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I walked into the shower, the clear water washing away today’s evidence of mistakes. I learned from Dana to sometimes use false hope to my advantage, but I don’t sincerely think that’s what she meant. When I stepped out, the bedroom can become a shade of orange, so I pulled back the curtains to let the full view of the sunset. The sun set, the stars shone- all while the moon let light for the people of the night.
I was looking at the view for long while as I received a message from OA- it’s already 10:30!
<Good job out there.>
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<Thanks, you too.>
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OA was my partner since I arrived at FBI. He’s had my back, and I’ve had his. That’s all a person like me really needs right now. I wouldn’t have to worry about him so much if he kept on throwing himself onto a silver platter for me. Surprised that his sister had even said that they should pay me more for dealing with him. I’d be glad to deal with him without the money.
Grabbing a smaller towel to dry off the ends of my hair, my phone went off again.
<So, Mags I was thinking…>
<We should go see that new comedy movie with Jubal and Kristen.>
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<Really? When? >
<I didn’t think you we’re the movie type.>
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<I’ve watched movies time to time.>
< We’re supposed to meet up at the Austin Multiplex Cinemas.>
<Tomorrow at 10.>
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<Alright. Night.>
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<Night Maggie.>
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Crawling into my bed, I stared at the screen for a moment before deciding to knock out for the night with some ice cream and Law & Order. The next morning, I wasn’t sure which woke me first, the sun or the city. Rolling out my bed - my neck was really, really stiff. <Should get some new pillows.> Glancing toward my alarm clock, the time read 7:42, which gave me time for a early morning jog.
My routine didn’t alter much like all my other off days. I would go get myself ready to jog, come back and shower, make some chocolate cake for the neighbors downstairs, then make lunch for myself. After that I would do some excerise <I need a new punching bag> then go to sleep- but tonight I had other plans.
I looked through my closet to see if I had any non-work related clothing, but I couldn’t seem to find anything in here. I grabbed a black dress with a coat and some stockings-flats should look fine with this.
The night sky in New York was as bright and glittering as ever, with the crowd flowing like a sea. Out on the street, in plain view gave me a uncomfortable feeling lodge in my gut, so I went away from the light into darker alleyways. <Snickerdoodles, I forgot to carry some sort of weapon with me.>
A man woke in front of me as I internally screamed at the sight of him. I placed a calm look on my face as I tried to pass by him, minding my business, but he seem to have taking a liking to me.
<Such a pretty face. Where ya going to tonight?> He asked. I rolled my eyes as I turned around - as watched goon walk right in front of me.
<Come’on lady, don’t cha’ wanna have fun?> The goon smiled as he walked closer and touched my hair. Two guys, I don’t have a weapon… I have a chance of surviving.
A very, very small one-but it’s still a chance!
My hope diminished as I felt a gun pressed into my skull. My adrenaline hormones kicked in as I stood obediently, observing carefully for an open moment to attack. The goon pulled out a knife, the cold metal against the side of my cheek.
<Ooh doggie! We such a feisty one too! How much do you think she’s worth?> The knife goon asked.
<Probably couple thousand with her looks.> The man pressed the gun harder- I’m pretty sure I get the warning.
<Or should we have some fun with her first.> He grinned at me when his fingers combed through my hair. I shivered internally with disgust.
My fist went flying into his jaw as I made a grab for his knife has the goon stumbled backwards. A shot a fired inches away from me- the bottom of the blade giving me comfort. Another shot fired a few feet in front of me as I scrambled to my feet and went behind a dumpster.
The goon got back up screaming < You little shit! > Two more shots went straight into the dumpster. I looked around for another form of cover, or a window to jump inside- but nothing besides from a fire escape and a trash can around 15 feet away.
Great. I’m gonna die here, out of all places-
<FBI!> I heard a familiar voice yell. The two men looked shocked as they ran pass the dumpster, fearing for their lives. At the end of the day, people like them don’t want jail time. All bark but no bite.
< Hello? > A voice questioned through the alley as I peaked my head and saw OA- and I stood up as his face filled with concern and shock. < Maggie? >
< Yeah? > I questioned as I walked towards him. < What’s up? >
His eyes didn’t linger away from mine. <Are they after you? >
< No, just a two psychopaths that choose me as there next victim. > His jaw clenched as fury overcame his eyes and looked past me.
< I should go after->
< No! Just, let’s go and watch the movie with Jubal and Kristen, okay? > I placed my on his gun and pushed it down slowly. I could feel his eyes pierce through my head as I lowered the weapon, and so he put it by his waist, pulling the coat to cover. <Come on big guy. Let go have a relaxing night for once.>
About 20 minutes into a silent walk, OA finally broke the silence. < You look really nice tonight. >
< What do you mean?> I flipped my hair over my shoulder to tease him a bit. < I always look fabulous. >
< Yeah, I believe you.> He paused before speaking again. < You know, you never answer my question for matching jackets.>
I laughed at the memory. < I’ll answer with a maybe. >
< No, what if we got matching dresses and flats? > He grinned at me as I laughed harder. < And earnings. Come on Mags, be serious! >
< I’m trying to be, your the one being stupid! > For the next two minutes, it was peaceful as we watched the arrangement of people, lights and cars go by us. < I could of handled myself back there. >
< No. Your my partner. I’m supposed to have your back. What if you got hurt, or worse? > We stopped by the car walk as the lights turn green and cars speeded away. OA looked at the flashing neon lights across the street purposely avoiding my look.
< But I didn’t. > I touched his shoulder and looked at him reassurly. He glanced at me before looking at the street sign.
< In another world, you did. I was able to stop it here. > He started to walk and I realized that the small LED walking man shone.
I smiled as I saw Jubal and Kristen just a few stores down, standing in front of the cinema. < Hey Kristen! > I shouted and waved.
Kristen paused from her conversation from Jubal and looked around confused.
< Over here! > I waved to her again and Kristen relaxed when she saw me. I sped up and hugged her, hugging Jubal also.
< 9:45 already- time flies fast, huh? > Jubal laughed at his own joke(?). Kristen and I did a synchronized eye roll.
Agent Zidan looked at the movie theater. < So, what are we watching exactly? >
< Didn’t I tell you last night? > Kristen pulled out her phone and scrolled towards the messages, shoving the phone in his chest. < The comedy we we’re supposed to watch- Isn’t It Romantic - sold out. So now we’re heading over to my house to watch something- it’s better than buying something we only have to see once. >
A half n’hour later <Kristen house was only 12 minutes away, but we stopped to pick up Chinese> we arrived at her house and settled comfortably on the couch.
Jubal sat on the two person sofa, Kristen was in the kitchen as OA and I sat on the three piece sofa. She came out with plates and an assortment of sauces. <Ian and Director Dana are on there way- what are you all doing?>
Jubal looked at her questionably. < We’re sitting on your sofa. Unless you want us in the floor, I’m fine with that too. >
< Oh no, we’re going to have a fort. > She grinned evilly at the FBI agents as the doorbell rang.
Handing the food and tableware to me, she rushed over to open the door. < Hi Ian! Hi Director Mosier! >
Kristen stepped aside to let the two in, and the FBI director held up a bag of wine. < I’ve had these with me for a while, so I thought why not use them now? >