(Martina^^^)

I stare at him in astonishment.
Wife?

"Vanessa" he begins. "That was her name. We married young, age 22"

"Two years ago?" I ask

"No,4"

"But you said you were 24"

"I'm 26"

Oh.

"Anyway, I started working for the government at age 24. I-"

"Can you please tell me specifically what you do?"

He shoots me an unimpressed look.
I cut him off and was being invasive.

"I'm sorry" I say "it's just that, I don't quite understand properly unless I know what you do"

"I-"

"Like how do you know Richard? Why did you call him Edward? Why are you suddenly British? If he's the most feared why did he run? You lied about your age... is your name even Vincent?"

Silence.

So I continue speaking.

"Do you not trust me?"

More Silence.

Then...

"No"

He doesn't trust me. I mean, he just met me a few weeks ago but.... I trust him.

Yeah, and you trusted Richard too huh.

"But.....I trust you..."

"And you trusted Richard. You trust too easily Martina, Trust is earned"

I let his words sink in.

I trusted Pierson too.

"Anyways,"he says for the second time. I won't admit this to him, but that accent......

"I have to go somewhere-"

This raises my panic level.

"No please you can't leave, he'll come back here you-"

He sighs loudly and dramatically.

"I have to make a phone call"
Then he's out of the room.

I feel my pocket and realize that my phone is left at the house.

I wanted to google 'types of jobs in the government' to see if I could get any clues.
Maybe he's just an undercover cop?

Vincents POV.

I step outside to make a phone call.
The phone call.

I broke character.
For the first fucking time.

I take out the untraceable 'banger' phone and dial the number I know by heart.

"Hello" the person answers on the very first ring.

"Code green" I said the code word, letting him know that I've broken character infront of a civilian.

"Gender?"

"Female" I answer

"Name?"

"Martina Young-Ross, middle name unknown" I answer once again.

"Circumstances?" The voice asked.

"Edward Ross"

The person stops talking, even his breath hitched.
After a good minute, the voice spoke again.
"You know what you have to do"

The the line went dead.

He wanted me to kill Martina.
That's what we did when they knew too much.

Yes, I knew what I had to do.
But I didn't want to do it.

I look at the door to the room.
Brown hair, brown eyes.

Just like my wife.

Back to Martinas POV.

Vincent comes back about 20 minutes later (what a long phone call) and looks at me.

"Change of plans we need to go"

"What?"

"Do you need anything in there?"

"In the house? Yes my phone-"

"You're gonna need clothes"

"Clothes? Are we going to a hotel? Vincent-"

"Just tell me where your clothes are Martina" he cuts me off."I'll explain once we're out of here"

"Everything?"

"Not Everything, but I'll do what I can. I'm just trying to get you somewhere safe Martina." His tone of voice shifted quickly from demanding to desperate.

"Ok...." I said "my things are in the bedroom"

He nods. "Stay here" he says and leaves.

I lay on the bed but soon get up and make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I open his fridge, I know it's rude okay but my mouth felt like a cactus.

It's farely empty, as is the rest of the house. No cozy homey feeling.

I pour the water and take my glass and ass back to the room.

I'm downing the water when I notice a small frame on the other side of the wall.

Huh, that wasn't there before.
Did he take my advice and try to decorate.

I walk over to it. The picture in the frame is nothing special, A drawing of a mountain, but at least he's trying.

It's a little crooked though so I put the glass down to straighten it.

The universe seems to hate me because the frame falls to the ground.

Argh, Vincent is gonna be soo mad!

I bend down to pick up the photo out of the shattered glass.

It feels a little heavier than an average piece of paper.

I turn it around, and to my suprise there's something taped to the back of it. A card of some sort?

I untape it from the back and turn it around.

My eyes widen as I realize what it is...
An identification card.

It has Vincents picture on it.
But the name....

Damion Taylor?

I then here movement behind me. I look to see Vincent with a pile of clothes in his hand.
He looks at the bare wall, then at what is in my hands.

"Fuck".

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