Tremont Hotel, Room 514, Baltimore, Maryland; Sunday, 6 A.M.
What the hell did she do last night? Or who?
Brigitte woke up feeling fuzzy and sore, but with her clothes still intact, although the ugly blank in her memory hinted at Rohypnol or worse. Cursing, she staggered to her feet, and checked the clock, furious but focused on her job. Just enough time to track down Jeffries. Good. Then she'd backtrack and take out whoever had almost made her miss her target-- Hello?
The CD-ROM on the room desk had her stomach sinking even before she put it into her computer to check it. She opened the note just as her own voice and face on-screen were confessing to two separate murders, with her partner's voice and body obscured to unrecognizability. Goddamn....
BRIGITTE--
GOOD MORNING. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, YOUR LOYALTY NO LONGER BELONGS TO THE CENTRE.
IF YOU COMMIT ANOTHER MURDER, A COPY OF THIS TAPE WILL BE SENT TO THE PROPER AUTHORITIES, WITH THE CENTRE RECEIVING ANOTHER COPY. GOOD LUCK. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO START RUNNING.
Fuck! Right. Never let it be said she didn't know when to quit the game. She had enough socked away to get out of the country. Bimini was nice this time of year. The Centre would be looking for her. Whoever had done this, for whatever reason, would be looking for her. Maybe Tierra del Fuego would be far enough.
You might want to start running.
....maybe not.
[Note by the always-menacing jarodpretends. Rumor has now left the continent.]
Brigitte woke up feeling fuzzy and sore, but with her clothes still intact, although the ugly blank in her memory hinted at Rohypnol or worse. Cursing, she staggered to her feet, and checked the clock, furious but focused on her job. Just enough time to track down Jeffries. Good. Then she'd backtrack and take out whoever had almost made her miss her target-- Hello?
The CD-ROM on the room desk had her stomach sinking even before she put it into her computer to check it. She opened the note just as her own voice and face on-screen were confessing to two separate murders, with her partner's voice and body obscured to unrecognizability. Goddamn....
BRIGITTE--
GOOD MORNING. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, YOUR LOYALTY NO LONGER BELONGS TO THE CENTRE.
IF YOU COMMIT ANOTHER MURDER, A COPY OF THIS TAPE WILL BE SENT TO THE PROPER AUTHORITIES, WITH THE CENTRE RECEIVING ANOTHER COPY. GOOD LUCK. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU.
YOU MIGHT WANT TO START RUNNING.
Fuck! Right. Never let it be said she didn't know when to quit the game. She had enough socked away to get out of the country. Bimini was nice this time of year. The Centre would be looking for her. Whoever had done this, for whatever reason, would be looking for her. Maybe Tierra del Fuego would be far enough.
You might want to start running.
....maybe not.
[Note by the always-menacing jarodpretends. Rumor has now left the continent.]