Pumped on adrenalin now and bearing better reflexes than before, Jake sought his escape plan perfectly as he raced towards the frames on the wall to arm himself with them. Tossing all he could at Sean from photo frames to mugs lying perfectly on a mini table, to a large tray, he hoped to distract the man just about enough for him to make his run.
Sean wasn’t buying or falling for it and he kicked through everything before slashing his knife straight at Jake and connecting with his face. Jake stumbled backwards, feeling his torn flesh and the copious amount of blood oozing from it, with his eyes reddened and his lips curled into an angry twitch.
“That is the last time you’re going to inflict any more injuries on me!” he swore.
Moving as fast as he could on his toes and slashing back at Sean in quick combination of deceptive punches and knife attempts, he had Sean backed into a corner in the room with their knives clashing and their skins barely inches away from being dealt dangerous cuts. Jake had gotten the upper hand he needed when he swept the unsuspecting Sean off of his feet with a sly kick.
Pinning the large man to the ground as best as he could while his face dripped with sweat, they lock themselves in gaze as Jake whispered, “As much as I hate you, I have bigger fishes to fry in my own life right now”.
Sean struggled and wiggled endlessly underneath Jake’s restraint but couldn’t seem to get up. Jake looked at his escape route once again and motioned to head towards there when the front door opened without warning and the high heeled boots walked into the room. Both with their eyes widened and completely caught off guard, Jake was the first to move out of the way.
Sarah pulled out a magnum from inside her purse and pointed it in his direction, “Well… Well… Well”.
Jake’s stomach twitched immediately as he stared at the lady in red dress looking dangerously beautiful and harmful at the same time. The deadlock gaze on her face was indescribable and her lips continued to twitch on every turn as she steadied herself into position and locked Jake in her shooting range.
Waving his hands high enough for her to see he was without a gun, Jake pleaded, ‘I know how this must look but I can explain… there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this I swear”.
“Shut it!” she commanded him with a smirk before looking at Sean. “I must be blessed… if it isn’t Sean Stein in flesh in my living room”.
Still too perplexed to speak or at least that was what Jake made of Sean’s expression, Jake wondered how she knew about him with some degree of familiarity in the tone with which she spoke.
“Angelina Hammon”, Sean mumbled in a disgusted tone.
Lost and definitely in need of answers, Jake looked from the lady to the man, “You got your facts wrong dude… she is Sarah Connell… same way you’re wrong about me killing your wife!”
Sarah purred and shook her head. “My gullible Jake… what a pity my plans have to get a wrench tossed into it in this way”.
Jake had let his guard down; torn between trying to figure out what portal of madness he had fallen into once again, granting him not enough warning as Sean maneuvered him and hand his arm wrapped around Jake’s throat in choke hold.
“Oh no you don’t!” Sean punched away the knife in Jake’s hand immediately.
Holding his blade to Jake’s throat and trying to adjust so he wouldn’t be in Sarah’s shooting range, Sean tried to fathom every possible scenario things could play out into in his head. Sarah definitely was an excellent shot and she would take it once she had a clean or even half a chance to pull the trigger.
“What exactly is going on in here?” Jake demanded out loud with his windpipe feeling the immense force from Sean’s biceps.
“That right there is a rogue operative of the CIA”, Sean replied. “You know her as Sarah, well I know her too well as Angelia Hammon… my boss’s daughter who went AWOL years ago on one of the biggest infiltration cases yet to be solved by the United States”.
Unable to believe any of the words he had just heard, while his mind tried to understand how things could have gotten so crazy within minutes, Jake stomped his foot into Sean’s and struggled with the man, but the tightened and rather persistent grip wouldn’t let go.
“You seriously need to stop moving or I will slit your fucking throat!” Sean threatened.
Jake called his bluff with a chuckle, “Do that and you’re dead meat… in case you haven’t noticed, gun beats knife”.
The air within the room thinned and the trio remained still for a moment while Sean for reasons unknown to Jake, moved closer to Sarah before shoving his captive in the lady’s direction, causing her to shoot but with a misplaced aim.
“Fuck!” Jake screamed before tackling Sarah to the ground.
Determined to get out while Sarah hurried to get her gun as Sean scrambled out the door, Jake followed him, limping and wincing in pain. Sean punched button for the elevator doors to open, sliding inside immediately but not fast enough to prevent Jake from making his entrance. Jake figured dealing with Sean just got a lot easier than dealing with a rogue CIA operative who had been lying about who she was and was now armed with a gun.
Watching the doors slowly close while a bullet struck the inside wall just an inch to Sean’s face, Jake rested against the wall and slowly slumped to the ground with a wry smile.
“How does it feel to be shot at?” he said.
Still overwhelmed by the incidents that had occurred in the past few minutes, Sean gave no response immediately as he looked at the bullet hole and back
