two victims. She never thought about Derek, though. Funny, she had killed him first, and she hardly ever thought of him afterwards. And of course then there were the others. But Nick and Derek had been the most recent in years. Her days as an assassin were long over when she killed Nick.
116 days
The Latvian showed up this morning. Just standing in her stall. At first he was silent, but he spoke back when she prodded him, "How did you get in here?" She regretted never learning Latvian for the first time. He was speaking so quickly she couldn't use her knowledge of the others in any case. It was so frustrating, until Sam reminded herself she was talking to a dead man. "You're dead!" That didn't seem to stop him. He just kept blabbering on. She couldn't even address him with his real name, all she knew was the codename they'd used...the Latvian. Creative? No. But practical.
115 days
12 hours and he hadn't left yet. Twelve fucking hours and that stupid Latvian was just standing there. At least he'd stopped talking. All he was doing was staring straight at her. Sam even tried to explain to him, "It's not my fault. I had an assignment, you were just another bullet, another payment...It's not my fault. It was never me killing you. It was just me, doing my job. OK?" She tried to get him to leave. He wasn't all ghosty either; she could touch him, he wasn't transparent. But he wouldn't move. She couldn't push him out, when she tried to punch or smack him all the Latvian did was stand there.
It wasn't really fair, she thought, that the Latvian decided to start haunting-- or whatever he was doing--her. Why her? Why not the people who hired her? The...Patruskis? Patruskins? Patrialskis? They were twins. Huge, ugly, mustachioed twins. And they hired her to kill the Latvian. She only met them once, but they in essence, were the ones who killed the Latvian, not Sam. Sam just followed orders from the P brothers. They ordered the hit. They killed that man. They killed him.
116 days
The Latvian showed up this morning. Just standing in her stall. At first he was silent, but he spoke back when she prodded him, "How did you get in here?" She regretted never learning Latvian for the first time. He was speaking so quickly she couldn't use her knowledge of the others in any case. It was so frustrating, until Sam reminded herself she was talking to a dead man. "You're dead!" That didn't seem to stop him. He just kept blabbering on. She couldn't even address him with his real name, all she knew was the codename they'd used...the Latvian. Creative? No. But practical.
115 days
12 hours and he hadn't left yet. Twelve fucking hours and that stupid Latvian was just standing there. At least he'd stopped talking. All he was doing was staring straight at her. Sam even tried to explain to him, "It's not my fault. I had an assignment, you were just another bullet, another payment...It's not my fault. It was never me killing you. It was just me, doing my job. OK?" She tried to get him to leave. He wasn't all ghosty either; she could touch him, he wasn't transparent. But he wouldn't move. She couldn't push him out, when she tried to punch or smack him all the Latvian did was stand there.
It wasn't really fair, she thought, that the Latvian decided to start haunting-- or whatever he was doing--her. Why her? Why not the people who hired her? The...Patruskis? Patruskins? Patrialskis? They were twins. Huge, ugly, mustachioed twins. And they hired her to kill the Latvian. She only met them once, but they in essence, were the ones who killed the Latvian, not Sam. Sam just followed orders from the P brothers. They ordered the hit. They killed that man. They killed him.
