versus: Doctor Christopher Blank
was always an unsual girl.
For all the time we had been together, I knew who she was, what she did,and at the same time did not know her at all.
She was the naughty one, playing around with my mind, calling out my name with her mischievous smile concealing her vital little secret.
I knew hers, but she did not know mine. But things were fine. Her secret is safe with me.
We used to be wet cats in the rain; two wounded souls seeking safety in each other, offering brittle santuary even though every seconds spent together brought us nowhere nearer to salvation and closer to destruction.
Shivering, longing, thirsting,
gasping for life.
Charlie and Alice used to be all she and I had.
...Perhaps I was the one that craved more.
Yearning for more than Alice.
In the cold night
I really, really wanted to know you.
And that wasn't what you really wanted.
Away alice ran, with me lay watching on the bed at her gunpoint as she dressed up
Government's secret agents weren't suppose to have feelings for folks on the opposite side.
That was the manner I did not comply.
But that was love and it happened and passed.
Flora Gracia Ledger
It gets more difficult figuring out how to get to her, who she is, what she does, who she's working for.
And I was again a fool for letting the criminal slip away for the second time we met.
Further apart we are. The order was given for me to stay out of matters involving Ledger ... but I didn't really stopped looking.
Her affiliation could lead to MI6 to what it has been looking for, despite any personal matter I might have in mind.
Only evidence that might lead to Ledger is the man who came with her on her last arrival to London.
Figured out his profile and we got Reginald Osbourne. 30. British-Australian.
After parting with Ledger, Osbourne went with another man known later as Doctor Christopher Blank.
Osbourne's family could not locate him. Ledger was nowhere to be found. And Doctor Blank, after we made contact with his father's hospital, was reported to have departed to France, where Flora last said she was working in.
To look for Osbourne...I could tell from the start this would be another boring task, just like the last mission.
Getting to the Doctor was easy. The hard part was trusting him.
The man was sitting in wait at a coffee shop in France. I walked right to him and, without any verbal diarrhoea, passed Osbourne's photograhp to the man who initially had a blank expression on his face.
Looking right at Blank, asking the question already answered, observing the man.
'Do you know the man in this picture, Doctor?'
Eyes widened, his breathing halted for a moment, and the Doctor's expression was no longer blank.
I knew I had the right answer.
The Doctor was trying to act normal as he took a sip from his hot coffee while staring me in the eye, asking what business I might have with the man before he could give away any information.
A boring answer I've given to different folks many times before while posing as a police inspector. We have his number, Sir, just that it's useless . . . (lower my voice) . . . Mr. blah blah (In this case, Osbourne) is suspected of having an affiliation with a transnational terrorrist. There, the Doctor's eyes widened in a manner of awestruck again.
Impossible, he said.
'He works as a make nurse at the bearby hospital. Do you want me to take you to him?'
Finally some cooperation. Jolly good.
'Maybe this is just a misunderstanding...'
I hope not, Doctor Blank.
But I do hope you are not playing tricks on me.
However, it didn't take long after I followed Doctor Blank to that hospital to know for sure he was delaying me. Osbourne was never there right from the start.
The next thing, he ran, and I follow.
Blank was smart. I didn't feel the comfort of waving my gun firing it in the tight place crowded with sick elderlies, screaming kids and panic nurses.
Dang, I could miss and kill some innocent.
Blank knew his way well through the place as he was a doctor, but so did I as a part-time patient from brutal missions. Chased through the building, he slipped my sight for a sec before I circle him up in a drug storage room.
My hands were hit hard with a medical pole, causing the gun to fell of my grasp. I hit him in the stomache with my knee and landed my knuckles on his jaws.
I kicked, hit, pummelled.
I had the advantage of a skilled fighter.
Osbourne's whereabout would be squeezed out of Blank in no time and I would know where Ledger is and what she's up to and...
I felt a sharp object penetrated my neck, followed by a rough injection of liquid.
Some sort of strong chemical sent dizziness running through my senses.
Doctor Blank broke free of my headlock, and I became his prey.
No more blank expression on his face, just vicious.
Grabbed my head.
Beat it to the ground.
Again. And again. I lost my count.