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Back at the Cabin (con’t)

February 11, 2012

“So, does that statement mean you ally yourself with the US?”

“Why should you believe me even if I said yes?”

“That was my next question. You like to stay well ahead of the game.”

“Now that’s where I draw the line.” She stood up and slammed her fork down for emphasis. “Too many people think what I do is a game. This is no fucking game! Ping pong is a game. Monopoly is a game. Cops and robbers is a game. Drug addiction is even a game. I kill human beings. I kill their parents, their sisters, their brothers, their husbands and their wives.” She turned away from him. “I kill their children.”

He looked her over. Her shoulders showed resignation, yet the rest of her body, from her flexed arms to muscle-tightened legs screamed attack. Better to just listen at this point ol’ boy…

“I never asked you to save me. I’ll never thank you either. I was supposed to die with those men. Just my luck I get rescued by a boy scout.” She turned back to face him and sat.

“Why don’t you just go out in a blaze of glory and take as many bad guys with you as you can?”

“I’ve thought of that. What if I failed, like the car crash? The people who want me will get any information out of me they want. They know it, I know it.”

“So blow your brains out.”

“For some reason I can’t seem to do that. Something stops me every time. I don’t know why. There’s a sense of wrongness in it all. The car crash was a random moment where I thought I could solve all my problems with this world in one tragic act. Two of those men were very dear friends.”

“The third?”

“My ‘husband’ and a traitor. He sold out.”

“You’ve lead a hell of a life.”

“Look, don’t sympathize with me. You don’t know. I might kill your aunt, your sister, your best friend or even you some day.” She pushed her chair from the table, stood and strolled to the door. “Isn’t it time we get out of Walden Woods?”

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