Price of a Bounty

-Keira-

A Job Gone Wrong



It was nearly midnight when I walked upstairs from the servants’ quarters. Gaining access to the house had been fun. The butler liked to play drinking games at a local pub on his night off. I’d won, of course. He was having so much fun that I doubted he even realized he’d brought me home. At least he remembered the passcode to get back into the manor. I smiled. Guy would be pleased that I hadn’t been hired to kill.

Silently, I moved through the kitchen and down a dark hallway. The moon offered the only light. Even so, I had no difficulty finding the office on the first floor. But what’s this? An unexpected silhouette cast a shadow against the far wall. The safe was open and the person appeared to be writing something in a notebook.

Without a sound, I crept inside the room and lowered myself against the wall. I needed a minute to think. Who else wanted those codes? There weren’t too many companies in the line of security. Had someone else also hired a Freelancer? What were the chances? What are my options? I could just wait and then retrieve the codes for my client too.

When the shadow closed and locked the safe, I got a good look at it. Damn, it’s one of the high techno kinds. I don’t think I’ll be able to crack it.

The shadow turned toward the door. From this angle, I could see that she was a young woman. Chances were good that she had the codes I needed. I would have to follow her and…

She reached the door and was just about to step into the hall when she hesitated. Then she turned and looked directly at me. I stood. We studied each other for a moment.

“You’re good,” she said. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“So, what are we going to do about this?” I asked. “Are you willing to share?”

“Well, we don’t want to draw any attention.”

“I agree.”

“But I can’t let you take anything.”

“Why not?” I looked at the papers in her hand. “You did.”

“If we leave quietly now, no one will know that anything was stolen. That’s the way it needs to be.”

“I believe we’ve come for the same thing. What would be the harm in both of our clients gaining access to the codes?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think my client would like that.”

“He wouldn’t need to know, and we’d both get paid.”

She began to move, to circle around me. I moved with her, keeping her in front.

“Who hired you?” she asked.

“Who hired you?” I responded in kind.

Suddenly, she stopped. I realized a fraction of a second too late that I’d been played.

A meaty hand clamped onto my wrist, spun my arm behind me and put me in a neck hold. Just. Like. That. It was embarrassing.

I was dragged down the hall and outside. I wondered why the alarm didn’t go off, and then realized they must have disabled it. Two blocks later, we stopped, and I was shoved into the backseat of a car, a car I recognized instantly.

I snorted. “I’ll drive.” I turned my head toward the man and the woman. “No names,” I suggested.

Eberhardt nodded and surprisingly, let me drive. The woman deferred to his judgment.

“Where to?” I asked.

“You can drop me off at A Shot in the Dark,” she said. “Do you know where it is?”

I nodded and started the car. I put it into gear and gently pulled away from the curb. My mind was reeling, but my business in this matter was with Guy, not with the girl.

After we dropped her off, Eberhardt turned on me. “What the hell were you doing back there?”

“The same thing you were, apparently.”

“But why? You work for the Resistance now.”

I turned my head away from the road and stared at him just long enough to make my point. “Work for the Resistance? What work have I been given to do exactly? It’s not like I haven’t asked! I need to keep my skills sharp. I need to keep in practice. What would you have me do?”

“Train with me,” he suggested.

“What?”

“I know what you’re going through. Do you think I just sit around in the car all day?”

I shook my head, surprised at his outburst.

“I get it. You’re bored. You want to be where the action is. So come train with us.”

“Us?”

“Yes, the other Raiders and me. We practice regularly, to keep our skills sharp.”

I pulled into the garage beneath Guy’s apartment and stopped the car. Then I turned to face Eberhardt completely.

“What about keeping everyone’s identity a secret?”

“Yes, that’s important too, but it’s also important to practice working together. Remember what I said about backup?”

I nodded.

“We practice in small groups,” he continued. “None of the Raiders know all of the other Raiders, and most of them have never met Guy, but we do form networks. To start, you can work with me and the girl you met tonight.”

“Thanks, I guess. I might just take you up on that. But…”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“I should have. It’s just…Guy didn’t want it that way. I’ve got your back now though.” He exited the car, and then walked around to open the door for me.

What a strange thing for him to say. I thought he already had my back.

We entered the apartment, and Eberhardt dropped into the first chair he came to. Guy was on the couch. He put down his book when he saw me.

“Keira! I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” He started to stand, but I pushed him back down. Then I sat on his knee and put my arms around his shoulders.

“Guy, what were you thinking?” I asked sweetly.

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you send me in tonight?”

He sighed. “Keira, it wasn’t the right job for you. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I care about you.”

“Wrong answer!”

“What? It’s wrong for me to care about you?”

“Don’t try to change the subject. If you cared about me, you would have sent me in tonight. I’ve been asking for a chance like this for weeks now!”

“Well, it’s not like I sent another woman in.”

“Whoa! Wrong again!”

Guy hesitated and looked at Eberhardt. “Is there something you neglected to tell me about Ricardo?”

Eberhardt finally spoke up. “Guy, everyone knows you don’t like to send in the girls.”

“I didn’t know that,” I muttered.

“And some of these girls are really good at what they do.”

“But I second that! Guy, you really need to give me some challenging work, or I’ll find work elsewhere. Speaking of which,” I looked at Eberhardt, “I’ll need a copy of those codes.”

Guy pushed me off his lap, and I landed on the cushion next to him. “Keira, what did you do?”

“I took a job from someone who trusted me to do it right.” My tone was like ice. “He’s getting the codes.”

“Do you have any idea what those codes are for?”

“Security protocol.”

“And how does your client plan to use that information?”

“He works for CalTech. He wants to move up. That’s all. How do you plan to use the information?”

“It will give us Intel into the security systems that Cybonautics uses.”

I shrugged. That didn’t mean much to me, although I recognized the name from the business card Brody had given me.

“It’s the firm in charge of security at the major airports. Having access to these codes means the Resistance can assure safer passage for our members, including Scott, including April, and…”

“And what?”

“I thought I was right about you.” Guy shook his head, stood and walked to the window. I sat in stunned silence.





-Guy-

Trust



Eberhardt moved to join me at the window. He placed his hand on my shoulder and spoke quietly so Keira wouldn’t hear. “Does my opinion mean anything to you?”

I nodded.

“You were right about Keira, but your feelings for her are clouding your judgment. If you’re not careful, you’ll lose her. I suggest you try getting even closer. Trust her with more.” He left then.

I continued to stare at the night sky. The latch clicked as Eberhardt let himself out. It wasn’t a new thought. I’d considered trusting Keira with more, but after this… Was it really my doing, or more accurately my inaction, that had driven her to take another job? I took a deep breath as I thought about that and made my decision.

I turned, but Keira was no longer on the sofa. I sensed movement as the front door closed without a sound. My heart jumped to my throat. Not again! I wrenched open the door. She was already partway down the hall and gaining speed.

“Wait!” I called, and Keira froze. “Don’t go. Please don’t.”

She turned and looked at me. Her black clothing almost allowed her to disappear into the darkness of the hallway. Almost, but not quite. Her eyes glistened.

“Don’t run away again. Please don’t go down that road. Can’t we talk?”

Cautiously, she approached me, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Keira, I was right about you. I’m sorry I said otherwise. Please come back inside. There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

She followed me in and walked to the window. I stood beside her but not too close.

“What I really meant to say before was that the job tonight…there’s another reason I didn’t want you in on that. It’s a gift for you – a way for you to be able to visit April in Parisio.”

She turned her gaze to the stars. I couldn’t quite read her, so I simply waited.

She didn’t look at me when she spoke. “May I have the codes for my client? I don’t like to break contracts, even verbal ones. It’s not good for my reputation, and I don’t think it would mess up your plans.”

“It could.”

“How so?” She turned to look at me.

“Cybonautics may discover that another company has learned their trade secrets. It could ruin them.”

“So CalTech would be in the lead. Would that really change anything for us? Couldn’t it even help? Best case scenario, we form a partnership with CalTech. I could, anyway, especially if I help my client get to the top. Or, think about this. Let’s say Cybonautics retains their contracts with the airlines. If people are caught sneaking through security or messing with the codes, we could make sure that blame is placed on CalTech and divert attention away from the Resistance.”

“I don’t know. Your ideas involve a lot of unknowns.”

“Life involves a lot of unknowns.”

“Let me think about it.”

She nodded. “All right. May I stay here tonight?”

“Why? So you can sneak out of bed in the middle of the night to record the codes?” What was I doing?

“No!” She looked hurt. “Is that why we always stay over at my apartment? Because you think I’ll poke around through your things?”

“You did when we first met.”

“I didn’t know you then – you were just a mark.” She stepped away from me. “I thought you trusted me.”

I took Eberhardt’s advice and stepped toward her, closing the gap between us. “I do, but I need you to make me a promise.”

She looked at me warily.

“Can you promise you won’t run from me again? Promise me, if you decide to leave, you’ll tell me you’re going and tell me why.”

She hesitated, and then sighed. “Okay, I promise.”

I held out my hand. “Will you come with me?”

I had made my decision. I led her to the desk and opened a secret compartment in the top left hand drawer. I retrieved a key on a short chain and lifted it so that it dangled in the space between us.

“You’re welcome to stop by anytime, at any hour. Will you be my partner in the Resistance?

She reached out her right hand, palm up, and I placed the key in it. Her fingers curled shut.

I didn’t lock up the security codes that night. Instead I put them in the secret compartment. Then I turned to Keira. “Shall we retire for the night? It’s been a long day.”

She nodded and went into the bedroom. I followed her and watched as she removed her jacket, shoes and pants. Black lace underwear – I’d expected as much. She left on her t-shirt and climbed under the covers.

I removed my clothes down to my boxers, and climbed into bed beside her. I laid down on my side with my head propped on my hand. I wanted to take her in my arms, but I was hesitant to press her after she’d so nearly fled. That brought some other questions to mind – questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answered, yet still felt a driving need to ask.

“Keira, when you run, where do you go?”

“Somewhere familiar, somewhere safe.”

“But who do you stay with?”

She turned to look at me. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

“Not specifics, I guess, but I want to understand you.”

She hesitated, and then let out a breath. “There’s a man, a man I know won’t hurt me. He allows women to stay with him, for a fee.”

She studied my face. I tried to mask jealousy with a calm passive look.

“Do you trust him?”

“I trust him to keep me hidden when that’s what I need.”

“Does he love you?”

“No.”

“Do you love him?”

“No,” she said, without hesitation.

I nodded. I’d heard enough. I turned off the bedside lamp. There was a sick feeling in my stomach, but I had asked, and she had responded with the truth. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Keira rolled over, and I reached out to hold her. She shifted back into my arms.

I couldn’t sleep. I thought about my recent decisions and how they would impact my life. Without realizing it, I began to gently stroke Keira’s arm, so I was a bit surprised when she turned toward me and responded completely and without inhibition. As she settled onto me, I heard a sigh in the darkness as well as something I’d never heard from her before.

“I love you, Guy.”