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The Truth about Lies (closed)
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"Whatever it takes, I want this bitch taken down by any means necessary. Do what you have to do."
John Reese parked the limo in front of the DA's office and adjusted his hat as he scanned the people crowding around the sidewalk. There were no obvious threats, but it was difficult to tell in such a high-stress environment. He stepped onto the sidewalk and kept an eye out for the latest 'client.' He clasped his hands in front of himself and waited.
His training made it easy for him to blend, made it easy to pretend he was just another person on the street. He straightened his shoulders and looked straight ahead, still aware of everyone around him and ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
Amber Lewis appeared precisely on schedule. She looked at him and he smiled. "Ms. Lewis? I'm John. The company sent me."
There was a moment of hesitation on her face. The wind blew her hair into her eyes and she swept it aside as Reese opened the door for her.
"Don't worry. I'll get you where you need to be."
John Reese parked the limo in front of the DA's office and adjusted his hat as he scanned the people crowding around the sidewalk. There were no obvious threats, but it was difficult to tell in such a high-stress environment. He stepped onto the sidewalk and kept an eye out for the latest 'client.' He clasped his hands in front of himself and waited.
His training made it easy for him to blend, made it easy to pretend he was just another person on the street. He straightened his shoulders and looked straight ahead, still aware of everyone around him and ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
Amber Lewis appeared precisely on schedule. She looked at him and he smiled. "Ms. Lewis? I'm John. The company sent me."
There was a moment of hesitation on her face. The wind blew her hair into her eyes and she swept it aside as Reese opened the door for her.
"Don't worry. I'll get you where you need to be."
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Reese noticed Amber's expression freezing when she saw who had called her name. Her eyes became downright hostile during their brief conversation. She crossed her arms over her chest, a subtle defensive posture, and Reese shifted his weight to the balls of his feet in anticipation of an attack. Amber didn't notice when he opened the car door to give her an escape route, but Palermo did. Amber handled the man beautifully and got into the car, and Palermo tried to follow her.
As soon as Palermo was on the seat, Reese reached into th car and grabbed the collar of his expensive suit. He twisted at the waist as he pulled, hauling Palermo out of the car. The man sputtered and spit in shock and anger, but Reese remained calm.
"I don't recall the lady inviting to give you a ride. I'd be happy to give you a lift to your destination, but it's up to her... not you." He looked into the car. "Miss Lewis?"
As soon as Palermo was on the seat, Reese reached into th car and grabbed the collar of his expensive suit. He twisted at the waist as he pulled, hauling Palermo out of the car. The man sputtered and spit in shock and anger, but Reese remained calm.
"I don't recall the lady inviting to give you a ride. I'd be happy to give you a lift to your destination, but it's up to her... not you." He looked into the car. "Miss Lewis?"
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Reese waits until Palermo has dusted himself off and made his way down the sidewalk before he walks around the back of the car. Finch speaks in his ear: "Nice way to make an enemy for Miss Lewis, Mr. Reese." Reese replies without moving his lips: "Lady has enough enemies. They should know she has someone in her corner."
He got behind the wheel and Miss Lewis said, "Sorry you had to see that... this job isn't as pretty as they make it on TV... And thank you for what you did back there but next time, you don't have to do anything. I don't want to get you into any trouble with anyone...."
Reese met her eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm here to make sure nothing happens to you, Miss Lewis. I'll only get in trouble if I don't do that." He smiles reassuringly. "As long as I'm here, you don't have to worry about anything." He didn't need to ask the next question, since he knew her schedule and he'd looked at her datebook when he cloned her phone, but she would be freaked out if he didn't ask. "So... where to?"
He got behind the wheel and Miss Lewis said, "Sorry you had to see that... this job isn't as pretty as they make it on TV... And thank you for what you did back there but next time, you don't have to do anything. I don't want to get you into any trouble with anyone...."
Reese met her eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm here to make sure nothing happens to you, Miss Lewis. I'll only get in trouble if I don't do that." He smiles reassuringly. "As long as I'm here, you don't have to worry about anything." He didn't need to ask the next question, since he knew her schedule and he'd looked at her datebook when he cloned her phone, but she would be freaked out if he didn't ask. "So... where to?"
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Reese listened to her give the address, even though it was unnecessary. She liked to end her day at the office, so he was already heading in that direction. He could tell she was anxious and trying desperately not to show it. He'd seen her in court and knew she was a great lawyer. She would have made a great actress, too.
When he took the next turn, he noticed the black sedan two car-lengths back making the same turn. The windows were tinted so he couldn't see their occupants, but they were good if he'd gone this long without seeing them. He sped up a little and noticed Amber tense slightly.
Telling her not to worry didn't seem to alleviate her anxiety, so he took another tact. "It's all right, Miss Lewis. The service told me what was going on, so they sent me. I can handle anything that comes up, but you might have to trust me." The car behind them sped up to match his speed, not caring if they were seen now. That was a bad sign.
"And buckle up."
He jammed the gas pedal down and the car surged forward. He whipped onto the next turn, ignoring her yelp of surprise and fear as they took the corner amid a shriek of car horns.
When he took the next turn, he noticed the black sedan two car-lengths back making the same turn. The windows were tinted so he couldn't see their occupants, but they were good if he'd gone this long without seeing them. He sped up a little and noticed Amber tense slightly.
Telling her not to worry didn't seem to alleviate her anxiety, so he took another tact. "It's all right, Miss Lewis. The service told me what was going on, so they sent me. I can handle anything that comes up, but you might have to trust me." The car behind them sped up to match his speed, not caring if they were seen now. That was a bad sign.
"And buckle up."
He jammed the gas pedal down and the car surged forward. He whipped onto the next turn, ignoring her yelp of surprise and fear as they took the corner amid a shriek of car horns.
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"Is everything all right, Mr. Reese?"
Finch's voice was eerily calm, although he imagined it was easy to be calm sitting in a library and watching numbers scroll by on a computer screen. "I hit a little traffic." He looked back to make sure Amber had ducked below window level as the first shots were fired. He stayed focused on his task; there was no sense in getting angry. Angry people make mistakes. Instead he looked for alternate exits, ways out of their current predicament.
There was a one-way street between buildings blocked off by sawhorses and orange webbing. "Keep your head down, Ms. Lewis. I'm just taking a detour." Reese waited until he was almost even with the construction materials before he wrenched the wheel to the side and crashed through it. Amber screamed, and a bullet shattered the back window.
He slammed on the brakes and was out of the car almost the second it stopped moving. He pulled open the back door and grabbed Amber, hauling her out of the car as gently as possible (which, he admitted, wasn't very gentle at all). "I'm going to need you to duck down in this doorway. Don't look out, okay?"
He didn't wait for her answer. He put her on the concrete step where she would be protected and pulled the gun from under his jacket. The pursuing car screeched to a stop and blocked the entrance to the street. The windows were down and two guns appeared. Reese took aim at the men behind the guns and opened fire.
They each had a chance to make one shot before Reese's bullets hit their marks. He fired twice more into the shadows of the car in case their passengers were thinking about pursuing. He retrieved Amber and hustled her down the alley.
"You're bleeding," she said. He looked down and saw his right bicep had been grazed by a bullet. He noticed that broken glass from the car had cut her neck and arms.
"We're a matching set," he said. "Come on. We need to get to safety. Finch, I need a lookout."
"The building to your north is currently under construction, which is being held up waiting for permits. You should be undisturbed there."
Reese checked the first door he came to and found it unlocked. "Ah. My lucky day." He ushered Amber inside, looked back toward the other car, and followed her inside. He blocked the door and turned to see Amber staring at him like he was a monster.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm the man who just saved your life. We need to be on the top floor." He didn't bother making her come with him. If she wanted to live, she would follow.
Finch's voice was eerily calm, although he imagined it was easy to be calm sitting in a library and watching numbers scroll by on a computer screen. "I hit a little traffic." He looked back to make sure Amber had ducked below window level as the first shots were fired. He stayed focused on his task; there was no sense in getting angry. Angry people make mistakes. Instead he looked for alternate exits, ways out of their current predicament.
There was a one-way street between buildings blocked off by sawhorses and orange webbing. "Keep your head down, Ms. Lewis. I'm just taking a detour." Reese waited until he was almost even with the construction materials before he wrenched the wheel to the side and crashed through it. Amber screamed, and a bullet shattered the back window.
He slammed on the brakes and was out of the car almost the second it stopped moving. He pulled open the back door and grabbed Amber, hauling her out of the car as gently as possible (which, he admitted, wasn't very gentle at all). "I'm going to need you to duck down in this doorway. Don't look out, okay?"
He didn't wait for her answer. He put her on the concrete step where she would be protected and pulled the gun from under his jacket. The pursuing car screeched to a stop and blocked the entrance to the street. The windows were down and two guns appeared. Reese took aim at the men behind the guns and opened fire.
They each had a chance to make one shot before Reese's bullets hit their marks. He fired twice more into the shadows of the car in case their passengers were thinking about pursuing. He retrieved Amber and hustled her down the alley.
"You're bleeding," she said. He looked down and saw his right bicep had been grazed by a bullet. He noticed that broken glass from the car had cut her neck and arms.
"We're a matching set," he said. "Come on. We need to get to safety. Finch, I need a lookout."
"The building to your north is currently under construction, which is being held up waiting for permits. You should be undisturbed there."
Reese checked the first door he came to and found it unlocked. "Ah. My lucky day." He ushered Amber inside, looked back toward the other car, and followed her inside. He blocked the door and turned to see Amber staring at him like he was a monster.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm the man who just saved your life. We need to be on the top floor." He didn't bother making her come with him. If she wanted to live, she would follow.
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"You're hurt!"
"I'll be fine. Don't move." He kept his gun drawn as he moved away from where she was standing to complete a circuit of the top floor.
"The police are on their way, Mr. Reese. They'll take care of your pursuers for the time being."
The office was still mostly furnished despite being unoccupied, and he found a stocked First Aid kit in the break room. It really was his lucky day. The only two entrances were the stairs and the elevator that was currently out of work. Reese ignored Amber's questions for the moment and guided her into the office he considered the most defensible. He took her inside and pulled a chair close to the door so he could keep an eye on the stairs in case some of the bad guys decided to chase them instead of running from the cops.
He held up the First Aid kit to make sure Amber saw it. "Want me to take a look at those cuts? I'd hate to save you from gunmen just for you to get an infection."
"I'll be fine. Don't move." He kept his gun drawn as he moved away from where she was standing to complete a circuit of the top floor.
"The police are on their way, Mr. Reese. They'll take care of your pursuers for the time being."
The office was still mostly furnished despite being unoccupied, and he found a stocked First Aid kit in the break room. It really was his lucky day. The only two entrances were the stairs and the elevator that was currently out of work. Reese ignored Amber's questions for the moment and guided her into the office he considered the most defensible. He took her inside and pulled a chair close to the door so he could keep an eye on the stairs in case some of the bad guys decided to chase them instead of running from the cops.
He held up the First Aid kit to make sure Amber saw it. "Want me to take a look at those cuts? I'd hate to save you from gunmen just for you to get an infection."
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Reese smiled when he heard her accent. He gently applied a bandage to one of her cuts. "Don't worry about me. I'm pretty good at cleaning myself up after a scrape. You just worry about you." He looked around the office. "We don't have much in the way of supplies here, so it's not viable as a long-term hiding place. We'll stay just long enough to make sure the guys following you have given up."
He touched her chin and turned her head to make her look at him. Her eyes met his, and he was momentarily distracted by them. Damn it, John, you're trained better than that, he told himself. He looked for any wounds he'd missed and cleared his throat.
"There you go. Good as new... or as close as I can get right now." He stood up and picked up the First Aid kit. "Keep an eye on that door. If you see anything, a person or just a shadow that moves when it shouldn't, tell me. I'm going to take care of my wound."
She nodded, probably not trusting herself to speak, and he walked to the counter. He laid out the gauze and disinfectant. "Finch, I'm going to request a little radio silence for now. She's jumpy enough without a savior who keeps talking to himself."
Understood, Mr. Reese. I'll let you know when the coast is clear.
"I appreciate it." He looked at the wound and considered cutting away the sleeve to tend to his injury. The cutting would be awkward with just one hand, and it wasn't like he had a spare shirt. He looked back and saw Amber was watching the stairwell door as requested, so he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders leaving him bare-chested. First-aid was no time to be shy. He draped the shirt over the counter and began to clean his wound.
He touched her chin and turned her head to make her look at him. Her eyes met his, and he was momentarily distracted by them. Damn it, John, you're trained better than that, he told himself. He looked for any wounds he'd missed and cleared his throat.
"There you go. Good as new... or as close as I can get right now." He stood up and picked up the First Aid kit. "Keep an eye on that door. If you see anything, a person or just a shadow that moves when it shouldn't, tell me. I'm going to take care of my wound."
She nodded, probably not trusting herself to speak, and he walked to the counter. He laid out the gauze and disinfectant. "Finch, I'm going to request a little radio silence for now. She's jumpy enough without a savior who keeps talking to himself."
Understood, Mr. Reese. I'll let you know when the coast is clear.
"I appreciate it." He looked at the wound and considered cutting away the sleeve to tend to his injury. The cutting would be awkward with just one hand, and it wasn't like he had a spare shirt. He looked back and saw Amber was watching the stairwell door as requested, so he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders leaving him bare-chested. First-aid was no time to be shy. He draped the shirt over the counter and began to clean his wound.
