Stealth Contact

I yelled in pain and fell to the ground. God damnit! I had the wrong man. I dropped my hatchet pulling out my gun. I lunged to the side as he shot at me again. I took aim, hitting him in the leg. I quickly got up, the pain pulsating in my back. I threw myself onto the man, as he struggled with me. I yelled in pain as he dug his fingers into my wound. I brought my gun to his head, hitting him hard. He yelled, and put his hands to his now bleeding face. I brought my gun to his head, tightening my legs around his neck.

"Now. Explain or die." I muttered, I could hear the movement of the man behind me, "Officer. You can see my confusion now." I really hoped he wouldn't get into this, I didn't want to have to kill an officer unless I had to.

 

The officer kept his aim, in case the man further retaliated. The other person didn't nudge, and simply smiled cruelly at the girl.
"I don't have to live to do my job."
With that he closed his eyes, ready to be shot.

 

I yelled in frustration, and hit the man in the head with my gun again. He fell unconscious, his chest still slowly rising. I quickly grabbed the villains gun and hung it on my belt. I looked at the officer, wincing as I got up.

"Sir. You have a jail right?" I looked at the unconscious man, "That's certainly where he belongs, but I won't leave him. I'm sure he'll bring friends." My body throbbed violently, and my body weakened as the blood continued to flow.

"You any good at taking care of wounds?"

 

The officer had called reinforcements by now, much to the surprise of Gratia.
"Don't worry, all is taken care of."
He picked her up in his arms, like a baby, whistling to the back-up trucks and ambulance which had arrived. The ambulance halted near him, and he let go of the girl. His blue shirt was stained with purplish-red. However, he quickly climbed in the ambulance and sat by Gratia's side.
"What is your name, missy?"
He asked, as the doctors arranged bandage.

 

I smiled, taking his hand and shaking it, "The names Linda." I muttered. I winced in pain as I felt a hand prodding at my back.

"You couldn't be a little gentler?" I snapped.

I blushed as I looked at the officers face, "And the name of the man that almost saved my life?"

 

(Uhhh...Bick, didn't I tell my name quite earlier!)

The officer, grinned and replied back in a cordial manner.
"You got amnesia or something? I told ya, I'm Bill."
He then stretched his arms as the ambulance got nearer to the hospital.
"What brings ya out here from America?"

 

(haha oops.)

I laughed, "Sorry. Guess I forgot through all the excitement." I bit my lip as I felt a great pain in my back. I looked back, and in paramedics hand was a bloody bullet.

"I'm here for vacation." I said, turning back to look at him, "Not much of one this time of year I know." I winced as the paramedic stitched me up. I looked back again, I could see the large white bandage that came to my shoulder, and the piece of my bloody shirt they had torn off.

"Where are we going?"

 

The man watched as the woman winced in pain, perhaps cursing him too.
"We're going to the hospital, of course. Where else?"
He then received a phone call and got himself excused, though a keen ear might have heard him.
"As you suspected. Some thugs picking on a girl."
"What have you done, then?"
"Rescued the girl. The authorities are taking care of the man."
"Well...hey, hold on..."
The voice on the other end muffled, talking to some one else. He said 'sure?' to the other person and then returned to the receiver.
"Well, the authorities have nothing more to do but to follow you to the morgue. The man's dead."
The officer lowered his head and murmured something, some sort of prayer.
"You're alone?"
The person on the other end asked worriedly.
"No."
"Then avoid such stuff."
"Such?"
"Reciting prayers."
"Why? I'm not in an atheist country or something."
"Grass head, your prayer, if heard audibly by someone, would be recognized as - you know, that religion's prayer."
"Oh, don't worry. No one knows Ara- that language here."
"But everyone knows the name for God, right?"
"Oh okay, I'll be careful."
The man put the phone down, and returned to the girl. The hospital was just paces away.

 

I groaned, why did the nice guy have to look so untrustworthy now? I looked at the few people around the car, they all seemed to be moving at a slow pace. The back of the ambulance opened.

"Will you come with me to my room Bill?" I asked, making sure I looked as pitiful as I could. "Anyway I can get a room on the first floor?"

 

Bill smiled as the nurses carried her out.
"Sure, I'll get your room on first floor. I'll be right there after that."
With that, Bill went right towards the hospital reception, talking with the nurse about the situation.
"Your name, sir?"
"Umm..."
Bill made sure no one was there, and whispered:
"Bilal Kazmi."
The woman nodded, indifferent.
"Your relation to the woman?"
"I'm simply a policeman making sure the woman's fine."
The nurse nodded and assigned room 19 to Gratia. The man shrugged off the insecure feeling and followed her into her room. There, the doctors simply sterilized her wound.
"How are we now?"

 

I smiled at him, motioning for him to sit on the seat in the far end of the room.

"I'm doing better."

I watched as the nurse got up, leaving me in the room alone with him. I slowly got up, as if in a limp, shutting the door and locking it.

"Bill," I said walking towards him, placing my hand on his shoulder, "I like you. You're a nice guy." I gave him another wide grin, and he smiled back awkwardly.

"But I'm worried." I said, placing my gun at his head and cocking it, "About that phone call you just had." I quickly grabbed his gun tossing it. It slid under the bed with a thud. I bit my lip, "I really don't want to have to hurt you. You seemed like genuinely good guy."

"Who called you, and how did they know I was going to be attacked before it even happened?"

 

Bill was expecting a long sob story but he was wrong yet. the woman was a tough one, not to be messed with. Gah - why had he even agreed?
"I can't tell, that's official stuff."
He replied insecurely, trembling a little.

 

I yelled in frustration, "Don't make me do this Bill! You know I will if I have to."

I looked at him, he didn't move much, nor did he respond. I looked at him, my face full or regret. I lifted my gun, ready to beat him with the butt of the gun. Instead I slapped him with all my might. The left side of his face turned red instantly.

"Tell me." I yelled. I looked at the door. I needed to reinforce it. I quickly grabbed him by the shoulder, making him get up. I patted down his body searching for anything of use. I found hand cuffs. I quickly cuffed him to the chair, his hands cuffed around the back. I backed up slowly, slowly pushing the bed against the door. I kicked the wheels off the bed. Not much, but it would help add to their trouble if someone was going to come.

"Now. Tell me Bill."

 

Bill struggled against his own handcuffs, feeling stupid. His superiors had either used him as bait or underestimated her when they said: 'should be no problem, Bilal.' He stuck to the latter, and groaned angrily.
"Look, Gratia," he started, getting Gratia's good amount of attention, "if you don't release me it won't help. I know you're a runaway from USA, and I know you work for Cathexis4U. And the best part is, I would like you to know that I'm helping you. If you release me, I'll bother explain."

 

I looked at him, a little shocked.

"I will uncuff you, a few minutes tops. You understand why I can't trust you." I said, grabbing the key from his pocket. I kicked the gun from the floor, as it flew to the other side of the room.

"No sudden movements. Or I will have to shoot." I said, unlocking the cuffs, the gun at his chest.

 

The man found himself at leave, though the gun threatened his existence. He sighed and started explaining.
"Samuel hired me to save your life out here. So I did. I had gotten reports from your enemies that they are after you. The people who want you dead - the enemy - Samuel tries to stay on their good side. So he can't help you directly. However, he has sent me to do that. You know the enemy falcons, true?"

 

I lowered my gun, keeping it held tight in my hand. Samuel was actually worried about me? I felt a slight smile arise on my face. Sammie hadn't just abandoned me. If this man was telling the truth, that was.

"No. I don't know of the enemy falcon." I said.

 

Bill sighed and repeated, still using codewords.
"Enemy Falcon HighBrows, Now do you understand?"
Bill was in a hurry, but he didn't say that out loud.

 

I looked at him and slapped myself in the head. Of course I knew.

"Yes." I said, "What about them, and how exactly do you plan on helping me? Tag along?" I added the last few words with a laugh. Tagging along was something I didn't think he would do.

 

Bill smiled, but it was far from a smile.

"They want to hunt you down. They don't suspect Samuel yet, thinking he's on their side - wrong they are - but still, you must help yourself. The plan is to change your identity. That could take a while, unless you're a shapeshifter."
He chuckled, finally.

"I won't tag along. My duty ends tonight. Tomorrow, another guy."

 

I laughed, and looked at him.

"I've all ready changed my look. I just need to change it on paper." I began to move the bed from the door, placing it back where it had began. I placed the gun back in my belt, my back now throbbing painfully from the strain of the movement.

"How will I manage that?"

 

Bill grinned, immediately joining her in moving the bed.
"Ain't not much problem. Tell me your new full name, new date of birth, place of birth and I'll pop in the written version of your new self tomorrow."
He then felt an unwanted presence.
"You might want to make that fast, though. Someone's coming."

 

I grabbed piece of paper from the desk, and quickly wrote all my information down. I would make myself a few years older. Born in Germany in 1978. Might as well stick with a country I knew well. Linda Lynn. I didn't need a middle name. The best of people didn't have a middle name. I handed him the paper.

"Thanks Bill." I said, "Should I stick around Mexico?" I said as I opened the window, sitting on the edge ready to hop down.

 

"Probably better for now. Since USA ain't safe for you, yet."
With that, the hospital room's door opened. An array of ninjas awaited Gratia.
"RUN!"
The man shouted, covering her up.

 

The stress of my missions was driving me into insanity. I couldn't figure out where I was going, what I was doing, who I was suppose to be hitting. I lost my focus when I was shot at as I walked out of the Embassy. Something I wasn't expecting. I pushed back into the doors and against the wall. Someone had lead me on. I could feel it.

Where do I go from here? I'm so lost...

Another bullet went off. I moved further down the wall, to keep my location hidden.

I guess that's my first step.