The plane landed at nearly midnight on the Atlantic Coast. Jack had to wake Sophia up since she slept half the flight. He was amazed she could sleep like that, let alone snore like she did. Of course, he pestered her about it on the cab ride to the office to which she argued only to fuel is "I'm always right" attitude further.
He stepped out of the cab and turned to pay the driver, before looking at Sophia for a moment. "Are you going to be okay on the ride home?"
"I'll be fine, Mr. Canyon," Sophia told him. "Have a good night and don't book any flights until next week."
"You have my word," Jack said as he closed the door, but his face showed a wicked, deceitful smile.
Sophia sighed heavily. If his devilish smile wasn't enough, she knew his word was worthless. He continued to look ahead as the cab went on.
Jack watched the cab get out of sight before turning toward the office and unlocking the door. He had a small feeling of being her guardian since her father wasn't around to do it much anymore. He entered his two story office. The first floor was his travel agency, small museum of his accomplishments, and of course, desks. The rooms were all uni-color. They were neutral tan.
Upstairs was where the living quarters were. He had a nice room all to himself, a living room with television and computer, a small library, a kitchen, as well as a single bathroom.
He sat down in front of his personal computer and logged on to check his email. Jack lowered his head when he noticed he had nothing. He got up slowly when the computer chimed in with "You've got mail." He turned to it and checked again, seeing an email from an unknown user. He furrowed his brow in confusion at the subject line. He opened the message cautiously and began to read it as he sat back into his leather desk chair.
The email read:
Dear Jack Canyon,
Beware.
Regards,
The Disciples of Origin.
Jack was confused by this message. He began typing out a message in reply. "Dear, Disciples of Origin," he spoke aloud as he typed. "Beware of what?" He spaced down with the enter key. Then typed out his name. It was simple, just as the original email had been.
An alert message popped up telling him that that email address didn't exist.
He stared at the screen for a moment or two before trying it again. Still, he received the same error message stating that email didn't exist. He began to search the original email for the address, but saw none. That was even more confounding. "What's going on?"
The phone rang startling Jack, who grabbed it quickly. "Hello?" He heard nothing, so he hung up just as fast as he had picked it up. He checked the caller ID, but it was listed as unknown. In one final attempt to find the number he dialed *69 for information. He stood shocked when he number was spoken to him. It was his own number.
Dropping the phone, Jack slowly backed towards the stairs. The dial tone on the phone could be heard quite loudly throughout the office. As soon as his foot touched the bottom step of the stiarcase, he turned, but met something heavy, which knocked him to the floor. He pushed it off and went for the lights, but was immediately tripped.
Somone was in the room with him. Someone that must've been calling from a different line in the building and sending emails from one of the computers.
Jack rolled to his side to see a shadowy figure coming at him. He kicked them in the gut which made them lurch forward. With a swift punch, his fist contacted with their jaw. Jack spun around on his knee and rose to his feet. He rushed upstairs, but the person pursued. Jack slammed the door in their face, but the masked figure relented in giving up.
The door was pushed and kicked as the person tried to force Jack back.
"What the hell do you want?!" Jack asked as he gritted his teeth. He pushed back on the door as he searched the room for something to brace against it. He tried reached for the chair in the corner, but it was too far. He could touch it with his fingertips, but no way could he grab it and keep the door secure. He had to act fast.
The person began to thrust himself against the door in an attempt to budge it.
Jack wedge his shoe underneath and moved to the chair. He pulled it close and propped it against the door handle, before taking his shoe back and slipping it on. He frantically grabbed his travel bag, which he began stuffing clothes into.
A loud thrashing came from the door, catching Jack's attention. Then it came again and something broke through the door. It was an ax.
"Shit!" Jack exclaimed to himself and turned looking for another exit. He spotted the window and moved to it. Tossing his travel bag at it, the window shattered. He began to step out when he didn't hear the thrashing at the door anymore. He was half way out when he turned to check out what was going on. Jack nearly slipped, but he caught himself, he thought.
The window's threshold gave way, dropping Jack down the steep roof. He still had the bag in hand, which caught the gutter. He grunted as it jerked his shoulder.
Looking at the ground, Jack contemplated the fall. He struggled to get the bag to let off the gutter, but the gutter gave way instead, dropping him to the ground which was about ten feet below. When Jack landed, he rolled, keeping his bag in hand.
The moment he got onto his feet, he was knocked down again by the masked man. Jack still held the bag, so he was fast on his feet to smash it into the person's head.
They seemed disoriented from the knock on the head.
Jack searched for his cellphone and dialed Sophia's number. As soon as he had the number dialed and the phone up to his ear, the man returned to tackled Jack once more. He dropped the phone and his bag.
"Jack?" A feminine voice came from the phone. She could hear him grunting. "Jack, don't call me in the middle of the night making noises as if you're having sex." Then he began choking and struggling for air. "Jack? Jack, are you okay?"
Jack leaned forward from a choke hold and thrust his head back to headbutt the person in the nose. "Sophia!" He yelled finally, hoping to get her attention. He wheezed and fought for breath.
The masked man was up once more, but holding his nose.
Jack was getting tired of this. "What the hell do you want? HUH?!" He grabbed the person by the collar and pulled the close. "What do you want from me? What did I do to get this, hm?"
The person remained silent.
"Tell me what I want to know," Jack demanded. Gunfire echoed through the area, forcing Jack to hit the ground, but the masked man didn't act fast enough. Jack turned to see a black car continue driving down the street. Turning back to the masked man, Jack pulled his mask off, revealing an Arab man. "What the hell is going on?"
Getting up, Jack dusted himself off and sat down on his steps, where he stayed just looking at the man for a moment. He had no idea who the Arab man was or what he wanted.
Sophia arrived to Jack's relief. She watched him get up and walk toward her, but he hit the ground suddenly as more gunfire rang out. "Come on!"
Jack stayed low as he moved to the car and hopped into the metallic silver convertible. "GO, DAMN IT! GO!"
Sophia didn't have to be told twice. She hit the accelerator and sped down the street, but the other car stayed in pursuit. "What did you do this time?"
"I don't know."
"Yeah, right," Sophia replied in disbelief.
"No, seriously," Jack pleaded with her. "I haven't the slightest clue what I did this time."
"Well, someone's awfully pissed to send some kind of hitmen after you," Sophia announced.
"Yes, I've noticed that," Jack said in an annoyed tone.
A bullet whizzed past Sophia's head. Then another hit her windshield.
"I don't like being shot at, Jack Canyon!!!" Sophia yelled swerving her car in and out of traffic.
"Just get me someplace safe!" He told her as he stayed low in the car's passenger seat.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Sophia asked.
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know, shoot back!" She cried.
"Do you still have that," Jack reached into the glove compartment for her .9mm pistol. "Ah, good." He turned and fired a few rounds at the black car. He looked at Sophia who had been jerking the car left and right. "Could you keep it steady?"
She simply glared at him.
"Eyes on the road! Eyes. on. the. road!" Jack barked.
A bullet hit the car tire and it swerved out of control. Sophia couldn't hold it and it hit the curve and flipped. Both Jack and Sophia were tossed from the car.
The black car slowed down and watched the convertible flip multiple times until it landed on its top. It sped off when there were no signs of life.
To Be Continued. . .
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