Someone knocked on the door, he noticed he didn't get a reply. He walked into the van with his own keys he forged, he saw her sleeping on the table with her head bowed down to the table. She was done trying to research and let the weight drift her away to the land of dreams.
He walked closer to her. He saw the page she was on. And no this wasn't Manchester. It was someone else, he had a mask on his face, he had his hands covered in hand gloves. Fully dressed in black. He walked out of the van and shut the door. The sound of the door shutting woke her up.
She raised her head, she walked closer to the door nearly tripping to the ground. She noticed a car driving off away from her van, it didn't look like the type she had seen. Also she noticed the clock, she was late for the appointment with Manchester. But that was supposed to be him.
If that wasn't Manchester, then who was it? She called him. This time he spoke from outside the van. "Hey!" He walked into the van. From her facial state, he could tell she just woke up. She just had an experience of a semi afterlife in her sleep.
"What just happened? You were here a while ago, right? I'm not dreaming right?" She asked for confirmation.
"What? Who walked in here? Not me. What did he look like?"
"I didn't see anyone here. Just a bigger car driving off from here. I locked that door."
He turned to the phone he held in his hand, "Besides that. Did you die three hours ago?"
"Manchester? I'm standing right here aren't I? What are you talking about?" She questioned.
He turned his phone screen to her face, "Read the news, daughter and orphan of the Lanco family and merchandise confirmed dead after falling from a building with an attempt of suicide. She failed to die from a drug overdose at the popular Lanco Callista Club. She left behind no spouse and no child." He dropped the phone.
"That's a lie. Who would do that? I'm going to sue them for this."
"Or you could possibly use this to your greatest advantage. Change your identity and possibly your physical looks, there's a reason for a person mistook you for that dead human. You are lucky, you should be careful and properly be more careful. Whoever walked into this van came for that exact reason I guess."
"Who?" She asked.
"Maybe the mafia. I don't think the special forces would just come here for you unless someone mentioned your name in one of the files. And from the interrogations earlier conducted, we didn't have any of such."
"So what's next?"
"The graveyard. And I think it's best to pick up every single bit of yourself from this van. Whoever stepped in here did that to confirm if the job was properly done and to his greatest surprise it wasn't. So I need you to park every bit of your clothes, hair, mugs. Everything with your DNA in it."
"Alright then. I'll be on my way."
"Good. I could help as well."
They picked up every piece of clothing she had. They walked out of the van later on that night, he held her back. "Sarah?"
"Never walk out of my sight or ahead of me. Is that clear?"
"Yes. Lead me."
"Good. Now we are off to your apartment for a little violent fun."
"What? Fun? I don't understand."
"I'll need to wipe every trace of you. We are burning the room down. Let's go."
They walked up to her room within the building. He burst the door open and poured the fuel all over the apartment. "Pick whatever you'll need right now. You won't get a second chance."
"Fine. I will." She walked around the apartment and picked up just two things. A few clothes and a traveling bag. She put the clothes and her hair dye set from the bathroom, into the bag and walked out of the room. He stood there waiting for her. He threw the matchstick into the room and watched the fire spread everywhere. He locked the apartment and left it to burn into ashes.
They reached the last floor. They walked out of the building. They drove off in another car, not the one he came with but with another that others wouldn't suspect at all. She understood why and stayed calm. He drove off but she turned back when she noticed the car he came with and her van exploded behind them.
She flinched and turned back to him.
"I would keep my head and face low if I were you." He warned.
"Alright then." She laid low.
He drove off to a different zone with a different route number and postal code. He drove into the secured estate, he waited for the neighbours to actually go inside their houses before he opened the doors for them to step out of it.
He walked with her into his duplex. She didn't expect an officer to have such wealth. He turned the lights on. She noticed he was a private type, she admired the walls, the entire house as she walked up the stairs. Later on, she walked by the side to an image she saw while she stood at the lower floor. She loved art to an extent and this time she admired this one. She felt like it spoke of mental health.
"Your room's over here not there. That's my room not yours."
"Why? I thought you wanted us to stay together. I thought you wanted us to have a stable relationship earlier."
"Excuse my stable sarcasm and get to fucking bed." He said.
She slipped closer to him and held him close. "Stay with me. I'm scared. Come on, you have to." She pushed further.
He dropped her bags, "Sarah. I am not that cheap. I am not the one to play with either way. So guess what? You'll stay right here with your self and I'll move to my room. After all, I need to sleep. I've had to endure more stress than you."
"And the grave yard?"
He stopped and turned to her. Of course he forgot to add that.
He exhaled, "Get in the car. It's better for you to be out at night rather than later during the day."
"Of course."
They drove off to the cemetery. They stepped out of the vehicle and paced for the deepest part of the graveyard. The night zone after the gate.
Sarah held her breath for a while, "Release yourself. You are tense."
"You may have experience with this route but I don't. Let me be me."
"If I let you. Don't call me Manchester."