Something Creative (One-on-One)

“Jared has already left,” he said flatly. “There’s no reason to fight about it now.”

 

“Yeah, well, I feel the same about you,” he said flatly, returning to his computer. “You’re an assassin. Act like it.”

 

“It does mean that you have to kill your targets, though.”

 

“That doesn’t even make any sense, Gabe. I haven’t been working against you.”

 

"I wouldn't be a target," he said flatly. "You're bugging the wrong person, anyway. Jared's already gone to do the attack, so there's no point in annoying me about it."

 

There was no answer.

 

She answered on the last ring, but her voice sounded far away from the phone, and the sound of clatter filled the speaker.

"Gabe!"

Her voice was strangled in fear and it came from a raspy throat, but the other line hung up abruptly.

 

When he got to the apartment, the door was closed.

 

It opened to reveal the apartment in ruins, with a side table having been reduced to splinters, the television shattered, and water from her plants spilled everywhere. Petra was against the wall, and Jared held a knife to her throat, pressing down.

 

Petra fell to the floor, gasping for breath, her hand to her throat.

Jared turned to Gabe, his eyes flashing. He raised the knife before realizing who it was.

"Gabe? What are you doing?"