09-22-2015, 10:54 AM
It was a trick Jacinda had discovered years and years ago. A way of holding your...mind, for lack of a better word, in a particular state. It had come in handy many times. When she was trying to understand a person or her quarry, she would make herself "empty", as if she had pushed her self away, and then would let everything she knew about the person- every detail, every nuance, every fact, their family, where they lived, background, all of it!- flow into her and she would 'become' that person. And then she could understand them better, could see why they had decided this way or that. More importantly, she could guess what they might do or where they might have gone.
It had other uses too. This was one of them. She had become a frightened girl, savagely beaten by an abusive husband, "Pavel". She had a whole story in her mind- one she'd heard far too many times in her life, though she'd often think that if it had been her, the way she was, that guy wouldn't have lived through the night. Or the day for that matter. Last thing a guy like that would see was her face over his laughing as he agonized through his final breaths. No way, not her. But she could play the part.
And so she had become Risa. And Jacinda had been pushed aside in the background. And she even felt the sense of terror and being hunted that Risa might feel. And suspicion of "Banat", the name he gave. Suspicion but at the same time cautious trust. Because where else was she gonna go? She was out in the streets and Pavel had said this was the last time. That he would kill her the next time he saw her. So she went with Banat, scared but hopeful.
Deep in the back of her mind Jacinda waited, as Risa followed, watched as Risa, too afraid to even wait exposed out on the street, followed Banat in despite his irritation. She looked around the warehouse, trying to figure out what kind of place this was? A home? A hideout? Was something illegal going on here?
And Jacinda slowly moved forward, closer and closer, ready to take charge. Banat's mood seemed to change, as if he felt relief. He was by a kitchen counter, knives splayed out on a block. And Jacinda returned to herself. She smiled slightly as his back was turned to her, ear to the phone, talking to himself and peering ahead at one of the make-shift rooms.
This was it. In one smooth motion Jacinda pulled a large knife free and slammed it into Volodin's back, felt the warm sticky blood spurt onto her hand. The solid feel of the blade said that it was in deep. Hopefully it got the heart. If not, then it had to be a lung either way he'd be dead in minutes.
"NOW!!!"
she yelled at the rest of the team she knew was monitoring her.
Edited by Jacinda, Sep 22 2015, 01:28 PM.
It had other uses too. This was one of them. She had become a frightened girl, savagely beaten by an abusive husband, "Pavel". She had a whole story in her mind- one she'd heard far too many times in her life, though she'd often think that if it had been her, the way she was, that guy wouldn't have lived through the night. Or the day for that matter. Last thing a guy like that would see was her face over his laughing as he agonized through his final breaths. No way, not her. But she could play the part.
And so she had become Risa. And Jacinda had been pushed aside in the background. And she even felt the sense of terror and being hunted that Risa might feel. And suspicion of "Banat", the name he gave. Suspicion but at the same time cautious trust. Because where else was she gonna go? She was out in the streets and Pavel had said this was the last time. That he would kill her the next time he saw her. So she went with Banat, scared but hopeful.
Deep in the back of her mind Jacinda waited, as Risa followed, watched as Risa, too afraid to even wait exposed out on the street, followed Banat in despite his irritation. She looked around the warehouse, trying to figure out what kind of place this was? A home? A hideout? Was something illegal going on here?
And Jacinda slowly moved forward, closer and closer, ready to take charge. Banat's mood seemed to change, as if he felt relief. He was by a kitchen counter, knives splayed out on a block. And Jacinda returned to herself. She smiled slightly as his back was turned to her, ear to the phone, talking to himself and peering ahead at one of the make-shift rooms.
This was it. In one smooth motion Jacinda pulled a large knife free and slammed it into Volodin's back, felt the warm sticky blood spurt onto her hand. The solid feel of the blade said that it was in deep. Hopefully it got the heart. If not, then it had to be a lung either way he'd be dead in minutes.
"NOW!!!"
she yelled at the rest of the team she knew was monitoring her.
Edited by Jacinda, Sep 22 2015, 01:28 PM.