. Nice shot."
Jet hot-wired a car in the parking lot and we shoved the guy in the trunk. We made of on an empty highway, speeding. I was scared out of my mind. We finally found a quarry by the side of the road, and Jet pulled over. we grabbed the guy and set him up laying against a rock. He was conscious now, dizzy with pain.
"How did you find us?" jet demanded.
He looked from Jet, to the gun, to me, to the gun, to Jet. "Satellites." he croaked.
"Why do you want her?" Jet said, nodding to me, without wasting any time.
The man looked at me with desire and iciness. "Why don't you turn yourself in?" he said to me. "We're going to catch you sooner or later. Why not save yourself and us the hassle?"
Jet cursed obscenities at him and thrust the gun into his neck. The man's throat made an unhuman gurgling sound.
I couldn't watch anymore. I stood and left, plugging my ears. I vaguely heard Jet questioning him more, then I heard a gunshot. I turned around, not looking at the body, and slid into the passenger seat. Without a word, Jet started the ignition and drove off.
You might be thinking, was Jet even allowed to kill someone? He was an angel. A glorious, heavenly angel and he could torture and kill someone? I had no idea either. Don't ask me. I think it was just kind of, do whatever it takes to protect your guardee. I don't know.
"You're in grave danger. "Jet said softly, interrupting my thoughts. "Grave danger."
"Tell me something I don't know." I said.
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