Later that night, Christian walked back in the door and said, "I spoke with HQ."
I could tell he wanted to say more, but I cut him off - I knew what was going on here, or at least I thought I did. "Great. So now I'm gonna have Them on my ass? You know it's do or die with Them. If They don't think I'll deliver, They'll send guys after me."
Christian glared at me and said, "Maybe if I could speak without getting my goddamn head bitten off -"
"You need to get it through your skull that THEY want MY head, and after they've got it, they'll come for yours!"
At this, Christian laughed - not quite manic, but off, edgy - and said, "No one's taking my head over your ex-wife's."
Then, I lost it. Suddenly furious and feeling a strong sense of protectiveness for Allison, I roared, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" and hammered my fists into his face with a quick one-two combo, shoved him aside, and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.
I packed my things, and when I was done, I walked out into the kitchen, past Christian, who was just finishing cleaning himself up, and outside to my truck. I loaded everything into it, and drove off.
I wound up sleeping in the truck, and then infiltrated Allison’s office building the next morning. I approached her at her desk, taking in her sharp features and suppressing my anxiety from seeing her again after such a long time - especially under the circumstances - and said, “You need to come with me, Allison.”
“Go where? What are you talking about?”
“You’re being targeted. We need to get you out of Jiyu.”
“Why? Targeted? I don’t - by who?”
“Come on. I’ll explain later.”
When I got her out to the truck, I said, “The Company you work for – Jiyu – is developing a powerful bioweapon.”
“It’s far from a weapon, Jon. It’s an experiment, for research purposes only.”
“You’re being tricked, Ali. That’s what they want you to believe. They’re going to release it all over the world.”
“Jonathan, there are programs –“
“I’m not crazy, Ali," I said, staring into her dark, hazel eyes, "I wouldn’t be deployed here if there wasn’t a verifiable threat.”
“Fine. Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that I believe you. Where’s your team?”
“Your team. I know you wouldn’t be here alone on his – where are they?”
“It’s just one other guy. We…” I trailed off, unsure how to explain to her that we had been arguing about killing her. “We had a small disagreement.”