Closer Than You Know

One: James

There she stood. Hands shaking, but eyes still as a stone locked on her target. She held a gun in one hand and played with the bottom of her shirt with the other.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself silently.

Her target; a young man with blonde hair looked up at her. "You're holding a gun to my head. Which is pretty stupid, because if you would lower that hunk of metal, you would be off scott-free."

She looked down at him and thought of considering it for a moment. "And what if I don't?" she asked, pushing her freedom chances inch by inch.

"Well, it depends. If you shoot me, then I'm not here to tell. But if you don't and hold that gun a few minutes longer, you will be ratted to the whole city." This man seemed to have a lot of bravery.

"How many more minutes do I have to hold this gun to your head before I'm ratted out?" she asked.

"One," he answered with a deadly tone in his deep voice.

She bit her lower lip and looked at the ground. Inhaled sharply and took her gun down about an inch. Looked at the young man and lowered it another inch. Then finally exhaled sharply and lowered it to the ground.

"Smart," he said with sincerity in his voice.

The woman turned around and shoved the gun back into its holster and started to walk away. Before she got three steps the man hollered behind her.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Without thinking of the slightest possibilities that she could be caught, without turning around she answered, "Kate."

"James." He answered.

And with those last words, the woman called Kate disappeared into the bushes.

-

Kate didn't go home until the next day. She stayed out that night, she didn't know why; there was just this instinct that told her to.

As soon as she walked into her hotel room she saw her husband sitting in a chair by the window.

"Hey," she said, knowing there was something wrong by his facial expression.

He turned over to her and looked into his eyes. All she saw was "sorry" written all over it.

Before she could say anything, the cops busted into the room with their guns raised. "Police!" they shouted in a very deep weird voice. They grabbed Kate and held her back.

"What are you doing?" she asked as they took her hands behind her back.

"You're under arrest." The police said, he wrapped the cuffs around her wrist and started to walk her out.

She looked back at her husband with a sad/angry face. And she mouthed 'how could you?'

He turned away and looked out the window with one hand holding up his head.

She wouldn't just let him get away with this. She needed pay back, and she did get payback...

... To be continued