I AM HERE

It's so hard to be the best...

Hmmm, the burgers at this place is delicious! After I left the gas station bug-free, I had to make several detours to shake off possible pursuers. I had decided to do a little road trip through several states before going to Brundtland. I had already passed two states and I'm on my third now. I had to stop at some point. I was getting hungry and conveniently found this diner.

After I got my order of a quarter pounder cheeseburger with a side of thick cut sweet potato fries and diet Coke, I silently ate my food and observed the patrons inside. I want to know if something out of ordinary is happening. Nothing so far has gone awry in the immediate vicinity so I continued to eat my food.

When I was almost finished with my food, a group of men went inside the diner. Strutting like a woman who owns the runway. Yes, they walked in like they own the place. I know they're bound to make trouble for everybody. They positioned themselves at the counter and looked around the diner. A waitress came to get their orders and scurried away once she did. I finished eating my food and slowly went to the cashier to pay for it. I hung my head low so I don't attract too much attention from them while I gathered information.

"How much?" I asked the cashier with a neutral tone to my voice. Good thing I took my disguise off when I was nearing the border of the first state I passed by. Oh, I forgot. All of the six years that I was with Henry, I always wore a disguise. I always wore my copper colored wig, as well as the colored contacts. This is all because of the lovely bastard Chase Williams. He knows that Clara Snow had a daughter with raven black hair and had bright violet eyes. That's where my moniker came from, my eyes. The only thing I didn't take off were my contacts. It's too risky to let everyone see my eye color.

"A quarter pounder cheeseburger, thick cut sweet potato fries, and diet Coke. That would total to $10.99, darling. Do you want anything else before I print the bill?" I stopped to think and decide if I should get a doggy bag for the road trip back to Brundtland. I checked the what desserts they had on display and my eyes landed on the chocolate chip cookies, and blueberry muffins. "Can I have five of those choco chip cookies and two of those muffins for take out?" The cashier nodded and went to pack my treats while I wait in front of the cash register.

In my peripheral view, I saw one of the men who were sitting at the counter looking at me like I'm going to be his new conquest whether I like it or not. He's good-looking enough to get whoever he wants in his bed but he's not my type. And as long as he won't actually touch me, he can look all he wants. He won't get me anyway. I focused all of my attention to the cashier who is now coming back with my treats.

"With these babies, your total is $15.99, darling." I gave the cashier the money with a $5 dollar tip and went out of the diner. I can still feel the heavy gaze of the guy who was looking at me earlier. It feels like he's undressing me. I don't want to stay here any longer or else I'll gather a lot of unwanted attention from the people of this place. I placed my food on the console and went to get one of my bags of weapons, mostly the guns bag, and placed it under the passenger seat just in case they're going to follow me because let's face it, that's a big possibility.

I went to the driver's seat, started the car and drove away as fast as the state will allow me to. But once I hit the highway, no one will be able to out drive me. I heard shuffling feet behind me when I was nearing a red stoplight. Well, s**t. They're going to surround me at this rate. I waited for the light to turn green because the second it does, I will zip it out of here before they can corner me. They are messing with the wrong b***h.

But luck won't cut me some slack because they are now by my side in a matter of seconds. The perv opened his window that faces mine and started talking. "Hey, what's the rush? Come and have a few drinks with me for awhile. I'll make sure you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Someone's cocky. I looked his way and gave him a saccharine smile and said, "Thanks, but no. I have an important appointment that I just can't miss. Maybe next time."

Thankfully, the light turned green. I revved up my engine and sped past the limit they set within the state limits. Who cares! I need to get away from these assholes. And as expected, Mr. Perv wouldn't take no for an answer. Him and his mindless minions followed me. I smirked when I saw them through the rear mirror tailing my baby. They won't know what hit them. I don't care if they knew the place better than me because I also have aces on my sleeves. I don't need to know the terrain personally, I have my tech to do that for me.

I put the car on auto pilot. Yes, my car has an auto pilot setting with a specific speed and direction. I took my laptop and punched in the code that will give the best and fastest way to lose those douchebags. All while getting some of my guns out to pop their tires if they get too close for comfort. Henry made me disassemble and assemble a revolver so that I could make my own gun if the occasion demands it and I don't have a gun with me. So naturally, most of my guns and bullets were custom made by me. My bullets can cause nausea, muscle twitching and can sometimes cause paralysis because of the fact that it was dipped in the essence of a poisonous plant called horse-chestnut. I tipped all of my ammunition in one or a combination of poisons to have the desired effect.

I wore my leather gloves and loaded the guns with bullets. When I was done loading the guns, my laptop pinged and showed me the way to the nearest highway. I sent that to the GPS system of my car and shut the auto pilot so that I could drive. I put an earpiece in my right ear and made the GPS lay out the direction for me through the earpiece.

I successfully got to the highway but the fun was only starting because they actually caught up to me. I have to give them some credit. Let's see if the can catch up to me now that we're on the highway. I'll have another detour before I can double back and finally go to Brundtland and lie low. I turned my speed up a notch and see how they'll react.

I'm observing them through the rear view mirror when I saw one of them poked out of the cars ceiling with a gun in hand. I immediately turned on a knob on my console and car spewed out a noxious gas that knocked out the living daylights of the guy holding the gun. I laughed my head off at his fate but my laughter was short-lived because another asshole started shooting out the side of the window. I turned the car again on auto pilot set to go to Florida, in Tampa at a speed that I can still shoot them precisely in the middle of their eyes.

I took one my guns that can shoot several bullets per minute if I want it to, and went to the middle of the car and opened the ceiling door to start shooting them as well. It's unfair if they can shoot me all they want but I can't. I also had on me one of my precision scopes to get a precise shot. I then started shooting not at the shooter, but at the driver. Even if their cars use thick fiber glass as windows, my bullets will still be able to pierce it. First shot went straight to the driver's heart. Bull's eye! Next shot is to the tires so they collide with the other cars. s**t's about to hit the fan because I also did the same to the other cars, and thus they collided with each other and crashed to the side of the road. All that's left is Mr. Perv's car. I won't kill him but instead bust his car for trying to hit on me when I was minding my own business.

I shot one of his side mirrors, shot his hood and shot his tires. I saw his face filled with dread and horror when he saw me shoot his hood. He had the sense to jump out of his car because it went up in flames after he did. I smirked at him, waved goodbye, and went back in my own car to drive my way to Tampa, Florida. I need to stop over later to change my license plate because I knew Mr. Perv got my plate number. I should also decide if I should change the color of my car. Maybe a cherry red, what do you guys think?

Damn, that shoot out made me hungry again. I opened the bag of goodies and started munching on them. I soon was out of Georgia and entering Jacksonville, Florida. I stopped at another gas station to fill up my tank again then went my way to the nearest motel to stay for the night. I'm tired and my ass is sore from sitting in the car all day long. Plus I need a shower and a change of clothes. I checked in, took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and went hunting for dinner. I came across another diner that serves barbecue sandwich. My stomach grumbled at the idea of a plate of barbecue back ribs. So I went in, sat at the counter, and ordered their famous barbecue back ribs. While I waited for my food, I took out my phone and called Mr. Sawyer.

"Hello. Sawyer, how can I help you?" Hmm, he must not have seen the caller ID. "Hey Mr. Sawyer. It's June. Any news on Henry's case?" I asked him, curiosity hitting me hard. I want to know how he died. "June! How are you so far? The coroner who did Henry's autopsy said that he was stabbed in the heart after struggling from his murderer. They didn't get the murder weapon but he was speculating that the weapon used was a serrated knife or dagger. And Henry died because of blood loss." After he said those words, I had a hard time digesting the information. But nevertheless, I didn't cry because Henry would kill me if I did. He doesn't want to see me cry. So I sucked it up and answered Mr. Sawyer's question earlier.

"Thank you for that information, Mr. Sawyer. I'm doing fine so far, well, except for the fact that I was involved in a shoot out with a couple of perverted douchebags on the highway. Except for that, I can definitely say that doing swell. Thanks for asking. I got to go, Mr. Sawyer. Good-bye!" I ended the call because my food arrived. The waiter that served it in front of me was looking delicious as the food on my plate. Mmmm, I don't think I mind flirting with him for a bit. I said my thanks, started digging in my food, and enjoyed my view of the waiter. This day couldn't end any better than this.