Thread: Vertigo (VivifiedVanityxSeven)

RE Vertigo They should have known better than to get into a station wagon - and to an extent, Jackson did know better - the wood-panelling should have been their first clue that things weren't going to go according to plan and then again, nothing really had for some time now. The first sad rev of the engine lasted all of four seconds before it cut out and Jackson stared straight ahead in silence, expression blank as he listened to it creak and die several more times, taking them just another step further from their escape route - a route they hadn't really even had a chance to figure out before it had gone wrong. Lisa was correct in thinking his chances of being able to get away on foot were slim at that point - he had expended most of his energy in the airport, and while he could likely manage to fuel himself with a second or even third wind out of pure force of will, he knew that each time would be more draining than the last, and if he was caught, he was likely to be forced to continue on Malevre's schedule. His eyes shifted to the mirror again the grunt was moving along the rows of cars, checking for signs of life, evidence of Jackson having been there, or still being there - the others would still be inside, combing every inch of the building for him. Jackson opened his mouth to speak, but his voice fell away when he felt warmth on his shoulder his head snapped sharply to the side to look at the hand that was on him, but seconds later he was being tugged down on the seat, an action he went along with, if only because he didn't have the capacity to argue about it right then. Together they slouched down on the ancient, corduroy-and-plaid seats and Jackson became more aware of the smell of the car from that angle and he had to turn his face to get a few strands of Lisa's hair from his mouth, letting out a huff of air to assist in the process. He was silent for a moment, staring at the dry, leathery dashboard in front of him and ignoring the way his entire body seemed to protest any movement he forced himself to focus again. Encountering Lisa, he decided, hadn't been part of Malevre's schedule, not yet anyways - within the confines of the airport, they wouldn't have been able to act, the plan would have been to intercept her at some point between then and her next flight out. With that in mind, it had been purely by chance that he had seen Lisa, an act of sick irony or pure luck, depending on perspective. They don't know you're here, Jackson said finally, reaching for the ignition and twisting the key only to find it jammed in place he was still for a moment, fingers still on the key before he tore the thing from the ignition with a horrible, angry scrape of metal on metal, tucking it into his palm, And they certainly don't know that you're here with me . The longer they kept it that way, the better off they would be. He craned his neck, looking out the window the dog was at the end of the lot, looking in windows before he crossed over and began to move down their row Jackson shifted and slipped up close to the door, reaching for the handle and tugging it as quietly as possible it gave with an audible pop and the door hinges creaked as it opened Jackson stuck his head out, concealed by the SUV beside them, crouched down in a bizarre position that had him half-hanging out of the car. From the vantage point of the undercarriage, he could see the man's feet moving gradually towards them. Four cars to your left, there's a 2011 Audi A8, Jackson said, If you breathe on it, the security system will activate - you're faster than I am right now. I need you to get out of the car - stay low to the ground, go around the front, and set off the alarm.