Jessica Strong

Jessica Strong Plot Background - "Meeting Secret Location"

                 Jessica Strong Plot Background –
                    “Meeting Secret Location”

     Carl is pacing around his living room. “Where is she?”

     Just then the front doorbell rings. Carl answers it. “Oh
good, it’s you.”

     Thirteen-year-old Misty enters that house. “I’m sorry that
I’m late. My mom got home from work late. She said something
about a traffic jam slowing her down.”

     “That’s okay, Misty,” says Carl as he follows Misty into the
living room. He sits on the couch next to the chair she sits in.
“I’m just glad that it’s you and not Social Services.”

     “Social Services said they would be here sometime today,
but they haven’t gotten here yet. You do know what to do if they
show up before I get back?”

     Misty smiles. “Of course, I do. This isn’t the first time
that something like this has happened.”

     “I’m sure you do. Jessica knows what to do too. I just want
to make sure.”

     “I shouldn’t be gone to long. Wouldn’t have even called you
tonight if it wasn’t for Social Services.”

     Just then seven-year-old Jessica comes running in. Suddenly
she stops and looks at Misty, then at her dad. “Are you going
somewhere? You said you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

     “Yes, I’m going somewhere, but it’s not what you think. I’m
not going to be gone that long. I promised you I wouldn’t be
doing any more assignments, and I meant it.”

     “That’s why I’m going out tonight. I’m going to tell them
personally that I’m no longer working for them.”

     Carl gets on one knee and hugs Jessica. She hugs him back.
“I won’t be gone too long.”

     After reminding Misty about no boys, no drinking, and no
parties, etc. Carl leaves. Carl drives to a large empty building
and goes into it with his guns out. Before he goes into that
building, Carl checks out the outside of it very carefully. He
slowly scans it inch by inch. Carl counts seven Professional
Killers outside that building.

     “They are going to need a lot more than that if they want
to kill me.” Carl says as he gets out of his car. He slowly
walks toward that building. Constantly pointing his guns at each
of the killers as he walks across the open area between his car
and that building. None of them don’t even try to kill him.

     Carl enters that almost completely dark empty warehouse. He
keeps to the shadows to keep himself from being seen just yet.
For the next few minutes, Carl uses those shadows to walk around
that dark empty warehouse. Carl walks around those shadows three
times. Stopping every few seconds. Suddenly Carl stops. He looks
at the single light in the center of it that shows Carl a small
circle of light.

     Just then Kevin and Olivia step into the circle of light.
It’s Kevin who speaks first, though. He speaks up to be heard.
“Carl, we know you are here. Come out into the open so that we
can talk to you.”

     “I’m not ready to be killed just yet.” Every word that Carl
speaks comes from a different part of that warehouse.

     “We aren’t here to kill you,” yells Olivia. “We’re only
here to talk to you?

     Carl’s smile can’t be seen in the shadows, but that doesn’t
mean he’s not doing it. “Then why have you brought at least
seven Professional Killers with you?”

     “You know us,” says Kevin. “We don’t go anywhere without
someone to protect us.”

     “Why do you want to talk to us?” Olivia asks.

     Carl starts walking around the shadows as he continues to
speak from all around it. “You know why we are here. I’m here to
get you to stop trying to contact me for assignments. I told you
about eight months ago I wouldn’t be doing any more of them.”

     “We know what you told us about future assignments,” says
Kevin. Like Olivia, Kevin looks in the direction of where Carl
is speaking from. “You know you can’t just leave Secret Location
like that.”

     “I never said that I was quitting Secret Location. Just
that I would no longer be doing any more assignments.”

     Kevin and Olivia look at each other. It’s Olivia who speaks
first. “That’s what we don’t understand. Why do you no longer
want to do what you do best for us.”

     “It’s nothing personal,” say Carl. “I just don’t want to do
it anymore.”

     “I’ve made more than enough money to live very comfortably.
I don’t need to do it anymore,” continues Carl.

     Kevin starts slowly scanning that warehouse. “You know we
can’t just let you quit. No matter what you call it, that is
what you are doing.”

     “Once you join Secret Location you are a part of it until
you die,” continues Olivia. “Which will it be? Continue working
for us or die?”

     “I choose neither,” says Carl. “I’ve got the right to
refuse any assignment that you send me. You can contact me all
that you want, but I’m not going to except any of them. So, you
might as well just stop trying to do it.”

     Kevin and Olivia look at each other, but it’s Kevin who
speaks first. “Carl, you give us no choice. Since you don’t want
to work for us there is no other choice, you must be killed.”

     A lot of shots can be heard. Only they aren’t coming from
the Professional Killers. They are coming from the shadows all
around that warehouse. Carl must not have just planted devices
so his voice could appear anywhere. He must have planted weapons
too. Those shots are aimed at Kevin and Olivia. Only instead of
killing them they just bound off something as soon as they hit
the circle of light.

     “Did you really think we would let you kill us so easily?”
Olivia asks.

     “No, I didn’t. That was just a warning about what I will do
to you if you don’t stop trying to contact me. I know who you
are, and where you are. Don’t make me come after you because you
know that I will.”

     Before Kevin or Olivia can respond to what Carl has just
said, they see a light from outside as a door is opened. They
also hear it slam shut too. Carl has left the building. As he
heads for his car he takes out the seven Professional Killers
one at a time. They all try to kill him first, but they miss. He
doesn’t. A few come close, but not close enough to hit him. Carl
dodges them one way or another. He takes out the last two from
behind his car. Shaking his head sadly Carl drives away from
there in his bullet-ridden car that can bare move.


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