by Sovak111 » Mon Jul 16, 2018 8:20 pm
07:55 Doyle’s Residence, Bekenial
The text message she had just received was simple enough, and not one she would soon forget.
YOU'RE BLOWN, GET OUT
She had raced around her living room reaching for any hiding place that might contain evidence of her motives. Throwing her desk lamp to the ground she broke its ceramic base, then pushed through the broken pieces to grab a flash drive that had fallen to the ground. She raced upstairs to her closet. She ripped clothes out of drawers in her bedroom, grabbing only what she could find. Stuffing the flash drive and clothes into a gym bag, she stumbled downstairs and out the door.
Rebecca Doyle walked briskly out of The New Liberal Party Leader's residence in the direction of the central train station. Sirens blaring in the distance began to get closer, then slowly but surely began to sound farther and farther away as she continued her purposeful walk to freedom.
1:32 First Class Cabin, Hutori Rail Service Bullet Train, Somewhere between Bekenial and Port Prosperity
Doyle looked at her self in the mirror. She began to slowly wash the bleach out of her hair.
"They'll be looking for a brunette," she thought.
She grabbed a pair of scissors out of her bag. She took special care to cut in half every single credit card and her national ID card. She opened her compartment window and tossed the pieces outside. Doyle returned to the mirror.
"Time to disappear," she thought.
The woman who had once held the nation hostage took a deep breath, and began to cut her hair. Emotion overcame her. She fell to the floor of the railcar and began to weep. "What have I done?"
17:42 Platform D, Prosperity Union Station
As the train pulled into the station, armed police officers rushed on board. Passing through dining car, they immediately headed for first class. "Nobody leaves!" shouted the sergeant in charge. They began to search each compartment. Knocking on each door and interrogating each passenger.
After the officers had passed through her car, a tall blonde woman in a form-fitting bright red dress stood up from her chair in the dining car. Leaving a large tip on the table, she grabbed her coat and draped it over arm as she calmly exited the train. As she walked deftly through the hustle and bustle of travelers arriving and departing through the train station lobby, she rustled her now pixie-cut length hair before raising her hand to hail a cab.
Rebecca Doyle got into the backseat of the taxi. "Where to, miss," asked the driver, not knowing he had the most wanted woman in the world in his back seat.
23:37 Dock 34a, Port Prosperity
Doyle looked at her watch. "They're seven minutes late," she thought to herself as she looked out at the sun rising over Prosperity Bay. The tall thin woman with gaunt eyes was no stranger to these docks. Her father worked the docks. Her brother worked the docks. She grew up just three short miles from where she now stood. Yet, this might be the last time she ever saw this place - the city where she grew up, the city of which she was once the Lord Mayor.
Impatiently she started tapping her foot as she looked out upon the horizon. The rendezvous with her contact from Providence was supposed to be here by now. Where was he? Why was he late?
Her phone began to ring, the name "McShane" flashed across the screen. Her Deputy Party Leader was calling. Doyle answered.
"Robbie, you can't call this number anymore."
"Becca, what in the hell have you done? Where the hell are you?"
"Robbie, I've got to go. I can't stay."
"Are you really going to abandon us now? After all we've worked for? All we've done. We're so close to victory."
"Robbie, calm down. They know. They could be listening."
"What are you talking about? How could they possibly know?"
"They know."
Deputy New Liberal Leader Robbie McShane paused, his mind racing.
"Becca, get out. Get out now."
"I'm not in Bekenial anymore, Robbie."
"Where have you gone?"
"You can't know... Just know that I'll be back. And I'll be bringing some help."
"Wha... what do you mean? Don't do anything stupid, Bec... you can't..."
A small fishing boat, flying an azure flag emblazoned with the outline of a white flower, entered the bay.
They were here. They were finally here.
"Goodbye Robbie."
Doyle threw her mobile phone into the air. The sound of her old friends' protestations gave way to the satisfying noise of her phone splashing into the bay.