"Where's Jeremy?"

Anthony sighed as though he was expecting her. "He was buried. I'm a man of my words. "

She took the receptionist's phone from her ear. You're a son of a bitch, that's what you are.

She took a breath and continued, "Well I'm suppose to get three people. "

"Lana-"

"Yes. I don't like him but I couldn't get who I wanted so I'll have to make do. "

He sighed again. "Come on up. "

So daddy dearest was alive. That was one piece of information her mother did not need to know.

She didn't bring a gun because everyone was checked before they went up, of course.

They had a security team that patted you down, metal dectors and an x-ray if they needed to be sure. The whole shebang.

But she knew what floor the bodyguards were on, knew that the guard outside in the hallway wouldn't object to her there.

She didn't have to wait long. A young, fresh faced one that looked like it was his first day on the job came into the bathroom, alone thankfully.

After a shot of sedative, she was able to drag him to an empty room, comfortably settled him under a table and greet the guard on her way out.

Anthony was standing, looking out the window when she entered. "Lana, I know you just want to make trouble the only way you can-"

The gun in his his face as he turned around interrupted him.

He paused. Then grinned. The asshole must have had guns pointed at him before.

He strolled toward her with his hands in his pockets. And away from his table where his panic button was.

Arrogant fool. She had shot better people.

"If you kill me, there is no two ways about it; you are going to die. As well as your family. "

"Oh, I know," Lana replied with such conviction the grin fell off his face. "but it's been two hours since I last saw them and even I don't know where they are. You can't find them. More so if you're dead. "

She shot his left leg.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, face and pants reddening as he clutched at it.

"And, you see, I really couldn't care less what happened to me."

She shot his right.

He went down howling, bleeding and with tears shinning in this eye. "Stings, doesn't it?"

"Lana-"

A hand.

His eyes rolled back.

She tapped his face and they came back into focus. "Secretary Blair or Blake would have heard your noise by now. So I have a few more minutes until your goons climb the stairs. The elevator's out of commission. Oops. "

When his eyes rolled back again she slapped him. "Stay with me now. "

She brought out the knife she had also borrowed from the helpful bodyguard and ripped open the front of his white shirt. "Doesn't seem like a great idea to be on the seventeenth floor now does it?"

"Wanted to see me shirtless, coulda just asked," he ground out and fell back panting, as though the words had completely exhausted him.

Lana smiled and went to work.

He soon stopped groaning and most movement, chest slowly rising and falling. It made her carving easier but the blood made it messy.

Bastard. Couldn't have held it in until she was through.

She was quick and barely two minutes later she was done. But the 'n' seemed a little crooked. So she used the knife to draw a line through it, and re wrote it above the substandard one.

"Better hope I don't find you in the afterlife," she whispered as she stood up to admire her -barely though- living art.

She had accepted it. She had thought that maybe, somehow, she'd survive this but if she left now, she still might not and he would.

Footsteps.

She fired.

The door bursting and a storm of feet open dwarfed the sound of hers but the others rang out, loud and clear.

Hers hit him in the forehead -didnt want to ruin her work- and a second bullet hit her in the chest, the first one lodging itself in her arm.

Lana couldn't describe what she felt.

Pain? Yes, of course. So much of it she had to be dying. But that would be over in a moment.

Regret? No. Not any important ones anyway, she thought as she remembered her still messy room.

Her family was safe and so was Dorian's.

She'd killed Anthony.

Also gave Dannie the keys to her apartment so that was her problem now and the small stud earrings she'd been hinting about for three weeks. Her birthday was in four days.

She'd spent all of eternity if she had to apologizing to Jeremy and Jerry. And sure, the Dorian- double too. But not the dude that tried to kill her though, that had been quite rude.

Dorian. His picture flashed through her mind. Even when she was in pain and not to mention dying.

He was another person she missed to death.

•°•°•

Tyrone just wanted to pick up some extra cash for his family. If his parents or Gran, the pain in his behind, found out they'd have a heart attack. Figuratively and quite possibly, literally.

Four nights ago had been a sign. But if that hadn't convinced Tyrone to quit this whole guard to drug lords thing, no matter how he wanted some more money, then this did.

The woman who had saved him ridden with bullet holes, dying two seconds later with what looked like - he couldn't be sure because she was dying- a slight smile on her face.

After carving "don't do drugs, kids" on the chest of the drug baron's son.

And judging by the 'n', she did some corrections. Then killed him too. Or was that before?

Anyway, the point was he was out. Finished, done. Handing in his resignation or whatever with immediate effect.

Crazy Mofos.