It has been three days now since Ava has been at Mark's house. Nothing has happened, which is very odd. She was treated by Damian; her wounds seem to be getting better. However, every time he came around a dark aroma followed him, signaling Ava's war wall. He would always offer her a sweat smile. So, sweat that Ava had to think twice if it was genuine. He didn't do anything odd; Ava had watched him keenly. However, it seemed as if Cindy and Damian have a bit of chemistry together. Which only spikes her suspicion.

The sweet scent of waffles flows to Ava's nose, and she tries to not throw up. Waffles! Waffles! Waffles! That's all she has been consuming for breakfast everyday she spent here. Three freaking days of Waffles for breakfast! Is that the only thing they can make?

She watches Cindy as she sets the plate of Waffles on the table. 'Waffles for days', she says to herself.

Cindy approaches her; she sits beside Avagay. Cindy takes a paper from her back pocket. Opens it, runs her hands to take out the creases. It's the map of Clinton's house with little details that Cindy might needs.

"Could you explain this?", she asks Ava. " I've developed a theory of what '1212' means and the rest of your scribblings, but I need to make sure I'm correct", she continues then smiles. Fake! All fake, 'plastic smile.'

"'1212' is the code for the safe, which holds the treasure. It's in the room with the red 'x' on it", she says as she points at Clinton's office.

"That's his room. If the office door isn't open, you'll more likely find a spare key there. The window here you can get in and out the house", Ava continues. Eyes trialing from the paper to Cindy.

Damian walks in the room as she finishes explaining to Cindy. He looks at them both eyes sparkling with satisfaction. For what? Ava is dying to know. He looks down at the paper in Cindy's hands, a smirk finding its way to his face. Ava's gut starts to lurch. It's as if she did something wrong. Something like opening the doors of a lion's den or giving a murder a gun.

Cindy and Damien make eye contact, before Cindy nods. Damien clears his throat. "Christopher wants to see you", he says to Ava.

"Christopher wants to speak to me or you want to speak with Cindy?", Avagay asks, squinting her brows. Damien cocks his head.

"Well both", he smiles.

Avagay looks over at Cindy who has now folded the paper, then stands. She starts walking out of the room, but turns back, as she feels a pair of eyes piercing her back. Damien's and her eyes make four. There it is, that stare. His eyes share its interest, interest in her, Ava. He smiles and she walks away to where she hears Christopher's voice.

"You summoned me?", She asks, approaching Chris.

"Summoned?", he repeats looking puzzled. "Are you okay... you look so serious?" he then says.

Ava relaxes her stare and heaves a sigh. She felt like she came back from a mission, one that became a failure. She felt like she did something wrong. But what? That Damian, he; he was up to no good. She can feel it.

"Ava?", Chris calls.

"Yes! all good just thinking", she smiles. "You called me?"

"Yeah! I was...", clears throat. "I was just saying we are leaving soon. You should probably like y'know-"

"Wash up? Get it", Ava says, then giggles. Chris blushes with embarkment, as Avagay's gather smiles at their little interaction. It reminds him of when he was young, when Amelia was still alive. Ava looks over at her dad and smiles, her returns it. They have a lot in common and has spent some valuable time together over the three days. It's as if nothing has changed between them. As if everything is alright. Until Damian and her memories begins to rise.

She heads upstairs to the room she sleeps in, then to the bathroom with her necessities.

Ava lets the water rush down her body bringing all her worries with it. She relaxes. On the other hand, downstairs break apart on by one. Mark left for work, Damien a while after taking that he has some business to get done on the road and he would be back soon. Chris, Stewart and Cindy are left in the two-story house. They keep each other company, before Cindy gets a call on her new phone. She heads back to the two males after a while telling them that they should stay and rest. Afterall the mission had been completed and successful. They could take some time off to play 'catch up', while she heads back to HQ where work awaits her. Christopher agrees to this not thinking much of the matter, and just like that Cindy was out the door.

Christopher and Stewart chat a bit about the activities they could do today, taking into consideration Ava's condition. They agree on going fishing down at a nearby river. Afterall they still had a vehcile left, since someone came to pick up Cindy. Not suspicious at all. They spotted fishing equipment's in a corner and a barbeque which made it better. Fishing and picnic it is!

Christopher leaves Stewart heading to the bathroom upstairs. Avagay was taking quite a while in there. He wanted to use the restroom so badly he went to the next one on the other side of the staircase. Wehn he was finish Ava still hadn't left the bathroom. He thought of knocking her up, but then stopped thinking he would be annoying. A bang is heard from downstairs then some rumbling. He rushes downstairs.

At this time Ava steps out the shower checking herself out in the mirror. She puts herself together, thinking about Chris's opinion about her. She dries her now shoulder length hair, which she had stopped mid-way her shower to cut.

She hears banging downstairs but doesn't pay much mind about it. Afterall she is safe. She smiles at herself. While Chris holds his gut and groans in pain.

The adventures downstairs are not nearly as exciting as how he planned today's events. He was on a face-off with Cleopatra. She said a few words to him about 'him paying off', when he arrives downstairs. Then that was it he was attacked. A kick to the face and the stomach, leaving him hanging on to the support if a wall. He pushes himself up swinging from Cleo's kick just in time. He grapes her by her high hell and drags her towards him. He flips her over, her back kisses the hard floor. She grunts.

Christopher looks for Stewart finding him knocked out in the sofa as if he was taking a mid- day nap. He sighs, what will Ava think?

Cleo stands holding a fighting stance. They share a burning glare, before she attacks. She swings, he dodges he swings she dodges. They swing together fist combining. More punches are thrown before Cleo's heal kicks Christopher back. His feet skid as the try to keep him up right, Cleo wipes blood from her mouth, which received an almighty punch.

They both look at each other panting. They lung at each other, Christopher knocking Cleopatra to the floor. She winces as her back slams against the floor, yet again. They both struggle to pin each other down. Cleo kicks and kicks, until her knee connects with Christopher's dragon. His eyes open wide along with his mouth and he falls on her. She pushes him off. He holds his crotch. She quickly stands flashing her hair out her face, like the super model she is, then looks down on Christopher. She heaves a sigh.

"Damn. You are a strong baby.", Cleo licks her lips. "That's why I like you. However, orders are orders boo"

She digs her heal in his arm where he got shot and smirks at him. He lets out a scream.

"Bohooo not so strong now are you", she laughs. "Wait till that gay comes down here and see how pathetic you look", she laughs again. "Too bad she's just as pathetic as you. No wonder you guys are a perfect match. Looks like Cindy rubbed off on you both", she continues then laughs, forcing her heal into Chris' arm more. He bites his lip, however, holds his hostile stare.

He draws his pocketknife and stabs Cleo in the shin. She drags her foot back clutching her wound as she fell back. She looks at Christopher as though he is a criminal, then kicks him in the side as he tries to stand. He grunts but gets up holding his side and shoulder, which has begun to bleed.

"You son of a nutcracker," he whispers. Stumbling over to Cleo. She draws the knife out her shin, throwing it at him, which he easily dodges. He smirks.

"Guess you are one of the pathetic fools", he snickers.

"Pathetic. However, not as you guys. I wasn't used by someone who I trusted", she laughs. Christopher looks at her confused, then he remembers himself and Avagay running away from Cindy earlier.

"Cindy", he whispers. Stopping mid-way his walk to finish off Cleopatra. Did she really betray him. As much as how he believed what Avagay told him about Cindy's conversation over the phone some months back. He can't believe she would really betray him, especially to this extent. Cleo chuckles.

"Cindy?!", she chuckles. "Cindy?!", she chuckles harder. "She's just as useless and pathetic as you and that Avagay girl. Do you really believe he would leave you guys alone. Do you really think he would just dress Avagay's bruises? Unless you have never met him. Or you're pathetic. Oh yeah, I forgot you are. All of you! Pathetic fools are what you are. Even that boy name Mark. Who would love him? Damien? Ha Damien isn't even Gay. He's just as pathetic as all of you. He doesn't even know what love is-"

Cleo cheek sparkles with Christopher's handprint, ending her rant.

"Don't you tell me shit! Damien isn't like that", he huffs. Cleo kicks him in the shin, spitting blood afterwards.

"Now that's your problem. You don't know shit you only act. That's why you'll forever live with the guilt of killing John and Ava too when she's dead. Oh wait... I forgot I come here to kill you too and this traitor. She says looking over at Stewart. Christopher looks at her from across the room huffing at the tiredness the fight had caused. 'Where the hell is Ava', runs through his head. Then he sees Cleo standing and staggering towards him. He stands too using the support if the wall. She kicks of her shoes.

"Let me give you a tip for your next life. Never trust anyone entirely", she says, then draws a gun from her side. She aims it at Christopher and shoots. He dodges right in time. Tuning to take cover. Same time Ava walks down the stairs.

She stares at the barely noticeable room. The table broken and its pieces scattered onto the floor. She spots her father's body assuming he is dead her blood boils. Cleo continues shooting at Chris failing to see Ava behind her. Ava jumps on Cleo's back knocking her to the ground along with the gun. The weapon flies to the other end of the room.

The girls battle on the floor each trying to take each other down with dragging anything: hair, foot, ears, nose. Cleo's nails scratches against Ava's cheek she muffles her scream and punches Cleo in the nose. Cleo let's go off Ava's locks, the hand she used to claw Ava's face now clutching her nose.

"You all will die", she curses. "I can see why he wants to get rid of you now. Both him and James" she spats, then blood after.

Ava looks at her puzzled. She looks over at Chris as to ask him if he knows about this. He looks at her too, Ava then kicks Cleo across the face, as if telling her to shut up.

However, Cleo recovers from the kick quickly and swings her own feet knocking Ava to the ground. She gets back onto her feet heading for the gun. Christopher tries reaching Cleo before she gets a hold of the gun but fails. He ducks as she fires. He rushes under a broad piece of the broken table, where Ava heads too. Cleo fire three shots at the table. Then stops to reload.

Chris drags Ava and runs to the kitchen. They hide inside the pantry.

"What the hell is she doing here", Ava asks running her hand through her messy hair.

"I don't know. Apparently, she was sent to kill us-"

"By whom James? That doesn't make any sense-"

" No Damien. She said something about us being pathetic trusting in Cindy and all that bullshit", Chris says running his hand over his face.

"I knew that Damien was up to no good. I have nothing to say about Cindy more than she has been a liar all this time. Where are they by the way? Where is Mark? -"

"They have gone. Mark to work. Cindy to headquarters and apparently Damien had something to do on the road. How convenient?", he huffs.

"They planned this. Mark and Cindy and Damien they did? I knew Damien and Cindy were assholes but Mark too?"

"I don't think Mark is in this-"

"Why not? huh every shitting body should be a suspect including you. Everyone has been lying to me telling me piece of the story. Mashing up everything for me... for my dad. Gosh I don't even know if he's my dad again. He might be working with you guys", ava says pacing around the small room.

"Hey look-", Chris says trying to calm ava down.

"Don't f***info touch me! Don't you think you have done enough?", she shouts. Christopher flinches. Yes, he had made bad choices, he had made mistakes she had too. He f***ed up, so has she, so why was she reacting like this. A pain rips through his heart once again, another scar.

"Look I'm sorry. I don't know who to trust anymore. To hell I can't even trust myself. Just look at me! Who would have thought I'm a murder a freaking murder. This all started in the hospital", she sighs and runs her hand down her face. Christopher stands their heart broken and sorry. She's right! No one can be trusted not even yourself.

"Come out come out wherever you are. After all, if I don't kill you James or Damien will get you themselves", she snickers. The gun clicks and her shadow hovers over the pantry. Christopher and Ava look at each other, sharing the same gaze. Their hearts beat so loud in their ears it's as if it would explode.

Avagay looks up and sees flour she nods he head to it; Chris looks up and slowly takes it down two packs. He hands one to Ava. They nod their heads at each other. Each share the same thought 'We have to find a way out of here alive. We have to find The Way'. They look at each other then push the door knocking Cleo in the face. They throw the flour in her face then makes a run for it. Christopher takes the key from the key holder as Ava grabs her father. They bolt for the door, both now supporting Stewart, then a gun clicks.

"Hold your shit", Cleo voice booms throughout the room. They stop, eying each other questioning what to do now. They both turn around as Cleo tells them to, however both plans on how they will escape. Just then the door opens, reveling Cindy.

"ha look who is here. If it isn't the pathetic princess", Cleo says stammering towards them, as if drunk.

"Sister what are you doing-"

"Don't sister me you piece of shit. You're pathetic fool you thought I liked you? You thought those messages were for real? Pathetic. That's why uncle could use you. All you talk about is being the more favored, the princess. You are all mom ever liked, all uncle ever liked, all dad ever liked, huh? But look now the tables have turned. Mom is dead, dad is about to die... ha I'll kill him myself. He says he's Clinton one and only charming. Charming my ass you guys have the same personality. Damn pathetic! Oh, I forgot you're the pathetic princess and he's the pathetic charming. He hates you now, though. That's a shame. He never thought his princess would turn her back on him to be with her uncle, who now wants her dead. Your just pathetic; pathetic enough to trust Damien. Pathetic; pathetic; pathetic he just used all of you. Pathetic one, pathetic two and pathetic three... Even me I know when I kill you guys, I'm done for, but who cares at least he favored me last.", She snickers, then hiccups as if she's drunk.

She spits blood, and staggers closer. She raises her gun to shoot, but before she can do anything Cindy shoots her. Cleo drops to the floor a hole printed in her forehead, while Cindy nose flares. Avagay and Christopher look at each other then at the two sisters, confusion flooding their faces. It looks like they had a lot to find out.