The receptionist was asked if she saw the woman. The sketch was ready, and as it was attached to the file with her name on it, Love.

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Flights. Love hates flights. The one who scares the strongest, is scared, of being in the air, of course. But here she sat, in an almost empty flight. She had no clue why she was on it. The only reason she came to the airport was because Delilah asked her too. Her man, handed Love a ticket to Lawrence. And without answering a single question she was sent to departure. With a little pout on her lips, she grumbled to herself, as she held the handles as tight as she could. Breath in breath out was her mantra right now. The never ending turbulence was the reason she prayed with whole her heart. And then it went away. The turbulence...and the faith. Love couldn't really help her attitude.

She took the water offered by the host. Finally up in the air, she removed the belt from her waist and eased herself in her seat. Only eight seats were occupied, including hers. She turned her head to look around, see where the people sat, and to be aware of the one who seemed suspicious. And one man turned to her. The other woman smile. One got irritated. Fine, she thought. Turning back, she took a deep breath before getting off her seat, and move to the loo. As she moved, she noted the seats and the men. The guy in the white suit looked at Love, smiled, and looked back at the magazine he held in his hands. He had a charming smile. The one that intoxicates women...but not Love, maybe.

Once inside, she looked in the mirror. What had she gotten herself into. Can't even run out. Great. She unlocked the door, only to see the people still sitting in their seats. She took a few steps of confidence towards the man in white suit. He seemed rather too pure to believe.

"Hello," Love smiled at the man, as she took the aisle seat next to him.

The man returned the smile.

"So, you are off to Lawrence?" Love asked.

"No, New York," the man said with the intoxicating smile.

"On a flight to Lawrence?" Love asked in confusion. That was one hell of a stupid question, she thought.

The man raised his eyebrows at her, "Exactly."

"I'm Love," she introduced.

"I'm the last man you'll ever meet," he said.

Before Love could process his words, she pushed herself back on her seat as a knife missed her jugular vein with a centimeter. With another move of the hand, she managed to block his attacking hand below her waist just in time. The man next locked Love's neck in his arm, and as she asphyxiated, he felt satisfied. Stretching the man's arm wasn't an option, he was too muscular for her. Love tried to call for help, but no one seemed to turn around, and the air host didn't seem to be around. She tried to feel something near her, solid enough to hit the man with it. And to her relief she found a bottle, thankfully a filled one. She hit the man's head with the little power that she was left with. She rose from her seat, while she coughed, taking in as much air as possible. Her watery eyes deprived her to clear sight. With the little conscious she regained, her hands came across a cervical pillow.

"You shouldn't have done that," the man with the bloody nose, who wore a white suit said, still seated on his seat. The man's another hit with the butter knife, hit the cervical pillow, tearing it from one side. But the material was still intact, so Love placed herself on top of him, and in one quick instant blocked his hands under the knees, and placed the cervical pillow around his neck.

"What do you think you're doing?" the man said. And those were his last words, with his last smile, as he was suffocated to death.

As Love rose from her seat, she looked around to face the shocked reactions, but to her shock, no one in the plane had noticed the little meeting. Love went to her seat patiently, and turned around, only to notice the lifeless bodies on the few seats behind her. The people who sat behind her were dead, with asphyxiation.

She fastened her pace to the front, only to notice the other six bodies tied by the seat with the belt, all lifeless, and suffocated.

How could the man kill all the people in her in the few minutes she was gone? She thought.

The thought of being the only passenger was scary, what was even scarier was where was the host. She went into the cabin, stunted to see the host with blood flowing from his neck.

She took a glass of water and calmed her nerves down. Turning on the Wifi on the plane she connected her phone to it. Knocking on the door of the cabin crew, she entered the cabin when there was no answer. As she entered she took in the vibe of the little room with all the buttons, and screws. The pilots were sitting on their seats with the headphones and microphones.

"Captain?" Love said as she stood right behind the two.

"Hello?" she repeated herself when no one took in her presence.

When no one still replied, she placed her hand on one of their shoulders, and then is when she noticed the pilots lifeless body as it fell unconscious on the side of the seat, still stuck on it through the belt.

"Son of a bitch," she mumbled in anxiety.

Never in her nightmares she would have ever thought of her first flight turn into a plane kill, where everyone except her dies, including the pilots. Love geared herself up and pushed one of the pilots down his seat to sit, and handle of what was to be done. The good thing was the plane usually works on autopilot, so the only thing she had to handle was the landing.

She searched on Youtube to find a plane landing tutorial. The flight still had an hour left before landing. The fifth video seemed like a charm, since all the others used jargons which Love had no idea about. Absolute Altitude, Common Traffic Advisory Frequency (CTAF), Adverse yaw, ADF (Automatic Direction Finder) were the terms Love had no idea about. And she did intend to know what that meant. Neither she had the time to.

Half an hour later, she sat back on the seat, and tried to apply what she'd learnt. The best part of the journey was the absence of turbulence, as that surely would have scared the shit out of her.

Grabbing a pack of chips from the cabin, she sat at the seat in the pit. She took a deep breath in as she revised the procedure of landing the air-ship. The buttons, the plate, the gear, everything was on her tips. The only question now was, if what she had learnt was useful enough of the machine she was in. It was only a matter of time, as she might know for sure if it worked, and if if did, she was absolute to leave a comment congratulating the vlogger on his success and knowledge. And well if it didn't, she was sure to trouble the poor face behind the camera with her ghost. What be shall be, she thought, as she descended the plane now that they were nine hundred meters away from the airport, air-distance. She did hear something on the radio a few times, but she couldn't risk speaking on it. With every passenger dead on the plane, who will believe her, and there wouldn't be any eye-witnesses. So she decided to land the plane, make it seem like everything's normal, and just spill right in time, for the people to know about the flight.

The first time, the decent wasn't decent due to which she had to roll back a couple of meters in the air, turn around and try another time. The second time, the turn wasn't efficient enough to turn the plane and get it right on the runway. And well the third times a charm. The decent was fine and so was the turn. The front wheels were dropped down at the right time for the plane to accelerate on the path, in order to reduce the speed. The last step was to pull the breaks, before it went off the runaway, and after the speed was reduced to the number that the wheels don't break. Love took a deep breath as the plane stopped. She was on ground again. And alive as a matter of fact.

Before the cleaning crew could come in and gather what had happened, Love took off the plane with her duffle bag and tried to rush to the terminal as fast as she could. She entered the airport building, and tried to hide among the crowd.

Not wanting to mess with the security, she tried to stay inside the building. A restaurant seemed like the possibly one place she could spend a couple of hours. She ordered wine and spaghetti, and with every sip and bite, she relaxed every nerve in her body which screamed of anxiety until now. While she sat, she planned her way back to the lab. All she had to do was hire a car, and leave it right ten kilometers away from the location to keep the place non-spot-able. So she searched for a few car hiring sites in Lawrence online, finding the right one, she placed a call, and Voila, it was set. She gathered her phone and duffle bag and right after paying for the wine and dine, she walked towards the exit. And while the guards searched for a face in the crowd, she took a deep breath, and kept walking with the family of six, who carried big bags. With head down, she slipped right through the door.

Love texted Zee of the case being a bust, and that she had to be saved, if she doesn't get back in a few hours. She placed her phone back in her pocket, as the car she'd ordered parked in front of her. The man handed the keys over to Love, since she'd already paid for the car. A hand on her shoulder startled Love right when she was about to get inside the car. A man in formal black suit stood behind her.

"Ma'am, could you step aside for a moment," the brunette blue eyed agent said while he should his Federal agent ID. "I'm special agent Shaw and this is my partner, Agent DeYoung,"

"Pardon?" Love asked.

Another man in a blue suit came behind the blue eyed.

"You need to come with us for a few questions," the other one said.

"May I ask why?" Love asked.

"I think you already know," the man said.

Love didn't know the agencies have become this efficient in a couple of years. The plane incident must have been out, but finding the only passenger in the plane who was missing is quite a task. She took the bag, and followed the men to their car. The man in the black suit opened the door for her. She sat in the back seat of the car planning a few answers for the questions that might be asked.

"Love, if I'm not wrong, you are beautiful," the man in the blue suit said while he drove the car.

"You're a federal agent," the one in black reminded.

"Why am I being taken in for questioning?" Love tried her luck again.

"Well, you've been identified at different locations of crime, and it is being considered suspicious," the man said.

With a sigh of relief, Love was thankful of the fact that they didn't know about the plane.

The agency was just a drive of a few minutes away. Love got off the car, and was directly taken inside a room.

"Wait here," one of them said.

"Sure, right here," Love whispered to herself as she looked out for the AC vents.

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Agent Shaw entered the room with one of the agents. The two of them stood in the door as they noticed the empty room. Agent Shaw rushed out of the room in panic, while the other guy stood in the room noticing the difference. The only place which could act as an exit was the door where he stood, out of which she couldn't have moved. However the other exit could be the AC vent. The agent walked towards the vent only to notice the lose fitted grill, which had no nuts on it. She couldn't have had done it without a knife, the man thought.

Love jumped down the AC vent in the washroom. Unfortunately she stood in a men's washroom. She opened the door, and strode towards the main door of the building as she kept her head down avoiding any eye contact.

Love looked up at the guard sitting near the exit once, smiled, keeping her head a little high to show confidence. And she walked, not fast, but not slow either. Pace fast enough to get the bloody hell out of the building, but slow enough not attract any eyes or suspicions on her.

Taking a deep breath she took her last step towards the door, right when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"I think you're going the wrong way," the voice said.

Love turned around expecting Agent Shaw or the one who tried hitting on her back in the car. But she was surprised to see the oddly familiar face. She didn't really remember who he was, but she was sure she'd seen him before.

"You need to come with me," the man said with authority. He pulled Love from her elbow as he nodded at the guard, notifying that the situation was under his control.

"I'm handling her case," another man with a French beard said to the agent who held Love by her arm. Behind him stood Agent Shaw.

"I think I'll take it from here," the man said.

"She tried escaping, it will be best if she's kept under high monitoring," the French beard said.

"I was in the washroom," Love tried defending herself.

"Of course through the AC vents," the man said.

"Josh, I've been asked to get her to the head quarters" the one holding Love's arm said.

A door to the left was opened, and closed as soon as the two pair of legs moved to a car. The Agent turned around to face Love. With empathy and compassion in his eyes, he looked into Love's eyes.

"You don't recognize me, I suppose," he said.

"I...don't think...so" she said.

"Agent Hayden, you helped me out of the Mafia's den," he said.

"Which Mafia exactly?" Love whispered looking into his eyes. In them she saw, and remembered, as she read his thoughts.

"Hope, you're friend was with you," he said.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"So, the agency has found eye witnessed who saw you at a few crime scene, involving the underground," he said.

"But I don't really row that boat," she said.

"I know Love, I do," he said. "I know you aren't to be doubted, but I can't really explain that to the agency since you are not documented anywhere, no government documents, nothing," he said.

"Right," Love sighed.

"You said you work with an agency, try calling them , they might get you out of here," he said.

"Yah, about that...they can't," she said.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"They can't do it...it's sort of a rule," she tried playing the cards right.

"So you are on your own right now," he interpreted.

"Quite," she said.

"So where should I drop you?" he asked.

Love looked at him in shock. Hayden looked back at her, "I owe you that. Beside you aren't a threat to the people, rather a blessing."

The words were carved into Love's mind. No one had ever before said this to her.

"Love?" he asked.

"How far can you go?" she asked.

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After three hours on the highway, Hayden stopped the car right in front of the building Love had asked him to. The apartments seemed to be exquisite an even Hayden was impressed by the location Love lived at.

"You'll have to stay grounded until things settle," he said.

"Yes I know," she said.

Hayden nodded at Love before looking back at the dash board.

"Oh...your phone is inside the little bag on the rear seat," he said.

"And what will you say...to the agency?" she asked.

"That you ran away...don't worry, I'll handle it, just stay out of the sight of FBI agents as much as you can for a few months at least," he said.

"Hayden... thank you," she said as she moved out of the car.

Love looked at her phone, which had been switched off due to no battery.

Once the car was out of her sight, she moved past the building and walked to the nearest Walmart store which was a good five hundred meters away. She walked inside exhausted in her Jimmy Choo, and called for the store manager.

"The Old man's a pal," she said looking directly into the eyes of the man.

After a few minutes later, Love sat in the driver's seat of her car, with a phone connected to the lighting charger and a leather duffle bag on the passenger's seat.