She had decided that she could never run faster than him. She was almost half his size. She would try to seduce him and distract him to get it. It has worked before, it would always work.

Fixated on creating the perfect mood, she slipped on her pale pink exotic leotard and started to mediate before he came over. She had to keep herself under control. Keep a cool head or else he will see right through it all. It was a miracle that he hadn’t seen through her yet.

He must be clouded by something else. He really has fallen for her. Had she toyed with his emotions? In the beginning all the coy smiles and flirting was part of her act. Nothing more. Then when he started to open up his soul, bear his soul to her. That was when she got weak. With all the missions and all the marks, she had never let down her guard. There was something different about him. It was the genuine smile he couldn’t stop whenever they were together. He would follow her to hell and back.

She slipped the gun under the skirt of the couch and placed herself near it reclining. If this bait wasn’t going to work, she might as well bite her own bullet. Headquarters will never take her back after taking this long with a mission. She had to convince herself to stop thinking of the fate that had not yet happened.

He walked in with the sweet smell that was his. Lingering in the air as he walked towards her. The passion in the room was heavy and both could feel it. As her hands moved around on his chest and the emotion filled from their lips she reached for the briefcase that he always carried with him. It was just within her grasp. She moved a slight bit closer and placed her hand around the tattered handle.

“What are you doing Lula”, he asked.

“Nothing..why?” She responded immediately

“Give me the briefcase Lula.” His tone lowered

“What’s inside it?” She playfully responded in efforts that he would just say, ‘open it’.

“Work stuff” He told her plainly.

“Anything good?” She anxiously asked.

This was taking much longer than it should have. She could feel the panic inside of her rising. Her face was become flush she could feel it. Oh well, that could be the passion that they were feeling. He wouldn’t notice that small detail.

“No you wouldn’t be interested” He started to get annoyed.

She continued to hold the briefcase in her hand as she drew her gun. Mumbled words that made no sense came from her mouth. Her heart broke. Tears flooded her eyes and streaked her face as she held the gun to his head. She was so confused; she could not shoot this wonderful souled man who cared for her so deeply. Continuing to hold the gun to his head, he lowers her hands and tells her that she just should have asked for it. He would have given it to her. But would it really have been that easy? No. Nothing ever is. As she continually walks backwards up the steps with the gun pointed to him, she apologizes and runs into the dark, cold desert not knowing where she is going to end up.