Disclaimer - Own Everyone but the characters from the movie.
Rating: NC 17
Summary - Chance Boudreaux was not the first target to get away nor did
Fouchon and Pik only hunt military veterans' originally. This story takes
place two years before the events of the film, and tells the story of the
first target to get away and turn the tables on them.
Chapter 5
An Hour Later
Maia walked out of her room to see two armed guards there.
“Can I help you?” the younger of the two asked.
“Can I have something to read or a TV please?’ Maia said politely.
The men looked at each other.
“If you will wait in your room. I’ll ask Mr. Van Cleaf,” the older one said.
“You do that,” Maia said walking back into her room.
Short time later the door opened and Pik came in with several men. Two of
which were carrying a TV, which they quickly setup and tested.
“TV with cable and a VCR,” Pik said placing a pile on the table. “Today’s
paper and some books from the library.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. I have some things to do. In two hours, I will give you a tour
and show you where can freely go and the gym.”
Maia nodded and watched them leave. She turned on the TV and put the volume
high. Shutting the curtains, she began to move in an interact series of
moves similar to Tai Chi only more deadly in the right hands. Moves she has
not practiced in a while but were in grained into her very being.
‘My path back to being Maia.’
She continued to move through the movies, until the news came on. ‘Time to
become Dominique again.’
Maia headed to take a shower and to give some relief to long underused
muscles that were screaming in agony as she walked. “Pain is good makes you
remember you’re alive.”
Maia was just sitting down, when Pik came in followed by a woman who glared
at her.
‘Interesting. Pik’s toy.’
“Your lunch,” the woman said putting the tray down on the table.
‘Oh, the waves of green practically roll off her. Potential enemy here.’
Maia was lifting the lid as the woman past Pik, watching out of the corner
of her eye. She watched the woman rubbing herself over him and whispering
something in his ear.
“Don’t dally too long Pik with the fertilizer. I’m waiting for you.”
‘I bet you are.’ Maia turned her focus to the food. ‘Poisoned is the
question of the day. I doubt it, if she’s the cook and I die or become ill
it’s her ass on the line.’
Maia smiled picking up a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth turning
her head to see Pik saying something to the woman.
“If you want some privacy, I can leave…Nice comfy bed…” Maia said
interrupting their interlude. “Though I’m sure you both have your own room
you could use.”
Pik smirked while the woman glared at her.
Maia turned her attention back to her food. ‘What a bitch…claiming
territory, like I would go after him. He’s sexy but he plans on killing me
in seven days…’
The woman turned and left shutting the door as Pik sat in a chair opposite
her.
“Not the timid housewife are you…” Pik picked up the TV remote and lowered
the volume.
“When you’re told you probably won’t live through next weekend it tends to
liberate a person. Like you would kill me before your little hunt, so why
shouldn’t I saw what I want?”
“Point taken,” Pik smiled at her.
“So I eat this lunch, you haul me to the gym and make me work out. Where
I’ll probably proceed to throw up afterwards.”
”What?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier? Me nice and week for the hunt. Like I would be a
challenge any how. Like I have fucking chance in hell…”
“You’ll have incentive…”
”OH?”
Pik studied her as if trying to figure out what she was thinking. “You will
be given a money belt with ten thousand dollars in it. Make it to safety you
get to keep it and live.”
“Really now.”
“Yes,” Pik said.
“How many of your so called targets have gotten away?”
“To datenone.”
“Odd so in my favor,” Maia said sarcastically and put down the bowl of fruit
she was eating. “Still don’t see the sport in hunting a widow.”
“Widow?”
“My husband and daughter were killed in a drive by shooting less than a year
ago.”
Pik looked at her. Damn, what have we gotten ourselves into. She’s not a
challenge this will just be a slaughter. He made a mental note to talk to
Fouchon.