"Even more than what I am?" she said with a smirk.
"Yeah well, you're just a plain old psychopath. This guy craves killing."
"Hey, take that back."
"What, calling you a psychopath?"
"No asshole, calling me just a plan old psychopath. I work very hard at being the psychopathic killer that I am."
"Oh forgive me then."
"Okay, that's better…..and besides I too enjoy a good kill."
"In any case, if this pale face machine gun wielding guy in the subway is indeed the one called Reaper, then we have a problem."
"Anyone you can call in for help."
"From what, the agency you mean?"
"Well…..yeah."
"Remember they don't know I'm a part of this little half ass game. We are on our own."
"Then we'll just have to kill him then on our own," she said.
"Yeah but remember pretty lady, he took out mount Russian like nothing. I never saw a gun like that before. Its magazine capacity had to hold over 400 rounds, shit he put 300 alone into Ivan before it took him off his feet. My shit's powerful but it's no match for what he's got. Hell your guns…..will be like water pistols fighting him."
"Yeah, you're right about that. He does have the edge on us there."
"An edge…..fuck, he's got a whole god damn mountain on us. We can't fight that Aurora, we just can't."
"Since when do you back off from a fight? You're not the Matt Stryker I knew when we were in South America. That Stryker feared nothing, not even an army of well-armed terrorists."
"That was different, we had a chance back then."
"Oh yeah….. you, me and 40 gunmen aiming at our heads…..you call that good chances?"
"Well yeah, I had you by my side didn't I? But they were not phantom mercenaries who appear like ninjas, kill and vanish without a trace. Remember his sole occupation is to kill other assassins…… It's all he does and he's never ever going to stop until we are dead, he's like the Terminator."
"Okay, so then how do we handle him then? And please…..please stop referring to your damn sci/fi movies." Aurora said stepping up behind Stryker.
"I don't know but that's why I didn't want us to go to my place here in the city," he said turning his head slightly to make eye contact with her.
"Yeah about that, tell me again why are we in this shit box of a motel? I can feel the mold growing on me as we speak."
"If we went back to my place, he could track us there."