"Look who is talking about love! Didn't you say there is no love?!"
"Don't know. Said I ?!" I said with smile.
"When I see you, tell me everything. Uncensored!" Atoosa said.
I handed over my luggage and sat on a seat in the middle of the airport.
"Ah, Atti. It was amazing. Best night of my life," I said Blushing.
"Nooo!, don't tell me know. I wanna hear in person. No fun on the phone!" Atoosa said after a short pause,"when we meet?"
"Umm… weekend?"
"Not today?!"
"No I can't! I have a work to do."
No one, not even Edwin, knows I'm going to LA for a work. If things go well, I will most likely find my next target easily.
No matter how hard it was, I postponed my meeting with Atoosa to the weekend. Portland Airport was not very big. I don't know! Maybe it was like that for me, because I have usually seen the New York airport, it seemed to me like it was lonely here.
My flight was at 10 AM. My plane was relatively big. The flight attendant guided me to my seat which was by the window. A middle-aged woman sat next to me with her son who was under ten years old.
"Mom, let's go by train. or bus." The little boy said to his mother in fear.
"We can't baby. Just, be cool. Flying feels good." His mother said.
I was watching them. The mother could not convince her child. If She knew a little psychology, She could calm him down.
The flight attendant came and told the passengers about the safety tips and this made the boy more afraid.
"What's she talking about?! What is going to happen?" The boy said in fear.
"No sweetie. It's all a lie," his mother think a little,"remember when you were a child, you wanted to be a pilot? think about it. Think you're a pilot."
The boy looked out of the window next to me. I could see the anxiety in his eyes. He held his mother's hand tightly. I closed the window.
"Hi little boy. What's your name?" I said.
The boy looked at his mother first, answered hesitantly,"Theodore,"
"I'm Elizabeth, Theodore.Your first flight?"
"Yes ma'am,"
"Why are you worried?!" I asked with smile. Trying to make him feel comfortable.
"This is a plane. We all die with a technical failure."
He seemed smart. The way he spoke showed that he knew more than his generation.
"You look smart young man,"
"Yes he is. He studied those three classes in leaps and bounds." His mother said.
"Wow," I said with gusto,"Listin Theodore, can I talk to you like a Man?"
"Sure ma'am,"
"If the plane crashes, we all die. That's a fact,"his mom looked at me strangly,"But the probability of this happening is very low. If you went by bus, you would be more likely to die."
Being the logical guy Theodore is, I talked to him about the mathematical possibilities, and in the end he was convinced that the plane was much safer, and more convenient, than the bus and the train.
The plane started moving. At this time I was talking to him to distract him. Because he was interested in math, I designed a mental game so that he would not notice the movement of the plane. Mental battle between an elite and a smart! Theodore was very easy to take, but I let him beat me because I wanted his first flying memory to be enjoyable. Seeing a happy child makes me feel good.
This is my first time in LA. But it is no different from the rest of America. They are all the same.
But the reason I came to LA. Do you remember I once talked about one of my old friends from university? Computer genius.
The bell of a house in the east of the city rang,"who's this?"
"top elite,"
"Oh shit! Elizabeth, is that you?!"
"Don't you wanna open the door?"
Georgina, my former roommate, happily opened the door. Her house was a villa in a quiet neighborhood. As soon as She saw me, She hugged me tightly.
"Long time to see you. What are you doing here?!" Georgina asked eagerly.
"Georgie...you're killing me!" She hugged me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
She backed off,"Sorry just, I'm so happy to see you," she took my hand,"Come in,"
Georgina was a beautiful girl with blue eyes and brown hair. Her father is American and her mother is Russian. Her family was rich, like mine. From the university, She wanted to live independently and as soon as She was able to find a job in a company, She separated from his family who were in DC.
"Have a sit" she said.
Georgina's house was big for one person. On the small table in front of the TV was a laptop that, if I guessed correctly, was hacking a site.
Georgina quickly prepared and brought two cups of coffee,"what's up?! Where have you been?! Why you didn't call?!" She asked.
"You know me. I'm not a call person."
I must mention that Georgina was depressed like me. Her younger brother fell into a river during a camping trip and died, and She has been taking medication ever since.
"What are you doing?!" I mentioned to laptop.
"Nothing. Just killing time. Hacking the systems of my rival company. By the way I forgot to say. I am the head of the IT department of the largest commercial company in the city."
"That's great. Congratulations." I encouraged her.
Some more details about my old friend: In the few years of our acquaintance, I realized that I can control her like a doll. Although She is a genius, She is easily deceived. She is actually a dumb genius! Also, unlike me, she has a very active sex life, so almost every night when I wanted to come home from the library, I would come across a sock on the door handle. I don't judge her. Everyone can live however they want.
"You know, I expected you to be with a man when I see you. Don't have a boyfriend?"
Georgina laughed," you know me, Ella. Men are nothing but a short pleasure for me."
She took her laptop from the table,"So, tell me. Why you're here?"
"Do I have to have a reason?! I'm here to see my friend,"
"Come on! We both know that's not true. Don't worry, just tell me,"
Another fact about Georgina: She is bisexual and she likes me. Therefore, it is easier to control. People are weak against the people they love.
"Ok you got me. I need your help. I'm doing something dangerous,"
"What is it?!"
"Can't tell you yet. You should tell me first. You're in?!"
She smiled, steared at me,"I'm in. very tired of easy jobs. I need a real challenge,"
"I'm a serial killer!" I said seriously.
She didn't surprised. You might think it's wrong to say this to someone I haven't been in touch with for years, but you should know that Georgina hates rapists just like me. You don't need to be a victim to hate them. A little sympathy is enough.
In the university, we had talked many times about killing these people. We agreed that if each of them wants to do this, we will help her. I don't trust Georgina, but why my own psychology! I am sure that I can make an impression on her so that She even sacrifices herself for me. So don't worry guys. The situation is going to get better.