Davis was already waiting for him in the next stall.
“Is that from the exchange?” Davis asked, leaning down to look at the bag.
“Yeah,” Turner replied.
“Here,” Davis said, reaching his hand under the stall to grab it.
Turner pushed the bag over to him.
“OK. I’m gonna leave. Wait two minutes and then go to your seat. Enjoy the rest of the show,” Davis told him.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Everything’s going fine. You’ll hear from me in a few days.”
“OK.”
Davis left and started walking down the hall. Parker couldn’t believe that it was actually him. He was dressed as a maintenance worker in a jumpsuit and baseball hat. She looked up at the ceiling and let out a big sigh. As much as she felt betrayed by Davis, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be the one to actually find him. Parker noticed he now had what looked like the same backpack that Turner had. She had a gun tucked under her shirt in the belt in the back of her pants. She put her hand on it as she started moving forward. She moved into the center of the hallway, plainly visible. Davis had his head down, trying to remain undetected. He looked up and saw Parker and he quickly stopped.
“Hello Heath,” Parker greeted.
“Alex. Great to see you again.”
“What’s in the bag?”
“Just some old clothes,” Davis lied.
“Tell me you really didn’t think you were gonna get away with this?”
“Get away with what?”
“Stealing classified information,” she whispered. “I mean, really? Did you think they were just gonna let you go without doing everything within their power to stop you?”
“It was worth the risk.”
“How? Look how far you’ve gotten.”
“Think I haven’t planned for something like this?”
“I can’t let you go,” Parker said.
“Alex. It’s me,” he moved closer. “I just want out from the CIA’s stranglehold. I know you want that too. I know you do. You can’t fool me.”
“But this isn’t the way.”
“A couple more deals and I’ll have all the money I’ll need to disappear and they’ll never find me.”
“They’ll always be able to find you.”
“Come with me,” Davis told her, putting his hand on her waist. “Just you and me.”
“You know I can’t. I’m gonna have to bring you in.”
“You won’t do that.”
“I can’t just let you go,” she said, agonizing over the decision she had to make.
“Yes you can,” he replied, backing away. “You won’t do that. Not to me.”
“I have to,” she sternly said, her jaws clenched.
“If you wanna stop me you’re gonna have to shoot me,” Davis said. “And I don’t think you’ll do that.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Parker saw Turner emerging from the bathroom. She took another couple of steps back. Once Turner saw Parker standing there with Davis in front of her, he stopped in his tracks and wondered what was happening. He then took a few steps to the side and moved toward the wall.
“Alex, what are you doing here?” Turner asked.
“Helping a friend move, huh?”
“I take it you two know each other,” Davis stated.
“She just moved in next to me,” Turner said.
“Did she?” Davis smiled.
“You two know each other?”
“Alex and I used to be partners…among other things,” Davis replied.
“Oh…wait, what? Partners…as in CIA partners?” Turner asked, looking at Parker.
“It’s complicated,” Parker told him. “How’s he involved in this?” she asked Davis.
“Only knows what I’ve told him.”
“So you’ve been stringing him along?”
“No more questions. We’ve stopped and chatted long enough,” Davis said. “I have to go now.”
“I’m not letting you go,” Parker replied, taking her gun out and pointing it at him.
“Alex,” Turner said, astonished.
Parker briefly looked at Turner, which was all the time Davis needed to get away. He swung the backpack, knocking the gun out of Parker’s hand. Parker quickly gathered herself,
“Is that from the exchange?” Davis asked, leaning down to look at the bag.
“Yeah,” Turner replied.
“Here,” Davis said, reaching his hand under the stall to grab it.
Turner pushed the bag over to him.
“OK. I’m gonna leave. Wait two minutes and then go to your seat. Enjoy the rest of the show,” Davis told him.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Everything’s going fine. You’ll hear from me in a few days.”
“OK.”
Davis left and started walking down the hall. Parker couldn’t believe that it was actually him. He was dressed as a maintenance worker in a jumpsuit and baseball hat. She looked up at the ceiling and let out a big sigh. As much as she felt betrayed by Davis, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be the one to actually find him. Parker noticed he now had what looked like the same backpack that Turner had. She had a gun tucked under her shirt in the belt in the back of her pants. She put her hand on it as she started moving forward. She moved into the center of the hallway, plainly visible. Davis had his head down, trying to remain undetected. He looked up and saw Parker and he quickly stopped.
“Hello Heath,” Parker greeted.
“Alex. Great to see you again.”
“What’s in the bag?”
“Just some old clothes,” Davis lied.
“Tell me you really didn’t think you were gonna get away with this?”
“Get away with what?”
“Stealing classified information,” she whispered. “I mean, really? Did you think they were just gonna let you go without doing everything within their power to stop you?”
“It was worth the risk.”
“How? Look how far you’ve gotten.”
“Think I haven’t planned for something like this?”
“I can’t let you go,” Parker said.
“Alex. It’s me,” he moved closer. “I just want out from the CIA’s stranglehold. I know you want that too. I know you do. You can’t fool me.”
“But this isn’t the way.”
“A couple more deals and I’ll have all the money I’ll need to disappear and they’ll never find me.”
“They’ll always be able to find you.”
“Come with me,” Davis told her, putting his hand on her waist. “Just you and me.”
“You know I can’t. I’m gonna have to bring you in.”
“You won’t do that.”
“I can’t just let you go,” she said, agonizing over the decision she had to make.
“Yes you can,” he replied, backing away. “You won’t do that. Not to me.”
“I have to,” she sternly said, her jaws clenched.
“If you wanna stop me you’re gonna have to shoot me,” Davis said. “And I don’t think you’ll do that.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Parker saw Turner emerging from the bathroom. She took another couple of steps back. Once Turner saw Parker standing there with Davis in front of her, he stopped in his tracks and wondered what was happening. He then took a few steps to the side and moved toward the wall.
“Alex, what are you doing here?” Turner asked.
“Helping a friend move, huh?”
“I take it you two know each other,” Davis stated.
“She just moved in next to me,” Turner said.
“Did she?” Davis smiled.
“You two know each other?”
“Alex and I used to be partners…among other things,” Davis replied.
“Oh…wait, what? Partners…as in CIA partners?” Turner asked, looking at Parker.
“It’s complicated,” Parker told him. “How’s he involved in this?” she asked Davis.
“Only knows what I’ve told him.”
“So you’ve been stringing him along?”
“No more questions. We’ve stopped and chatted long enough,” Davis said. “I have to go now.”
“I’m not letting you go,” Parker replied, taking her gun out and pointing it at him.
“Alex,” Turner said, astonished.
Parker briefly looked at Turner, which was all the time Davis needed to get away. He swung the backpack, knocking the gun out of Parker’s hand. Parker quickly gathered herself,
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