New York City, NY
Jeanette finally gave up struggling in the backseat as she realized there was nothing to do to help herself. She continued to watch the changing face of the driver, mesmerized and at the same time wondering if she was going crazy. Maybe the stress of the job was getting to her. She should take another vacation to Barcelona. As her thoughts drifted off, the driver pulled into a lot with one building on it. He put the car in park and he turned off the engine.
"Where are we?" Jeanette asked, looking around her, "What are we doing here?"
"We are waiting," the driver said, face still flickering.
"Who are we waiting for?" Jeanette asked, but she got no answer, so she changed her question. "Why is your face doing that? It's really starting to freak me out,"
"Oh, sorry. I meant to take it off after we left the city," the driver said, removing his watch, the instant it left his skin, his face stopped flickering. It was a very handsome face indeed, a strong jaw and kind eyes. "Couldn't have anyone seeing my face with you in the back. You're wanted now, you know."
Jeanette's eyes widened. "Wanted? For what?" She was starting to panic again. She'd have to go into hiding. Did one of her colleagues rat her out? Was this man to interrogate her or to save her? She wasn't expecting an answer, but she got one anyway.
The man grabbed a tablet from the glovebox, turned it on, and opened an app. Video recording of Jeanette's office played, and he rewound it to when his partner first entered the building. Putting the tablet on the plexiglass separating driver from passenger, Jeanette watched as she killed all of her comrades in a bloody and ruthless manner.