The Other Side of the Door FINAL

"Okay, whew! Im finally here." In large green letters, "567 Lincoln Place" stood out against the white awning that covered the building. Tyra entered Neelan's building without thinking twice. "Im allowed to do something crazy once in my life right?" It was as if someone answered her question with a "YES!!," because she continued walking. Tyra walked right passed the guard at the door without an issue. It seemed as if he sensed something up her sleeve because he smirked as she headed to the elevator. Tyra was in such a rush that as she exited the elevator at the penthouse level, she neglected to realize "Pertison Presidential Suite" printed on the wall to the left of the elevator doors. Instead, she held her head straight and went right. Neelan opened the door and tried to act surprised. "Hiiiiii, um, Mrs. Morgan." Yes, he had to ACT surprised. Lets not forget he was watching her. Just then, it was if something came over Tyra. She kissed him deeply, sensuously. She pushed him into the apartment, and slammed the door. "Wow. What do I owe the pleasure of...mmm...this...mmm...huh?" Neelan was realizing that although he was watching Tyra during her private moments, she was NOT who he thought she was. He reached to unbutton her trenchcoat, and she slapped his hand "Not yet, Mr. Pertison." He dismissed the fact that she knew his name to good memory. He reached over for the gun as he kissed her, under the impression that as it got hot and heavy, she would lose sense of time and space. He pulled the gun on her effortlessly as he kissed her. She was none the wiser as he put it close enough to the back of her head, to end her existence as he had done so many others. He pulled the trigger. She giggled. "Its not loaded. I emptied the clip while you were with Aubrey last night." BOOM rang out as she shot him and watched his body crumble off the bed. Ironically, Neelan was paying so much attention to what he was doing, he didnt realize the FBI chain hanging from her neck, right where the first button of her trench coat was. You see, this whole time, Alyssa Greavans, whom we all knew as Tyra Morgan, was an undercover agent out for the capture of Neelan Pertison. He killed her sister when she was 16, and since then, all she did was hunt him down. This is what she carried with her always, his face, his technique, his green eyes. Yes, that was always with her. As she left that day however, she left Neelan Pertison, her pain, and Tyra Morgan on the other side of the door.