[center][color=8493ca][h1]Christian Blackwell[/h1]
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Christian had expected to go to bed and pass out, like he had the last two months. Then he'd wake up and go to the crappy job that he had managed to get, to keep his crappy apartment and put food on his table. Come home and eat before doing the same thing over gain. Or at least that was until the something broke through his bedroom window. His first reaction was of course to duck and grab the glock that he kept under his pillow every night even still. He looked at his window, before standing up and reading the note on the arrow above his head. [color=8493ca][I]Son of a bitch![/I][/color]

Of course it had to be her. Of course it had to be Amanda who they sent after him! He knew that she was one of the best, she had taught him almost everything that he knew. He had liked her even then, he would even lose sometimes when they were sparing on propose, so they would have to go again. Their first mission in Las Vegas they had cuddled together even a few nights, he honestly could remember that more clearly than he could remember the mission. He ready had hoped she wouldn't have believed all the shit that had been spread about him, she was the one that knew him best in the agency.

Christian flinched back towards the bedroom door as Amanda came busting through his window. By the time he pulled up his gun, finger on the trigger and pointed at her, she already had a arrow pulled back and ready. Damn he had forgotten how fast she was. He already knew he wasn't going to use the gun in his hand. He wouldn't pull the trigger, he couldn't. Christian didn't want to try and kill Amanda, at the same time he didn't want to die. Even with the arrow aimed at his face, part of him was happy to see her. Oddly while he was feeling all of those feelings, all he could think was now he would have to pay to fiix that stupid window. 

A sad look crossed his face as he sighed. [color=8493ca]"Hey Ams."[/color] He said his finger slowly leaving the guns trigger. He could see the fact she was shaking, honestly he didn't know if that made him feel better or not. It made him feel better that she didn't want to kill him, but it made it worse that the agency had forced her to hunt him down. When she said that shit about faling the agency his face quickly when from sad to angry. She didn't know what she was talking about! When she asked why he did it Christian couldn't help but get her a look. [color=8493ca]"Why for the money of course, I mean look at the this fancy place I'm living in. Hell I'm rich, I eat the fanciest food, and I have the nicest bed there is."[/color] He said waving around a bit with his free hand.

[color=8493ca]"Damnit Amanda! I'm not a double agent, if I was a double agent I wouldn't be running around poor, barely making enough to feed myself. And may I just add that every time someone calls me Matt I want to kill them a little bit. I didn't fail the agency! The agency failed me!"[/color] He couldn't help but yell angrily at her, before a soft sad replaced the anger on his face. He looked down at the gun in his hands and shook his head. [color=8493ca]"I never thought you would be the one who took the job to hunt me down. I hoped you wouldn't believe them."[/color] 

Christian dropped the gun and kicked it towards her before looking at her and raising his hands. [color=8493ca]"You know me better than that Ams, I wouldn't stab you in the back like that. I'm not the double agent. Adams is, the files I was sent to get have proof."[/color][/indent][/indent]