The girl flinched at the sound of another voice. [i]How'd he get in here? I locked the doors and double checked them. Stay calm.[/i] the girl didn't want to die, but she could at least do it with some dignity. Then, he saw the monitor and his tune changed completely. [i]He wants information, then he can have it.[/i] from the looks of it, the account was old, but from the image she was on currently, you couldn't see that. The question was if she could find the place herself ahead of the crazed psycho holding a gun to her head for almost no reason.

"I memorized the address from his homepage. It's," she gave the old address, falling silent when she finished. This had to work, or she was going to probably kill this kid. She added on, for the sake of posterity, "the information's old, but still viable. Please don't kill me." why did she say that? She sounded uncool and pathetic. Not to mention she was lucky as is that he didn't pull the trigger. She'd have to figure out who wanted her dead. The CIA? She didn't even go near those crazy americans. MI6? No, she wasn't insane. Maybe she stole from a mafia cover? She covered her tracks though, so whoever found her out was very good.

Which only made her more scared. If they were sending assassins and killers after her, what did she steal? She only kept a minimal beat on the underground, and she'd been disconnected from the internet so long that she thought she was going to die. Well, she thought she was going to die right now, but the black haired girl was far too stubborn for that. It was too bad that if he didn't stop holding that gun to her temple she was going to collapse into a puddle of anxious goo.