I swerved to avoid the second bullet Silas had aimed at my right back tyre. The difference between Silas and I is that he was predictable, did everything by the book. Meaning the next bullet would be…
I swerved to the left to dodge the bullet aimed at Anita and then pulled the breaks sharply as another bullet wheezed ahead to the spot where the car would have been in a second.
I revved the engine and zoomed on. I was almost at the end of his range, if I could only…
I felt the bullet before I heard it. I grunted and finally moved out of his range. I turned to see Anita staring at me with shock in her eyes. I followed the direction of her eyes to see the blood that had begun to seep out of the hole in my right shoulder.
I looked back at her and like nothing happened said, “You were saying.”
She started talking then.
The more she spoke, the more I felt myself loose control of my emotions. In fact, I could no longer hold back the pain of bullet wound on my shoulder, and it began to throb.
So my dearest Anita wasn’t just a model, but she was a very high leveled runs girl. High like very high up there. She recounted the names of senators, governors and powerful people she had been involved with at one point or the other. I mentally had to block out the images that formed in my head as she spoke… I also kept track of all the names… they might need killing if I ever survived this.
Once she got started, she went on and on… and on. And on.
“Hold up. You overheard what???”
“I swear. I ran for my dear life and have been running ever since.”
“Two days ago.”
“I see you ran very far.” Sarcasm.
But an assassination attempt on the VP? Orchestrated by the P? What in the world?
Going by protocol, if a hit request did go out, Anita was supposed to be dead by now. She had been working with one of her high-profile clients, a very close aide to the big man himself, when she overhead this and fled. The story might have been less believable if I didn’t know the aide in question.
Funny thing, considering information of this magnitude, I found myself struggling with coming to terms with what she now was. What happened to the sweet innocent young girl I grew up with? People change I know, but not this much.
“When did this all start?” I whispered cos I was ashamed of her at that point and I knew she was ashamed of herself, more especially because it was I who asked.
“Be straight with me.”
She sighed. “When I joined the agency. But… but it started way before that.”
The pain on my shoulder throbbed even more. I looked at my rear-view mirror, nothing. It was still early in the day so there were only few cars on the road. Silas wasn’t anywhere in sight, but that gave me no comfort, it could change any moment.
“No wonder you recovered so quickly last night.”
She looked at me, hurt. She opened her mouth to say something, but a glance at my cold eyes and bleeding shoulder shut her up.
We drove in silence for a few minutes.
“You are supposed to be perfect. Spotless. I had the best of hopes for you. I did all I did with ease believing that you were somewhere doing all the good I couldn’t do. You were the light to my darkness and now you’re telling me that YOU RUINED IT ALL???”
By this time, I was shaking in rage. My self-control was slipping away, the pain in my shoulder was increasing by the second… this wasn’t good.
Anita put her face in her hands and cried like a baby. I didn’t know the impact those words had on her, but they were greater than I expected. We had a bond far beyond the blood we shared. We were both broken souls.
I began taking take deep breaths to regain full control of my emotions… and body. I eventually had to park the car on the roadside and quickly examine the wound. The bullet had passed cleanly through, breaking a bone and left a gaping hope behind. I quickly wrapped it in a thick specially made gauze, usually used for emergencies during missions. It would stop the bleeding and numb the pain.
I got back on the road and kept moving.
“Where are we going?”
“Off the grid.”
She didn’t bother asking anything after that.
“So.” I managed to start the conversation again. “How far back did this start?”
She paled. I wasn’t going to push, but I expected an answer.
She looked out the window for a few minutes, I let her be. Waiting.
“Way back.” She said.
“Way way back.”
I still waited.
Without thinking, I swerved hard to the left, making a sharp U-turn and gunned down the accelerator, leaving a trail of smoke, dust and confused motorists behind me.
If we were going to die today, I would be joining that man and not the other way around.