Most
people think of a vacation with their family as a good thing.
Usually, it is something people look forward to. You talk about the
amazing vacation you had and all the fun things you did with your
friends, and usually, they are all jealous. That was my belief when
this whole ordeal started. I was going on vacation! Great! This was
going to be a great escape from the mountains of work I had at home!
I wish I could say that this was how I would remember this “vacation”
forever, unfortunately, this is not so.
Our
plan was simple: my parents and I would drive from our home in
Cupertino, California to the airport in Oakland. From there, we were
headed to Orlando to catch a cruise to Cozumel, Mexico. Our family
usually didn't take big trips like this, so I was getting pretty
excited. The short ride to the airport seemed to take hours upon
hours. It literally seemed to be endless. After the eternal car
ride, we arrived at the airport. It felt like somehow, someone had
slowed time down and everything was taking longer than normal. We
were sitting at our terminal waiting for our plane to arrive and I
was getting anxious, so I decided I was going to start trying to
figure out where random people in the airport were headed.
I
was an ordinary 16 year old girl. At least that is what I thought at
the time. I had been raised to be very attentive to details. For
instance, most people in an airport would just walk right by the guy
dressed in a business suit and pay no attention to him. But my
parents made sure at a very young age that I knew when things were
off. Said business man was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt
and black Nike's. Yes, the business man was wearing athletic shoes
with his very professional business suit. Like I said, most people
would notice, but I did. However, nothing else really seemed off
about him, so I ignored him as soon as he went to his gate, which was
probably about a mile worth of airport hallways away. I leaned over
to my parents,
“Hey
did you see that guy wearing Nike's with his business suit?!
Weirdo...”
“Of
course we saw him! It's ridiculous what some people think they can
get away with these days!” So I went about figuring out where I
thought people were going and what they were up to. A few people
were going to beaches, and a few were on business trips. There were
also a few who had clearly pretended to go on a business trip, and
then lied to their husband or wife and met up with some “significant
other”.
Eventually,
our plane arrived and we boarded. Another thing I picked up from my
parents, was planning ahead. When you are in a new place, you always
make sure you know the quickest escape route. So as soon as I got on
the plane, I made sure I knew exactly where the exits were. I took a
quick look around to see who I'd be sharing the plane with for the
next several hours. For the most part, everyone appeared to be
somewhat normal. There were just a few odd balls here and there. The
elderly man with purple hair was the most troubling. As we flew, I
began making up a story in my head as to why this mans hair was
purple. While doing this, I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up
until we were landing.
We
arrived to a hot, humid August day in Florida. We made it to our
port and after waiting for what seemed to be forever, we made it on
to our boat. I was feeling pretty happy! So far, this vacation was
everything I could've hoped for! We meandered around the boat as we
sailed off to our Mexican paradise. There were a lot of things to
see and do on the boat. Food of all sorts, and so many activities, I
wouldn't have enough time to do them all before our time on the
cruise was done! I decided I wanted to explore our deck. Since we
were on vacation, I figured my parents would give me a little leisure
in what I wanted to do.
“Hey
Mom? Can I go look around the deck?”
“Sure!
Be back soon! And no talking to strangers! Even the cute boys!”
“Okay
mom. Whatever...” I left and began to venture around the deck.
There were a few cute boys but there was one man that really caught
my eye. His hair was slightly grey and he was very built. He wore a
Hawaiian t-shirt and Bermuda shorts. He had a big hat on and stood
looking out over the ocean intensely. I took note of his running
shoes and went on my way, exploring the rest of the deck. But for
the rest of the day, I couldn't get Bermuda shorts man out of my
head.
The
next day, I woke up before either of my parents, who slept like
rocks, even on the moving ship. I decided to try to be the good
little daughter they had always wanted (although for the most part, I
was a good kid). I left the room and went and got us all doughnuts
to eat for breakfast. As I was rounding the corner to enter the
room, I heard Bermuda shorts man. He seemed to be talking on the
phone. He was definitely speaking another language, maybe Russian or
Czech. I hid behind the corner instead of turning and walking into
my room. I found it entertaining to know things about people that
they didn't know I knew. It was often useful too. So, as I silently
stood just around the corner, listening to this older man speak fast
Russian (or something of the sort) I considered why he was talking in
such a hushed voice. My first thought was, “Maybe
he's going to propose to his girlfriend and wanted to arrange
something with someone so he could pop the question at the perfect
time!” Then
I realized that I think about marriage way too much, and the odds of
this somewhat elderly gentleman getting engaged at his age were very
low. It was also then that I realized he sounded angry. He hung up,
but then started a new conversation in English, although it was
spoken with a thick accent. It was hard to tell what he was saying,
but I heard the important parts.
“...I'm
here right now...yes, it'll be done by tomorrow...I have everything
under control...They wont even know what hit them and no one will
know...good day.” What I was hearing was a little bit unsettling.
I didn't really want to jump to conclusions but it sorta sounded like
this man was going to kill someone! I decided now would be a good
time to pretend I was just coming around the corner.
When
I rounded the corner, I was startled to see that Bermuda shorts man
was staring me directly in the face. “I knew you were there the
whole time you know. I don't take kindly to eavesdroppers. In my
opinion, they're quite rude. I thought your parents would've raised
you better. Seeing as they tend to be manner freaks.” I started to
panic, realizing that this man apparently knew my parents, and seemed
to not be a great person in general. “You see, I might as well just
kill you now, since I was going to do it anyways. I mean really,
whats a few hours difference?!” I freaked out. I had no idea what
to do. I had thought of some of the things I had learned from my
dad, who had taught me self defense from a young age. I decided I
should do something rather than let him keep talking. I casually
dropped the doughnuts. This man appeared to be an assassin because
whoever he was, he intended to kill me, and apparently my parents
too. I knew that if he was indeed an assassin, he was sure to be
armed with something, whether it be a gun or a knife. I came up with
a plan.
I
was going to kick out both of his kneecaps, and break both of his
wrists, therefore rendering him helpless. This way he couldn't walk,
and he certainly couldn't try to pull a gun or knife. “You should
really be more considerate of others when-” I cut him off mid
sentence by absolutely crushing his kneecaps. Screaming in pain, I
then destroyed his wrists. At that points, I decided I should shut
him up, so as to avoid making a big scene. So I crushed his windpipe
with my heel. He was immediately silenced, and shortly thereafter
very dead.
I
quickly, and quietly dragged him back to my room.
“MOM!”
I said in a hushed whisper, “This guy was going to kill us!”
“What
did you do to him? Who is he? How do you know that?!”
“Well,
I'm pretty sure he's an assassin, and he was definitely going to kill
us. I bet you twenty bucks he has a weapon. Oh and as for what I
did to him...I'm pretty sure he's dead.” My Mom gave me an unsure
look, as if to say, “I'm
not sure you should have killed this guy.”
She began going through his things. The first thing she found was a
very nice gun with a silencer, loaded, safety off. The next thing we
found was a seven inch knife. This meant I was right not once, but
twice! He had a gun AND a knife! After that, we found a cell phone,
and a business card that had a name on it. Alexander Korsakovich.
“My
gosh. This is the Slovakian assassin that tried to kill Lawrence.”
said my Dad, astonished.
“Who
is he? Who is Lawrence? Would you guys mind to fill me in on whats
going on?” My parents promised to tell me everything on the way
home. They managed to call a helicopter to the boat to pick us up.
How they did that, I have no idea. As soon as they could, they
dragged Korsakovich's body to the edge of the boat, and threw him
over. We got on the helicopter later that night.
On
the helicopter, we talked for multiple hours about everything that
had just happened and why. As it turns out, my parents had been
spies in Bosnia for years before I was born. They made a few good
enemies there, and apparently, obtained some information that someone
really didn't want them to have. And that is why this certain someone
sent a Slovakian assassin to kill my family and I. They had been
retired several years, and I suppose whoever wanted them dead,
figured that, “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” It was an
eventful family vacation, and I wasn't really sure what was going to
happen when I got back home. There was one thing that was for
certain though. Whoever wanted us dead, still wanted us dead, and I
doubt the loss of one assassin was going to stop this person from
getting us the way he wanted us: cold and dead with our lips sealed
for eternity.
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