The Game

Victor paused before the door to a shack in the woods. Jeanette Sinclair was inside sleeping. This was his opportunity to get her out of his life once and for all. He broke open the door with all his might, and Jeanette popped awake with her gun drawn. Victor was prepared for this. Suddenly he dropped to his knees sobbing. "Jeanette can you please just go away. I want you out of my life so I can finally live in peace." He was crying like a big baby at this point. "Seriously, can you just fake your own death or something so the people at the FBI get off my back and so I can retire. We've been at this for like fifteen years or more. I really just want this whole thing to be over." Victor looked around at the nice shack Jeanette had found. "Hey wait. Maybe I could fake my own death, and then live here in this rustic house. It would be like I was living in some crappy nature adventure story." Jeanette at this point was amazed by Victor's lack of dignity and also his short attention span. He had literally jumped from begging her to leave him alone to being fascinated by the house. It was just too much for her. As he was walking around the little shack she snuck out the door slammed it shut and locked him in there. It would be an hour or so before Victor realized that Jeanette was gone, so she figured she was going to lose him for sure this time.