Silven
10-30-2008, 04:50 AM
As if from a fleeting memory, she looked around and thought she recognized her surroundings. Alone. Cold. Weary. The dim-lit room offered little to suppress the feelings inside her.
She thought for a moment that nothing had happened, that indeed she was a whole person in the world. Then the memories flushed through her head like a tide, once again bringing a shaky tear to her brow. As her trembling hand wiped away acrid tears, she tried to overcome the grief.
Gaining her senses, she picked her gun up & put it in her hand bag. Taking one more look at the scene, she approached the door and pushed on it ever so lightly. The door yielded with a dull rusty creak. She paused for 5 seconds… looked down onto the mud snowy steps. The street was quiet and still, and a bitter cold stung her lips and nose, numbing her senses. There was a feeling of lonely sorrow, perched high above the street lamps. She looked up expecting almost to see what she was feeling. Looking back down & shaking herself to her senses she hurriedly closed the door and moved on.
Finding her bearings in the strange town was not easy, but she had been in many situations like this before. She headed toward a major intersection. There is nobody here she thought to herself. This should have been easier? ‘Go though it all again’ she said to herself quietly. It was supposed to be a simple hit, like they had done many times before. “Its still not making sense”. Maybe her partner would be here now, she thought, as she took more hurried steps.
Arriving at the train station and approaching the ticket window, she felt eyes on her for the first time since the apartment where she looked into her partners eyes for the last time. The ticket attendant was staring at her. Not striking her as unusual, yet she did take a steep breath as she finally rested her bag at the ticket window.
“Single to Alster international Airport” she asked in perfect German, professionally containing the shakiness of her speech.
‘No problem Madam, that will be 12 Euros’ the ticket attendant answered in perfect English… there was a moment of apprehension for her as she looked at the man, instinctively reaching into her bag she secured her right hand around the Glock.
The attendant then simply looked at her awaiting payment; she remained static… 4 seconds. The attendant then shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of hurry-up. She let the gun go. Shaking her head, fumbling for change, looking down, she felt a cold round barrel pressed into her neck, looking up, the first thing she noticed was the attendant… he was smiling.
She thought for a moment that nothing had happened, that indeed she was a whole person in the world. Then the memories flushed through her head like a tide, once again bringing a shaky tear to her brow. As her trembling hand wiped away acrid tears, she tried to overcome the grief.
Gaining her senses, she picked her gun up & put it in her hand bag. Taking one more look at the scene, she approached the door and pushed on it ever so lightly. The door yielded with a dull rusty creak. She paused for 5 seconds… looked down onto the mud snowy steps. The street was quiet and still, and a bitter cold stung her lips and nose, numbing her senses. There was a feeling of lonely sorrow, perched high above the street lamps. She looked up expecting almost to see what she was feeling. Looking back down & shaking herself to her senses she hurriedly closed the door and moved on.
Finding her bearings in the strange town was not easy, but she had been in many situations like this before. She headed toward a major intersection. There is nobody here she thought to herself. This should have been easier? ‘Go though it all again’ she said to herself quietly. It was supposed to be a simple hit, like they had done many times before. “Its still not making sense”. Maybe her partner would be here now, she thought, as she took more hurried steps.
Arriving at the train station and approaching the ticket window, she felt eyes on her for the first time since the apartment where she looked into her partners eyes for the last time. The ticket attendant was staring at her. Not striking her as unusual, yet she did take a steep breath as she finally rested her bag at the ticket window.
“Single to Alster international Airport” she asked in perfect German, professionally containing the shakiness of her speech.
‘No problem Madam, that will be 12 Euros’ the ticket attendant answered in perfect English… there was a moment of apprehension for her as she looked at the man, instinctively reaching into her bag she secured her right hand around the Glock.
The attendant then simply looked at her awaiting payment; she remained static… 4 seconds. The attendant then shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of hurry-up. She let the gun go. Shaking her head, fumbling for change, looking down, she felt a cold round barrel pressed into her neck, looking up, the first thing she noticed was the attendant… he was smiling.