We get caught, we die
Trina looked up from her bed. Shock registered on her face at seeing Liza inside the room with her.
“Hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Liza said throwing a bag at Trina. “Take what you can carry, but no more.” she said. “Move!”
Liza watched the change come to Trina’s eyes a second before she launched herself off the bed.
“What did you do with my family, you bitch,” Trina said her entire body writhing as she clawed and kicked at Liza.
“I didn’t do anything to them,” Liza said pushing Trina against the wall.
“Bullshit. They never would have believed you were me- never.”
“You’re right,” Liza said. “Your mother knew immediately.”
“She’s not my mother,” Trina spat confirming what she already knew to be true. Trina couldn’t stand the woman any more than she could. “She was never my mother.”
“Yeah, well that makes two of us.”
“Consider yourself lucky,” she said her eyes wet with tears. She inhaled deeply. “She told me you were dead,” her voice breaking.
“Well,” Liza said. “she was half right, but I’m getting better.”
“You can’t beat me. You’re not strong or bad enough. You don’t stand a chance. Fighting is only going to tire you out, and I need you to be able to run.” Liza threw the sack at her but it bounced off her onto the cot.
“Fill it, or don’t. You’ve got two seconds.”
Defiantly, Trina stood up to her sister.
“Good, let’s go.”
Outside the smell of kerosene permeated the air. Liza reached for Trina’s hand when she hung back in the doorway.
“You had me in someone’s back yard?” Trina asked incredulously as she looked towards the house and the lawn chairs.
“Move,” Liza said pushing her towards the trees. Once they reached them, Trina was out of breath so they stopped and crouched down in the brush giving Trina the chance to breath.
“Talk to me,” Trina said, but Liza ignored her as she tinkered with a black box she held.
Liza pulled two wires from the bottom of it then stripped them and wrapped them tightly around each other. Then removing a smooth panel from the top of the box she pressed a button and there was a muffled explosion. Within seconds the top level of the shed they’d just been in collapsed shooting flames several stories into the black night.
“Let’s roll,” Liza said before taking off in a full run. Trina followed, but wasn’t in near as good shape as her sister. When they came to the edge of a highway Trina fell to the ground.
“Get up. We’re not done yet,” Liza said with no sympathy in her voice, but Trina refused to stand. “When I say run you better move your ass.” Trina struggled to catch her breath. “You can’t be this weak.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Trina said out of breath. Before she knew it, Liza had backed her against the tree, her hand around Trina’s neck.
“If you don’t run, you get caught. If you get caught, you die,” Liza said watching Trina’s eyes, carbon copies of her own widen. “They will kill you, you understand?”
“Who,” Trina managed to squeeze through her constricted vocal chords.
“The people who made me what I am.”
A siren blared in the distance, but it was going in the opposite direction of where they were headed. Liza released her hold.
“You don’t have a choice in this,” Liza said. “We get caught we die; do you get that?”
Trina stared back at her as the words sunk in replacing her defiance with fear. “Good girl,” Liza said watching Trina closely. “You good?” At Trina’s nod, the two women took out in a sprint.
They ran for miles, stopping occasionally for Trina to catch her breath. It was dark and she was shivering her lips blue in the moonlight, but she didn’t quit. They ran along the side of the highway in the shadows, but when they reached the top of the hill that looked down on the city, they left the highway behind.
Soon they were passing streets with houses and the high school Trina had attended years ago. Liza noticed Trina’s pace change as she began to recognize her surroundings. Soon Trina was keeping pace as they came closer to the Davenport house. When she attempted to take the lead, Liza pulled her back roughly pushing her body into a ditch her face inches away from hers. Their breath came out in harsh puffs mingling together in the frigid air.
“I’m about to give you a second chance,” Liza said staring at Trina’s face. She had a wild look in her eyes. “You do what I say, when I say it and I will let you live. You understand?”
“Yes or no,” Liza barked when Trina tried to speak. Trina nodded her understanding. Liza stared at Trina for a full minute before she pulled back slightly as if testing Trina’s reaction.
Weak and scared Trina didn’t move let alone speak. She waited for her next direction.
“The life you had is no more,” Liza said. “I’ve made sure of it. What you have to understand is the way you were is no more. To your family, your friends the old you no longer exists. This,” Liza said tugging roughly at the mat of synthetic hair on her head, “is no more. The clothes you used to wear are no more. The way you talk, walk, live is no more.” Trina listened, but Liza could tell the words weren’t connecting. The woman’s brain was slow from fatigue and the cold, but Liza needed her to understand before they took another step.
“You will have to relearn how to be, but if you can do that you can have the life you deserve. Understand?” Trina nodded knowing it was the only answer that Liza would accept.
“Good girl,” she said. “When I say jump, you say how high. You do what I say; when I say it if you want to live.”
That Trina understood. Ever since she’d woken up in that underground cell, she’d been living with the understanding that it could be her last day; Liza had made sure of it. Trina had lived and breathed that truth for all those days when her only contact was a disconnected voice through the intercom.
Now here she was breathing fresh air with a woman that had not only been impersonating her, but had apparently been living her life better than she had.
Trina followed behind LIza pulling the hoodie she wore over her head just as she’d been told to do. When they got to the Davenport’s Trina didn’t even look around the darkened rooms.
She did as she was told and followed behind Liza stopping only once she was told to do so. She was alive and it was because of the woman in front of her. That was all she needed to know now.
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She was burning the boats
“We procured the package,” the agent said into his headset.
“Take care of it,” The Mastermind said. “We don’t know if it was her, but if it was, then she knows everything.” A chill went through the agent’s body.
The agent climbed into his SUV parked down from the alley where Wilson had been located. After the call ended, he supervised the clean-up crew then made his way back to Davenport’s street.
He parked a little way down from the house. He knew her secret now. Liza hadn’t been as quiet as he’d thought. All those nights they’d thought she was down, she’d been out and about, and only God knew where. She’d killed Wilson, Wilson for god’s sake. The poor bastard wasn’t a threat. Liza’s balls were bigger than her husband’s were.
Now that she’d left her mark though he doubted she’d stay much longer. Central’s handbook taught them to never revisit old haunts. The second safe house he was sure she had was no more. He made another call to the tracking team.
“Check for any recent fires or structural changes in the area.” Hanging up the phone, he expected to get a call in the next hour.
Once he did, he’d planned to visit the site to see what could be salvaged. There wouldn’t be anything, of course, she was too good, but there was always a chance.
All they could to do was try because as it was, they were just holding their asses in the wind with the little bit of Intel they were getting from the Mastermind. Covering for a woman who every indication exclaimed she had gone rogue.
“Dammit,” the agent muttered to himself. This wasn’t supposed to happen- not to them, but ever since she’d slipped off radar nothing went smoothly anymore. Worse the big boss had turned them into sitting ducks. His hands were tied and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. If it were him in charge, he would have ordered Liza be taken down, but for some reason He was holding them back.
The vibration of the phone let him know a call was coming in. He picked up the call.
“Yes, sir,” the agent said.
“She knows. No status on Trina at this time. Continue your surveillance report any movement. Keep the tail on the Davenports. Blackfoot seems to still be a go, so we prepare for that event. If she tries to slip away on us it will be then. The entire building will be crawling with officers, military. We must isolate her. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the agent listened for more details but the line went dead. Sitting back in his seat he tried to push away the feeling of dread. The ball was tomorrow night.
He’d like to think they’d catch a break at least once. This entire operation had been a disaster from go, but his gut told him it would end exactly how it began.
It was almost three months ago that he’d heard Liza went missing. One day she was there the next she disappeared, but what was it to say she hadn’t left sooner than that.
Once the Mastermind exposed her it took them weeks to even get a whiff of a trace. It wasn’t until she surfaced in Mississippi after the incident at the bookstore, they finally got optics on her. Where she’d been all that time, no one knew.
Why she’d popped up in Mississippi of all places no one knew either. At least that was what he believed- at first. He could put a bullet in his own brain for his stupidity because of course the Mastermind knew. He knew the entire time, but as usual kept the information from us the ones with our asses on the line day in and day out.
They’d descended on the small town to find her under the assumed name of Trina Davenport. They’d been playing catch up ever since.
He still wasn’t sure they had all the information they needed to do their job, but that itself was a part of the job. They each played the part they were assigned with the Mastermind at the helm.
However, this time the pieces weren’t fitting. They weren’t coming together like the other times. As soon as they thought one side was patched the other side would come loose and once again, they were left scrambling to catch up.
This ball was a mistake. In the past they would have found a way to stop the whole thing from occurring. Burned the venue, orchestrated a counter event, something to make sure this impending cluster fuck could not occur.
Instead extra agents had been called in, off other cases for something that should have been taken care of months ago. This didn’t have to happen like this, but that wasn’t his call.
All he could do was play his role and watch his neck. Because by the time it all went down, he had a feeling that heads would be rolling. He just planned for it not to be his.
Liza had done the impossible. She’d brought Central to its knees. She’d kept the entire team jumping through hoops for the past few months, even Him.
Realization crashed down on him hard. Liza was playing for keeps, and she had no intention of coming back- ever.
She was burning the boats.