Four - The Room

Hannah made her way through the crowd greeting many of the revelers she personally invited. The house was jammed and making it to a room on the top floor of the beach house took time and effort. Upon closing the door she swore. "Fuck me, that was like walking through molasses!"

The three men watching over the crowd all laughed at the sexy young trader. The security room occupied the master bedroom with the largest wall filled with monitors showing activity both inside the house and out on the grounds. It was not so much for security as it was for the bidders to view the stock. Every HD camera was able to zoom in close for a better look.

Each reveler invited by a trader was given a party wrist band containing a microchip identifying the trader who invited them. Each trader had a designated colored indicator arrow. The monitors showed which trader invited the victim making them easy to be tracked and sold.

Hannah was a proactive hunter of the innocent. She was also thorough when it came to weeding out law enforcement. Jordan seemed to fit the mold of someone in law enforcement. "I want to find someone who said Connor invited her. Let's see if she was telling the truth. Bring up Connor's pathetic invitees, would you guys?"

The three tech guys began switching off the other trader's colored arrows leaving the green indicators only. "Looks like we have only 194 green arrows. Mostly by the pool and near the beach." The tech guy, Jake, pointed out.

"Yeah, that is the typical Connor's stock. As lazy as he is. Where is Connor anyway?" Hannah asked knowing what he wanted was as much sex as he could get during the party. The traders had a white circle around their colored arrows.

"There he is, just inside the big doors leading to the pool. Looks like he's trying to get lucky." Jake and the two others laughed. "Go Dawg!"

"Typical. Now for a skinny girl who appears to be half Asian or something. Try the room just inside the balcony." Hannah always went with her gut on things like this. "I feel she could be an agent or something. I just don't like her!"

"Want us to take her out?" Jake asked the sexy brunette.

"Have to find her first maybe, ya think?" Hannah felt her superiority over the geeky tech guys.

"Gotcha covered Hannah." Jake smiled. "Is this the lucky loser?" He zoomed in on Jordan speaking with another female party goer.

"She must play for the other team boys! She has quite the interest in the ladies." Hannah laughed. "She seemed very interested in me."

"Yeah, I don't blame her!" Jake gave Hannah a wink.

"Loser! Eyes on the monitor." Hannah scoffed at Jake. "In your fucking dreams!"

"You ought to know! You were there!" Jake's laughter was cut short but Hannah's hand slapping the back of his head.

"I'm outta here, losers!" Hannah was off to catch up with Jordan.

Jordan was having a similar conversation with another young over achieving student who looked as though she had not seen daylight in months. This young woman believed Jordan but before she rushed off to collect her friend and get the hell out of there the Unlikely Assassin offered her help if needed. "If they try to make you stay, come get me."

The young woman was texting as she moved through the crowd bumping into everyone in her path. Jordan felt a little better but not satisfied. She texted Windy.

Jordan: Win, something I need you to do.

She waited for Windy to respond but there was nothing. "Where the hell are you, Win?" Jordan spoke to her phone. "I'm calling you! You know how you hate to talk on the phone? Too bad!"

She called Windy, but no answer. Her voicemail was even worse than speaking with her. "I have no idea how you have my personal number, so if you want to survive the day then destroy my contact and drive over your damn phone. If you don't, I will sugar bear. Bye!"

Jordan had a brilliant idea but needed a little privacy and headed to find a washroom. As she moved deeper into the house she had to fight harder for space just to walk. She passed the staircase just as Hannah was descending from the second floor.

"Jordan! Hey, Jordan!" Hannah called out to the young woman she expected to be a cop of some kind. "Where are you off to, Girl?"

"Ah, the washroom, I think I saw one back here." Jordan tried to look hurried.

"Come with me, I know where one is no one else does!" Hannah and Jordan were now locked in a cat and mouse game...not really knowing who was the hunter and who was the prey.

"Oh thanks, Hannah! I am ready to burst here." Jordan took the bate.

Hannah led the way and found a locked door. It was the servant's part of the house. A self contained bachelor's flat with a kitchen and washroom. "There you go, Jordan." She pointed.

Jordan made her way to the washroom, closed the door and ran the water. She spoke loudly to the host. "I am self conscious about...you know?"

"No worries." Hannah replied. Then under her breath spoke again. "Take your time." She smiled as she pulled her snub nose pistol from her small cross body strapped purse.

Jordan quickly sent a message to Windy telling her to send a text to all the people at the party. And keep sending it until there's a mass exodus. She washed up and returned to the room.

"All done?" Hannah had a wicked smile that made Jordan frown.

"What's with the look, Hannah?" Jordan questioned the trader as she shrugged.

Hannah showed the pistol and began to speak. "Take a seat." Jordan sat on the bed. "I get the funny feeling deep down inside you are law enforcement of some kind."

Jordan burst into laughter. "Very good, Hannah! I thought you were kinky and brought me here for a little quiet time away from the other partiers!" She covered her mouth to stop talking and laughing at the sociopath. Not a good idea to aggravate her.

"Show me your wallet!" Hannah barked her order expecting it to be filled.

"Yeah, I would not come to a party with ID. I am young, not stupid!" Jordan rolled her eyes antagonizing the trader.

"Throw me your phone!" Hannah yelled again.

Jordan tossed it to the sexy brunette. "Yeah, good luck getting into it!"

"Fucking unlock it, you little bitch!" Hannah threw it back to her.

"Okay, but I am not a cop, Hannah." Jordan unlocked her phone and set an auto destruct program. Thirty second countdown. "It's all yours, Hannah!"

Jordan was going through countless scenarios to escape the room no one knew was there except psycho girl. Only one way to escape. Through her! Mentally, Jordan counted down from thirty and the battery continued to heat.

"What the fuck?" Hannah's hand was almost burnt. The cellphone heated to such a high temperature she had to dropped Jordan's cellphone. "You are a cop!"

Jordan rushed the young woman who outweighed her by twenty-five pounds. She was outweighed but not out muscled and definitely not as fast as the Unlikely Assassin.

The Unlikely Assassin grabbed for the gun with both hands. As they fought, Jordan jumped swinging her left leg up and around Hannah's neck as if she were mounting a horse. The two crashed to the floor with Jordan ripping the gun from the Hannah's hands.

The door slammed open with a security team sent by Jake watching all this go down. From one knee, Jordan cocked the hammer to the .22 caliber pistol but decided against using it if they were not firing.

"Shoot her! She's a cop!" Hannah screamed.

"I am not a cop!" Jordan spat. "You are a psycho trying to kill me!" She never lowered the gun and was calculating the probability of surviving this calamity in a bachelor apartment inside the beachfront house. The odds were low. "Strike a deal guys?"

"What do you have?" The lead man spoke.

"Well, I can get two of you and possibly all three and Hannah over there." Jordan was bluffing.

"Or?" The man was amused.

"Think it is funny when you are the one I am pointing this snubby at? And by the way...I am aiming at the base of your ear." Jordan, was in fact aiming there, but the bullet may not do the damage needed from fifteen feet. "Or we can all lower our weapons and you let me walk out of here. I don't call the cops on psycho Hannah. And you guys get paid for your security. Which one is it, Guys?"

The place was so small it would be called, 'the stand-off inside the OK Coral'. Time was ticking for everyone involved with the only one wanting to kill anyone was the human trader, Hannah.