"Kevin, wait!" It was Anita that called for him, but he didn't want to risk his momentum by stopping for her. He saw that she'd gotten out of the car and was running toward the truck, but he was already passing her by.
He sped off, leaving Anita, Martin, and the three dead men on the road.
***
Martin scrambled out of the car after Anita. When she ran onto the road toward Kevin, it was too late to stop him. The truck was speeding past, and was but a dot on the road ahead of them.. Unless they moved fast, they wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.
Anita turned her gaze from the road to the three corpses lying on the ground. Such superfast reflexes! Kevin killed them all with such little effort, but he restrained himself from using such force against them. Why? He could have taken Martin’s gun and shot them. He didn’t . Instead he put himself in danger, and killed the men who were after them.
Martin kept his gaze on the bodies, all of which lay in a crumpled, bloodied mess. Already the thick pools of blood were covered with a thin layer of dust and sand. The pool of blood was fast drying in the hot, desert sun.
He was being forced to make another difficult decision. In the two seconds he used to make up his mind, he turned back toward the car and pulled the door open.
“Get in the car. We’re going after him,” he said, throwing himself into the driver’s seat.
“O-okay,” Anita said. She was still dazed, but pulled herself together ran around the car and hopped back inside.
As soon as she was seated, Martin sped off in pursuit of Kevin.
The pair remained silent for the entire ride; Martin, because he was sulking on the fact that he had Joseph- or Kevin-or whoever he was and yet, failed to capture him. He doubted he would get another opportunity, and because of that, his entire operation was thrown into chaos. He needed to find Kevin again, and this time he had to be prepared to hand him over to the FBI.
What he didn’t know or what he thought about the case was irrelevant- he had a job to do.
It was Mid-Afternoon. The sun was high in the sky. Anita and Martin hadn't eaten for many hours. His gaze shifted from the side of the road- which was populated for the first time since last evening- and onto Anita. Since he’d taken her from his place, she hadn’t been following him of her own free will. She was pulled along with him as her life was also being threatened. Maybe at the beginning she helped him because of her genuine interest in Kevin, but he lied to her and hid the fact about him being a terrorist.
Anita’s eyes met his when he looked to her. She was fighting her confusion, but most of all, her anger. First, martin had lied to her that Kevin’s name was George Wilson, which he was not. Yesterday night, since she was under great duress she hadn’t followed up on Martin’s lie. Kevin said he was Kevin. But Martin’s file said he was Joseph, a terrorist. Who was he? Kevin? George Wilson? Joseph? It was difficult to blame Martin for what he did. Maybe he had to lie because of his work in the FBI. But she had difficulties not blaming him; she decided to anyway. He could have told her, she could have helped him, and then they wouldn’t be chasing the man they had found already.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow...)
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