Here's Sammy.

[pyrokinetic_]

I've always been amazed at how many weapons you can conceal on your person without it being really all that noticeable. I mean, you'd be able to pick out a couple on me, but not a lot. I really really like that. I'm more a gun kind of guy, but I wanted to come prepared, so I have a few knives with me as well. Anything to get the job done

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[enduringcharm]

Oh look, my soon-to-be ex husband is paying me another visit. I guess he doesn't know that I was expecting him. He couldn't know. Sam wouldn't think I'd give him credit for having the balls to come for me after I made him go crash.

I underestimated him once, does he really think I'd do it again?

Apparently, yes. And I need more coffee. At least one more pot to get me through whatever the hell it is he has to say before I stop listening and start threatening. I'll give him a minute, maybe two.

Damn, that was some good stuff. I feel ready for anything. I wonder if it was legal. It didn't taste it. I bet it had coccaine in it too, and I can't care right now because my sense are heightened, and it doesn't matter that I stayed up all night worrying about this, because I had the common sense to try and get addicted to my first cup of coffee this morning while Hot and Hotter installed the elevator

[pyrokinetic_]

"Didya miss me, honey?"

There she is.

I smirked and pulled off my sunglasses, pocketing them and then looking directly at the camera. "Yeah, of course I did. You never came home last night after that little thing in the car, I was starting to get worried. So I decided to come and visit you at work."

"You're looking almost pretty today."

"How nice of you to notice."

I felt the elevator slow to a stop. So, are they going to blow me up, or just cut the cables?

"Are you sure you want that suit blown up?"

Ah. Traditional.

"Well if I'm going to die, I figure I might as well look good when I do." I said, never taking my eyes off the camera. I can see her, just a little. I can put together how the look on her face is by her voice.

She's putting on a front.

"But I just wanted to say goodbye before hand, y'know?"

[enduringcharm]

"Yeah, of course I did. You never came home last night after that little thing in the car, I was starting to get worried. So I decided to come and visit you at work."

Worried. Sure he was worried. Worried I'd skipped town and he wouldn't have another shot at me. Sam wants me dead. He's not going to stop coming after me until one of us bites it, and I don't plan on being the one in the coffin.

I very calmy look off my headset, covered the reciever with my hand, and looked back at Harla.

"I need a cup, now."

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

"No."

Turning my attention back to the screen, I put the headset back on, cracked my knuckles, and listened.

...He should stop staring at me, it's creepy.

"Well if I'm going to die, I figure I might as well look good when I do."

"You have a point. If it all goes according to plan, there won't be anything left to bury anyway."

I'm doing fine. And Rachael has everything set up, so there's nothing to worry about. He's trapped, with no way out.

"But I just wanted to say goodbye

[pyrokinetic_]

"Don't tell me you're feeling nostalgic. Is this the part where we talk over the good old days?"

"Maybe."

"Our wedding day, the night we spent in Rio, the first time we ever said 'I Love You'...should we be talking about any of that? Because I think it's a little late."

"Well, considering the circumstances, you're probably right." She needs to tell her girls to start working a little quieter in the elevator shafts. I can just barely hear everything that's happening out there.

"If you like me enough to stop in for a goodbye, you never should have taken me on as a mark in the first place."What the hell is she talking about