Agent on the Run

"What do you want with me?" I asked slowly.

Her hand reached up and pulled the facemask type helmet off. Long blonde hair cascaded down to pool overtop of her shoulders, as piercing light blue eyes gazed at me from a face of porcelain beauty. She was as white as I was black and yet she was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen.

"My name is Flicker and I want to help."

I fought hard to swallow down the instant infatuation I felt for this woman to ask, "Why do you want to help?"

"Because you work for the Agency for Good. One of your number set me free. I would like to take as much revenge upon those who created me as possible as well."

That pretty well answered the question and gazing at her I could easily see how such a determined woman could scrape down the side of a glass tower with Asia in tow. She was offering me help and I sorely needed it.

I stepped forward holding out my hand to her and curiously I saw her hesitate slightly before she grasped my hand gently in a firm shake.

"Thank you for saving my life back there and yes I would appreciate all the help I can get."

She nodded and released my hand, her cheeks slightly tinged red with humble embarrassment at my formal thank you. She had saved my backside back there and to say I was grateful was to put it mildly.

"I'm about two days away from my Jeep, but I'm not quite sure where exactly that is right now. I don't suppose you would know would you?"

"Follow me." She said softly, as she turned to move off into the jungle at a pace I knew was meant for my limited abilities and not hers.

Flicker glanced back time to time to check how her companion was faring. He truly could run long and hard, but he was still so slow and he was getting tired even though he didn't like to show it. He had pride, which was something she admired, as she could never have any for herself.

They would need to camp soon, as it was getting quite dark. It wasn't a problem for her to continue seeing, but soon he'd be stumbling unsure of his footing in the darkness. If he broke his leg and she had to carry him out of here she'd destroy his pride for good.

It was better to make camp so that at least one of them could retain complete humanity, after all how could one be human and not have some pride in oneself, Flicker thought darkly to herself.