Jake tilted his head to the side, almost as though he is in demand for further explanation. “What exactly is going on? What happened last night over at Sarah Connell’s house?”
Sean remained mute and unresponsive. He clenched his fists nervously and rubbed his temple as he passed out audible sighs indicating how stressed he was intermittently. Jake needed answers but couldn’t piece through anything other than the fact that the man somehow knew Sarah and they had a history of some sorts.
“The woman you know as Sarah is actually Angelina Hammon”, Sean finally began. “She is the daughter to the current Director of Operations for the CIA and a former formidable Agent so revered she was on course to become the finest ever produced”.
Jake winced and slowly got up from his seat. He limped over to the window and got within few feet to Sean who had streams of tears waddling down his cheeks as he tried to summon courage to continue with his explanation on the cause of events.
“What happened to Sarah… sorry, Angelina?” Jake asked
Sean paused and bore what appeared to be some show of guilt on his face. He rubbed his chin and turned back around to let out a disturbing laugh with his arms in the air and his face looking into the ceiling. He was stalling for some reason and Jake could see this.
“What did you do?” Jake demanded to know. “I need you to tell me everything you know about this woman because she has gone out of her way to frame me for a murder I did not commit!”
Sean turned around with a thick frown immediately, “But you did commit the others! You killed all those prostitutes! What kind of depraved psycho are you!?”
Jake wasn’t going to allow a man who couldn’t even own up to his mistakes lecture him on morality. Clenching his fist into a ball, he swung hard and connected just as intended with Sean’s face, sending him sprawling backwards. Sean wiped off the blood seeping out from the tiny cut where the punch had connected before shaking his head.
“I have no business with you now that I’m sure you might not have killed Susan, but don’t tempt me or I might break your fucking legs!”
Jake called his bluff by mocking him with a laugh. Turning his back to the window and staring at Sean in hopes he would some way get to explain what exactly was going on, Jake stood akimbo and waved for the man to continue his story but Sean seemed to hold some degree of fright in his eyes.
“Get down!” he yelled, lunging towards Jake and managing to pull him to the ground immediately.
Jake had barely struck the pavement when the RPG struck the window and came rushing through the living room before hammering hard into the opposite wall and exploding. Fumes filled the air immediately and both men felt their hearing go numb. Sean rolled on his back and coughed aloud while he couldn’t hear Jake moving or groaning in pain as he ought to.
“Jake!” he called out through the smoke-filled air and chaos.
Jake took a moment to respond but he finally did with a loud cough and sudden gasp for air.
“Get up Jake!” Sean commanded. “Get up now!”
Jake struggled to gain his orientation as he coughed some more and tried to get enough air into his lungs but ended up swallowing more smoke from the explosion. His brain still had not wrapped itself around the fact they were being hunted. He had seen nobody yet but Sean wasn’t in the mood to remain on the ground while whoever was after them would come finish them off.
“We cannot remain here”, Sean said again before managing to connect his hand with Jake and slowly help him to his feet.
Jake nodded, as it was all he could do, while his wound felt like a thousand needle had been prodded inside it. The pain became even more unbearable with each limp before someone kicked the barely standing door and made their way in.
“Bitch!” Sean sounded in angry tone.
Jake turned slowly to look through the smoke which still did enough to obstruct his vision. “Who is it?”
Sean gave no response but dashed ahead and disappeared through the cloud of smoke. Jake limped closer, struggling to make good strides before hearing the groans and sounds indicating a fight had commenced. It didn’t take long, through the clearing smoke, for him to see Sarah otherwise known as Angelina in duel with Sean.
Abnormally fast and with stunning reflexes, she was making a fool of the man whose age obviously had dulled his moves, while his bulky frame also meant he was no match for her guile unless he got close enough to hurt her. Sarah kept him at arm’s length, effectively using her legs to hammer on her assault with some few punches intertwined.
“Jake run!” Sean ordered, before hurrying ahead and ramming his weight into Sarah the best way he could.
She flipped to her side, ran against the wall behind her without looking at it, and flipped over Sean, causing him to crash his head into the brick as she landed just a few feet from Jake. Knowing he was no match for her as evident by what he had just seen her do to Sean, Jake had a choice but he had the feeling he wasn’t about being granted the opportunity to make it.
“I want you to believe me when I tell you that I bear no hard feeling towards you”, Sarah said casually and almost believably had she not jammed her foot into his stomach immediately.
Sending Jake flying backwards and tumbling over the center table, he struggled to get on his knee but felt his wound rip apart its stitches and cause him to begin bleeding again.
Infuriated and groaning as he got to his feet, Jake spoke, ‘It is bad enough having you mess with my house and my life, but I’ve got news for you girl…
