Chapter 11

From the time I left my old life and entered this one... I always had my guard up.  Always so scared and paranoid I would be found.  The first two years were more about trying to adjust more than watching my back.  But after Luke came back... that guard that I always had around me in the back of my head was as strong as it was before I left Albany behind.  I was so on edge with Luke around those few days, I would have thought I would be prepared for this.  At least not be shocked.  But... how was I suppose to realize this would happen like this and tonight?

Jack dead and laying on my bed was one thing stunning my mind to pieces.  But that was completely wiped away from my head at the feeling of such a force behind me.  I was stunned for a whole new reason - one that I didn't respond to well.  I didn't think fast enough and was just... shocked.  And with enough reason I think too.

I mean... what the hell?  That was the first question, followed immediately by 'who' next.  Who?  Who the fuck was in my house? Who and why and will I be safe?  Jack was dead so that was quite obvious.  Of course, I was just stuck.... What was going on?  All just short little thoughts circulating in my head as I stumbled harshly forward. And in that action, I knew it was nobody that stopped by for a friendly chat.  It was a rough shove from behind me.  I tripped over to my feet, trying to stay balanced, and having to catch myself against the bedside table quick enough before I could fall - which is what I did before I would have fallen onto the floor.  My palm digging into the edge of the table, I didn't waste time.  When I had enough stability, I turned around and faced whoever this was instantly, the back of my legs and ass against my bed.  I couldn't get any further away. 

He was well over six feet tall.  With wide shoulders and enough muscle to take any decent fighter down.  Strong and capable of hurting someone with a pinch.  Looking to be in his mid 40s, with short brown hair framing his pale square face... I noticed something very unsettling.  His eyes... a shade of blue that was hyper.  All over me and alive with excitement.  His lips were flat but his expression looked so fascinated.  And unfortunately enough, looked menacing and dangerous all at the same time as well.  He was supporting a plain yellow tee shirt that was tucked into his jeans.  But I could see all over him what he was doing here - and literally.

My heart was beating fast.  If not first for seeing my precious and innocent dog lying dead on my bed then because of him.  Now... the sensation of that heart beating rapidly in me changed.  Twisted and hurt at the sight I couldn't miss taking him in. With the yellow shirt he had on, it was contrasting with a bright and fresh red.  A red that was somewhat splattered slightly; a big spot of it was on the side of his stomach too.  I knew it was Jack's blood.  I can imagine my little buddy putting up a fight and that's no doubt why there was so much blood on my bed and now on this man's shirt.  Who was the one that obviously killed my dog.  And now... who the fuck knows what he is going to want to do with me.  I couldn't let him tear me up like he did to my little pup.

"Who the fuck are you?" The look in his eyes.... As I stood there, there was no way I could have wondered any more what this was.  It wasn't some random guy robbing me and killing my dog.  I knew well enough that he was here for me; he was here because of Reid.  He was here to take or kill me.  I had to defend myself somehow and get out.  And as I stared into his eyes from across the room, stunned, I was happy I wasn't that shook up to forget about my gun in my bedside table drawer. It was that or fail at trying to run through the door he was blocking.

I was glad I asked him a question.  Talking could always give someone time.  Even as I was so close to the drawer I needed to open... I needed to be on time.  I had to open it, grab the gun, and aim it.  Not much but enough to where I might be too late with him watching every move I made like a hawk.  Even as I inched sideways towards my table....

"Who I am does not matter.  I am here for you.  He wouldn't stop barking and the little thing was protective so I had to slice it up," he said in such a stone voice, a very nonchalant tone along with it.  It showed he didn't care and his eyes were the same: they weren't worried. But they were alive as they darted all over me and watched me intently.

I saw what he meant by his comment about killing my dog.  It made my heart jump to hear him say those words - which alone hurt me terribly.  Made me feel worse with why, I noticed.  Looking to his arm, right below his elbow, it was very bloody and battered.  But it was his blood, not my dog's.  Jack must have bit him I could see with the little punctured bite marks in the man's skin.  He tried to fight the man that entered our house.

Swallowing hard as I looked back up into the man's eyes, I moved a bit closer to the drawer... until I was there. My leg was right against it.  I just needed to open it and grab it.  Not much to do but it might be enough if I'm not ready or if I don't time it right. His eyes watched me carefully... and it didn't look as if he was going to look away from me.  I was trying to judge the space between us more and I really didn't know if I could do it.  With where he stood at the door and where I was.  Either way, I had to respond to his words as my thoughts ran in circles.

 "Why are you here for me?" I already knew....  I needed more time.  I knew I should have opened the drawer and pulled it out before.  I shouldn't have thought about it.  Because in the next moment... he moved.  He moved and stepped more into my room slowly.  Slowly but enough to where he was nearing me.  And that's when I didn't have a choice. 

I could see it in his cold eyes.  His intention to physically take me as he slowly neared and I wouldn't just let him.  I had to try to stop him, even now.  So I did what I was trying to judge before on how to do.  I watched him with wide eyes near me and did what I knew I had to now. I turned my body towards the drawer, and pulled it open hard and fast.  My eyes were fast and looking in the drawer, moving from him and where I reached inside it to grab the gun.  But right when I grabbed it, he was already on me with seeing I was trying something rash.  I just gripped it when I felt him trap my other arm in his hand and yank me forward without warning.  Before I could even see he was right on me.  It made me gasp and made my hand scrape the inside of the top of the drawer as he made me rip my hand from it.  And with that, he made me stumble forward with him as he grabbed my other arm, trapping me against him.

My eyes were wide and fast, staring up at him as he was staring down at me with venom in his gaze. I tried resisting instantly.  Starting with where his tight claws were gripping my arms tightly. Because this couldn't be happening to me.... Oh no ladies and gents.  Not after all I have been through.

"No! No!" I screamed up in his hard face.  His jaw line tightened but he still didn't appear worried in the least.  It only made me try to strain back away from him more and fight him off.  I used all the muscles in my arms to try to break from him, to shake him off me, but he barely moved.  He didn't even seem bothered when I used the proper techniques I knew.  "No fuck-- Ugh!" I grunted and moved closer, trying to knee him in the groin. But upon coming closer, his arms tightened and I had absolutely no room to fight against his hard body.  My chest was forced forward to his as his arms acted as iron cuffs.  I tried pushing back and moving away... but I couldn't.  I screamed at the top of my lungs, eyes digging into his staring down at me blankly.  My body was shaking in pressure to break away from him as my eyes were locked in his.  And all I could think... was that I needed to break his strength. Because at the moment, I felt so useless with how he was using his muscle, even against what I already knew as defense techniques.  It couldn't end this way... this wasn't the end of my fight from this.  It couldn't be.  I wouldn't allow it.

So next... I did what came instinct to me for having realized I was in serious trouble now.   That's why, with clenched teeth and a resisting body... I put all my weight into what I did next.

I got low and let my weight drop, his arms forced to support me as he grabbed me to keep me up.  I felt the strength in him with how controlled his motions were, even as I struggled, twisted in his grasp, and turned and tried kicking him.  But this time... as I dropped my weight, I at least did enough to give me a chance.

Getting low, he didn't expect me to instantly jump back like I did.  And when I did... his hands were looser.  It was enough for me to take that and run with it.  Because as I dropped low and then jerked back up, I managed to tear my arms from his grasp. I did what I had to do as fast as I could with the freedom I gained. 

I pushed him back a little with a hard shove from me.  Enough space for me to swing my body back and clench my fist.  His smooth face was about to get a dent in it like I wanted more than anything with the anger swelling up inside me.  And I let it out. I struck forth fast enough, punching him hard in the face.  It made him stumble back I saw, wincing at the impact it made.  I winced too at how much that punch hurt.  But I didn't stumble or pause; I couldn't afford to.  I was moving as I watched him back up with grunt.  I wasn't wasting time. 

I ran towards the bedroom door fast.  Running through it and out into the dark hall as fast as I could, I was about to make it out to where it opened up to the living room and kitchen.  However, before I could reach the end of the hall and run left into the kitchen to hopefully run out the door, Mr. Tough was on my heels.  My heart was already beating so fast, with fear pumping through my body.  My eyes were wide as it was with desperation to escape this man.  You guy's can imagine how everything heightened when I heard him run me down from behind me in no time.  To where I didn't have a chance to turn into the kitchen.

He was on me too fast to be able to escape.  He hit my body with his, tackling me from behind just as the hall ended and the living room began.  It made a grunt leave my body as soon as I felt his hands dig into my back, pushing me to the ground with the rest of his body.  And at that moment... all I could think was just no. No, no, no this can't happen now. I couldn't let it happen now....  And I tried to fight as hard as I could to scramble up to my feet the moment I felt him take me to the ground with him swiftly pinning me.  His body over mine... I could barely move my stomach against the ground. I was forced down and stuck.  Yet I was still fighting.  I wouldn't stop fighting, ever.

"No, no, no!  Prick!" I screamed, my cheek being forced to the ground with the more weight he put over me.  I felt his chest on my back move up, his weight forcing my face down. His legs trapped mine.  I tried clawing at him behind me, pushing him off....  Nothing worked, especially when I lost the freedom of my hands when his hands pinned my arms to the floor too. I kept screaming in panic and frustration, my jaw clenching as I felt my eyes close.  And with that, even with the haze of defeat, I still tried to move and fight.  Even with it useless.

I felt the man take a deep breath of relief.  As long as he had me pinned, he wasn't worried in the least.  Which I didn't like.  I tried fighting but it got to the point where I could just barely squirm under him, he was forcing himself down that hard  "Shh..." he said in response to my struggle and screams at him. "Shut up, girl," he said in an annoyed but calmed voice. 

My eyes could only see the wall of the living room and part of the sliding door. His weight woudln't even allow for me to lift my head up.  I was stuck.  I was a like a fish under a boot.  I was screwed was what I was.  I lost... Or at least I could feel that defeated glaze come over me.  I didn't think I would get lucky after staying away and alive all this time.  I escaped a lot of shit and didn't think I could this time.  I had nothing that would make him get off me.  I had no gun.  I didn't have the strength he did.

But someone else apparently did I learned.

I was trying to push back and get this guy off me.  And I knew that it was no use.  But... it somehow happened.  Where I felt him just move off of me in the next second with a choking noise coming from where he was now.

Confused and panicked, I moved with feeling I was free of him somehow.  Turning and rolling over from where I had been on my stomach.  Only now... I saw what was happening.  I sat up with my hands, propping me up from the ground.  And as I was able to see, my eyes zeroed in on the sight before me.  It got me on my feet in a second as I stared wide eyed at the scene before me now.

Of Jackson.  Who had came up from behind the man on me and wrapped a thick black wire around the man's neck.  He pulled the man back, yanking him completely back off me and to his feet with him in an instant. I watched with wide eyes too as the man stumbled back, strained with where the cord around the front of his neck tightened at Jackson's will.  He pushed his chest up into the intruder's back, arching his own to give this asshole not much chance to move.  Jackson had clear advantage.

My eyes searched them both in shock.  Of the men facing me where they struggled a few feet back; they were locked in a battle of strength and ability.  The guy who attacked me groaned harder and tried desperately to claw at the wire around his neck.  To try to wedge his fingers between his skin and the wire tightly against it.  Therefore, the man's hands were occupied and not trying to fight. It allowed for Jackson to gain more control with where his face was bent forward over the man's shoulder to look up at his expression. And I could see a hatred in Jackson's eyes.  A heat and a need to end this man that would dare intrude into our lives.  I heard him say one thing to me throughout all of this: "Albany... get out of here! Now," I heard him say with clenched teeth through his tense body.

Jackson, jaw tight, his arms were up on each end of the wire, holding it even tighter with a grunt.  It made the man's lips part in a struggle to gasp.  But Jackson showed nothing but will and determination. He was holding the wire even tighter as I watched his muscles work.  His hands gripping it so tightly I could imagine it made his own palms bleed.  Especially because I could see the sharpness of it cut into the man's neck.  Until red started to form around the wire.

They stayed in that one spot for a while, the man struggling to loosen the stubborn wire - and Jackson forcing it to stay there.  But after a moment, as the man noticed his hands were getting him nowhere, he tried something else.  He started to back up, forcing Jackson to back up swiftly to as they stumbled and grunted.  Wide eyed, I saw it was getting worse too.  Especially when I noticed the man back Jackson up with him and tried shaking him off; he even resorted to something else too.  I watched the man grunt and groan and before anything else... he threw his head back.  Jerking it back with Jackson behind him.  I saw it hit his mouth hard and in result it made the struggle to keep the wire tight that much harder.  It sent me into action knowing Jackson might not be able to handle this on his own.

My legs moved automatically. It all happened within seconds too. I booked it down the hall just after I watched the man back up Jackson into the lamp that sits in the living room, knocking it over and breaking it with a loud crash.  I had to stop this.  I had to make sure the guy doesn't turn it around on Jackson.  That was my job.  And so I ran into my room as fast as I could, scrambling over to where the bedside table drawer was already open from when I tried grabbing the gun. This time, I will get it. 

Ignoring the sad sight on my bed, I shoved my hand in the drawer and grabbed the gun.  It was a good thing I kept it loaded. It made me even more eager as  I grabbed it and ran back out my room, down the hall, and towards the loud sounds of crashes and grunts; I could hear them slam into the wall.  I was just happy I saw Jackson was still holding on when I entered the room again.  It was a hard struggle.  The man clearly was strong and I saw Jackson looked a little sore and bloody himself trying to restrain this animal with the wire.  But that was the last thing on my mind.  Especially with the sight before me I needed to change.

"Jackson!" I yelled at him, needing to get his attention.  I needed him to get out of the way for this.  For something I dreaded.  Something I never wanted to do again.  But if I must, I will without hesitation.  I couldn't let this happen and I won't.  I knew Jackson saw that in me too.  He knew I would do it if something like this happened to me.  And as I watched Jackson, I saw he didn't pay attention to me right away as I raised the gun up before me. I watched in shock as the man tried backing him up into the wall on the far end of the room.... But Jackson only tightened his grip and managed his feet well enough. He stepped off to the side before he coud hit the wall.  And in return, Jackson's bloody hands gripped the wire harder.  He swung the man like he was horse on reins, swinging him with his weight until the man stumbled hard into the wall thanks to him already backing up.

I heard the wall give in and the drywall break.  And from where I stood a few feet back with the gun, I witnessed the side of the man's head slam through the wall on the wire, his body slamming into the wall too and allowing a low noise of the wall break.  It was enough to put the man choking on his breath to the ground.  And at that point, it was my turn....

"You fuck," I growled at the man who, now on the floor, had no choice but try to loosen the wire with his fingers as his vision tryed retruning.  Either way, I knew he could hear me as I walked forward and looked down at him as Jackson held him in place with the wire like a collar.  The guy was on his knees and I saw he didn't have what it took to move much besides strain his neck to try to breathe.  As I stood before him though now, and stared down at him, I knew he would have tried fighting more.  He would have if I wasn't holding a gun to his head now.  

I watched him carefully.  The bruised man with blood that started to leak out down his neck from where the wire was cutting in him.  Even with not much light, I could see that.  His fingers were clawing at the wire with no result, but his efforts looked to be stopping; his face was turning colors.  To a deep red with watery eyes.  Eyes that managed to find sight again and stared up at me widely, struggling as I watched....  The sight was too much even with me sternly pointing a gun down at him. That's why I felt relief at hearing Jackson.  "Albany," he said to me in a stern voice. 

My eyes glancing up to Jackson, I could only be thankful he was here.  I was so happy he came and helped me, somehow and someway.  It took all of him but he wore the man out to where we were now: with us in control and the man losing air by the second on the floor.  Jackson didn't dare loosen it either.  I couldn't blame him as I stared up into his livly eyes right then.  Besides his hands, his bottom lip was bleeding.  His hair was a mess, hanging around the frame of his face and I noticed his shirt was torn too. 

"Albany..." his eyes in mine burned with intensity.  He spoke to me clearly, with a stone voice as I listened to him carefully.  "You don't--"

"J-- ahhh," I heard come from our feet, interrupting Jackson's words to me.  My eyes shot down to the struggling man with the wire.  I didn't know if we should kill him or not.  I didn't know if it was necessary.  If it was, I would do it.  But at the moment, I was so surprised he was trying to get words out.  His voice was distorted with the wire tight but he still tried.  He stared up at me, they his eyes shifted to Jackson, looking up more behind him.  And in return, Jackson kept a stone face.  "Blahck..." the man choked out. His throat moved and I heard the disturbing sound of him choking.  "Eh-J-J-J-ugh," he started to stutter and shake more. He looked like he was going to talk some more or at least try. And when I noticed he started to struggle more against the wire, not caring I had a gun to him, that did it.

Jackson decided that was enough of that.  And really fast too.

Jackson was always a very strange man to me.  Staring down at the man now, I wasn't sure what I would want to do about this.  I would shoot him but did we really have to?  I apparently had no time to interject my input even if I had decided.  I was stunned with what played out within two seconds.  And it all started as I watched Jackson.  He moved from behind where I was staring down at the man struggling with his mouth open.  But my eyes looked up to Jackson as I watched in shock as he let the wire go around the man's neck.  The wire went slack and the man that was bound by it was loose.  Loose and tried inhaling as deeply as he could.  Jackson though, he knew what he was doing.

Jackson, after he dropped the wire, he stepped towards me and simply just... just took the gun from my hands before I could stop him or think to.  And with that, as Jackson grabbed the gun from me, he turned, aimed the gun down at the man with his bloody hand, and shot his chest with a loud snap and bang of the gun.

The bang rang loud through the air and it echoed through my living room. It hit my ears and my stomach with how shocked I was Jackson just did that.  I didn't expect him to do that that fast.  I didn't expect any of this!  I didn't know what to think.  I just stared with my thoughts becoming blurry and fuzzy.  Just watched as the man stopped struggling with his body.  The red deep line cut into his neck wasn't what held my attention.  It was his body that crumbled under him to my living room floor, blood spouting out behind him and splattering onto the wall that we were close to.  It was the gunshot that held my attention as his body fell to his side and more blood from the shot started to seep out around his clothes and then the floor.

As I stared down at the dead man now, shocked, I knew one thing. That as Morgan Honeywell... I felt this gunshot rip through the life I had just built.  Demolish it.  In more ways than one too:  with my mind racing of wondering what could happen now.  And my heart beating with the pain I tried blocking from what was a long while ago. All returning and now, even more.  What the hell is to come for us now? In the future and for our minds?  And to wonder... if people are coming too.  I think this tonight was answer enough.

I couldn't have stopped Jackson from doing it.  I didn't have the time and Jackson just... did it.  But to be honest, I don't know if I would have regardless.  I could feel my nerves tingling and I could feel my chest fill with a weight of what I just witnessed before me.  But I wish I could say I would have stopped Jackson if I could.  But I wouldn't have... and to be honest, should we have anyway?  This man killed my dog, tried to take me, and now this turned everything upside down in our lives. 

I stared at the body before us for a long moment.  My mind... numb almost it felt like.  But I couldn't look away.  With my heart racing and my body feeling sick, I couldn't do anything.  I didn't know what I could have done!  I didn't know what to think, how to process this, how to accept this happened... Jesus Christ.  Jesus fucking Christ.  I stared at it for a long time but then... I just closed my eyes.  I had to as I felt this want to make me just stop everything.  Stop seeing, hearing, thinking if I could do so straight.  I didn't want to... but I had to. Even more so when I heard Jackson speak up from where he was standing at my side with that gun still in his hand.

"Albany... I had to do it," he said in a quiet voice. Still very stone, very firm, and quite serious, but worried too.  He must have seen my expression.  "Do you understand?"

I nodded slowly, my gaze slowly rising up and meeting his. "I...." I started and stopped.  I just stared up at him and searched his eyes.  Brown with meaning and understanding of my shock.  Of hope I would be okay.  Of hope he would see I understood back.  And I did.  I did understand.  "Yeah.  Even if... if he lived... we couldn't have risked it.  Jackson he was trying to take me," I said in a louder voice, shaking my head and I had to turn around from where I stood facing the body.  I could only try to keep my stomach steady.

I mean what was that?  What was that?  What just happened?  Firstly, they are here!  They know where I am and are for sure after me.  And it's thanks to meeting Luke like I did. Now, I was in serious danger.  This guy was not the one and only guy working for that bastard.  There were more.  And not only that, we now have a fucking dead body in my living room.  Where do I even start on that?  Between the shock of Jackson killing him and of panic of what to do now....

Jackson had an answer.  And even in how shocked I was, I found it astounding how he remained stone and calm, even when his eyes were crazy with fascination and observation.  When his met mine when he stepped  back and looked to me, they shot through my gaze and he spoke with purpose.  "This is not good," he started simply.

I groaned and rolled my eyes; of everything I can react to that.  "Yeah no fucking shit."

"You have a ton to tell me," he said, raising the cut hand not holding the gun and gesturing towards the body.  "This guy was here to take you.  Because he knows who you are," he stated.  Not as a question.  Just an observation and one made with mixed emotions on his face.  Like controlled worry.  

I took in a shaky breath, my eyes falling from Jackson's to the floor - away from the blood and dead man.  Swallowing thickly, I just... all I could do was run my hand up and through my hair.  I knew Jackson was going to find out now.  But do I really care after this if he knows about Luke being here?  Not at all.  I couldn't talk about this just yet.  I needed to cover other things if my mind would allow it. Starting with this incident right here. I was glad though I didn't have to push much.

"You are damn lucky I saw this other man outside of your house.  I was getting ready for bed and looked out my window, saw a guy at your front door with that wire...." Jackson paused and shook his head, looking down.  "I would be sleeping and you would be gone."

I raised an eyebrow at what he said and my gaze zeroed in on his.  Made sense.  How else could he have known this was happening to help?  I was intrigued - and it was a happy distraction too.  "Wait, there was another one outside?  Did you kill him?"

He nodded.  "I didn't have a choice.  I didn't know who this was and so I just started walking over to see, not knowing he was dangerous.  I saw though that he had that wire," he said pointing to the bloody slack wire he used,  "and tape though.  He came after me right away but I managed to... put him... to the cement on the driveway.  I didn't..." he struggled for a moment and I watched a disturbing expression of conflict cross him at remembering this.  "He was fast and I didn't have a choice," he said in a softer final voice, his eyes finally rising and meeting mine.

I sighed, nodding my head.  I understood and I could see how true his eyes were.  That he didn't want to kill the man outside - and he was disturbed by killing two people tonight total.  But he was strong with it as I watched him calmly breathe in.  My eyes looking up and into his, I pursed my lips.  I didn't know... anything. I didn't know what to think about this.  Or about this man that attacked me.  But a new thought occurred.  A disturbing one that made me think that maybe Jackson did something like this before.  "You shot him like you did this before," I said quietly up to him, searching his eyes.

I watched him before me... his eyes narrowing slightly.  As if daring me to go on about what he could see I was getting at.  I trusted Jackson - I really did.  I was satisfied how quickly he responded to me.  "Yeah.  Because I have. I work with the FBI.  I watch after people like I'm watching out for you.  I know how to handle these situations," he told me in a firm voice.  I could see in his eyes he was speaking with sincerity it looked like.

I nodded to him and sighed.  "I'm just surprised is all," I said in a dead voice.  I glanced over at the body.  The reminder.  

"Well now everything is a mess," he said nonchalantly and I watched a second later him wince.  He cringed slightly and I saw it was from his cut and bloody palms.  "First thing is first though: we leave."

I knew that had to be what had to be done.  I couldn't stay here.  How fucking crazy was this?  Where would we go?  How are we going to live?  Man... I didn't even know what to think - how to think!  This wasn't just about Luke gone for good from my life.  Now my dog is dead on my bed, I have two bodies on my property, I don't know whether to trust the FBI or not, I don't know what to do.  I don't know....

I could feel my body start shaking in place and I couldn't look at Jackson.  I didn't want to look at anything, deal with anything.  I didn't want shit to do with shit.  I wanted my man right now! I wanted my dog!  I wanted to be fucking happy and now... that chance is shot straight to hell.  Straight to fucking hell. I had this chance and it didn't work out as Morgan Honeywell.  Now I was screwed.  Even if we can somehow become safe, how?  How do you really know for sure?  All I can say is that the FBI better have my back after they lied to me.  They were still the FBI.

My eyes were closed and I don't recall how but my hands managed to rest on my head.  My face I could feel was distorted with conflict and I didn't know how to feel calm.  I didn't know how to slow my heart.  And the weight on my shoulders... that won't be leaving anytime soon. 

"Hey," he said in a softer voice.  But I didn't open my eyes.  Jackson decided to rest his bloody hand on my arm, not caring. It made chills run over me at the slick feeling of it. I was focused on him though.  He stepped closer.  "I need you to look at me."

I took in a long deep breath and opened my eyes.  Staring up into his which appeared slightly concerned.  I could only ask him... "Where are we going?  FBI headquarters?  New identities, new life?  What?" I asked, not knowing.  Not sure of anything. 

He didn't answer me for a long moment.  He just slowly pursed his lips and took in a deep breath himself.  As if he didn't want to answer me at all with the question I asked.  "No.  We are just... going."

"What are you talking about?" I asked in a shaking voice.

"The FBI will come here and clean this up.  But... you and I are on our own," he put in a delicate fashion, looking down into my eyes... as if he was worried of upsetting me. No wonder.  Did you people hear his words?

I was stunned.  I didn't understand and more so, I felt a nerve hit.  Panic ran through me and I didn't like what he said at all.  My eyebrows shot up, eyes wider and I felt my lips part slightly.  I could only stare at him for so long though.  "What do you mean?"

"I will explain it in the car.  But we really need to leave.  I will tell you and I hope you tell me what you did to fuck us over," he said in a normal tone.  He wasn't giving me shit after all that.  Instead he just nodded towards the hall.  "You go get your things and we will go.  Hurry up too.  We don't know how much time we have before more are on our asses."

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This was the longest it took me to upload.  And I greatly appologize.  I do not want you guys to think I didn't try to when I was busy.  I have been trying for over a week and finally I got it.  Hope you enjoy it!