The magnificent full moon was the only thing that made it possible to see anything in the dark forest outside New York. It was pitch black at some places where the light from the moon could not reach. But that was not a bad thing. It was the opposite. They needed to be able to hide their large van, in case the terrorists would spot it on their way towards the warehouse. And the van filled with electronics and people handling the communication between them, was colored black for a reason. She knew that. This was not her first time going out in the field to infiltrate a criminal organization. Unlike her, usually the agents that worked undercover were much more experienced than she was, since they had been working undercover for almost their entire career. She was a field agent. But sometimes she was more than that. Tonight was one of those times.
Erica leaned against a large tree as she stared into the darkness in front of her. She could see the trees shining light blue from the moon's glow. Everything looked like it was covered with a thin layer of ice. It almost felt as if that would be possible, since the air was cold and dry. The weather had been shifting from humid and warm on day, to cold and windy the next. It had been raining off and on. Typical November weather. Erica liked it, she always had, but tonight she wished it had been a bit warmer. Or at least have his body to press against, his arms wrapped around her and his hot breath on her neck as she stole his body heat. As she shivered, both from the cold and the thought of him, she regretted that she had not pushed Paul to let Kyle come with them. Erica knew that she would probably have been able to convince him easily if she had just asked. Paul was kind, and he listened to her. He had hired her when she was still pretty young, trained her up himself and they shared a special friendship. On duty, he was her boss, but outside of work they were good friends.
Erica turned slowly at the sound of Paul's quiet voice and found him standing a few meters behind her, his hands in his pockets and head cocked slightly to the side as he locked at her. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a dark jacket with the label FBI on the back of it. She had the same jacket. When she did not answer him, he continued.
"Are you ready?" He said.
"No, not really." She answered honestly. "But I won't be later either so let's just do this."
"There's the Erica I know." He said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, here I am." She replied slowly. "So what do need to do?"
"According to our heat detector there are at least seven persons inside the warehouse at the moment. There might be more on the way, we can't know for sure. We don't know if they are armed or if they have the C4 inside." Paul said firmly. "You need to find out if it is in there, and what their target it. Those are the most important things, except for your safety of course."
"Right." Erica answered.
"Wear this." Paul said as he handed her the flak jacket Hobbes had given her earlier. Erica slowly took of her FBI jacket and put on the bulletproof jacket. It was more of a vest, but they usually called it a jacket, for some reason. She covered it with her other jacket and adjusted her shirt so that her microphone would not be spotted.
"You good?" Paul asked as he looked at her.
"Yeah." Erica answered simply. "Let's do this."
"Okay then." Paul said as he nodded and started walking towards the rest of the group. Erica followed closely behind him.
"Bolling." Paul called as they stopped outside the large black van. After a few seconds Chris came out, clad in the same outfit as Paul and the rest of the team. "Is everything ready?"
"We're ready to start if you are." Chris answered firmly as he looked at Erica. When he saw no signs of hesitation on her face, he gestured for them to come inside the back of the van. The four young agents that were handling the electronics and communication barely looked up from their computers when they entered.
"Tell me the plan again." Erica said.
"The warehouse is located about 800 meters from here. There are at least seven people inside and probably a few more on the way, but we can't be sure. As I mentioned on the way here, your mission is to find the C4 and figure out what their target is." Chris explained.
"And the SWAT team will be ready to move in as soon as we get the information we need." Paul interrupted.
"Well, even if I get the information, they don't need to storm the warehouse." Erica said with a frown.
"Erica, as soon as we get the location of the C4, we can move in to arrest the people inside." Paul answered slowly.
"I can go in, get information we need, place a hidden microphone somewhere and then get out of there." She answered simply. "That way we can listen to everything they say and record it at the same time."
"I will not take that risk Erica." Paul answered. "We have no idea who we are dealing with."
"I think she might be right." Chris said slowly as they both turned to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" Paul asked with an incredulous look.
"Well, if we arrest the men inside that warehouse, how do we know that they don't have more C4 or something worse at another location? They might have more than one target."
"And that's why I should go in and plant a mic there before we let the team loose." Erica said firmly.
"Fine." Paul answered with defeat. He knew that if Erica wanted something, she would do it.
"I'll inform the team about the changes." Chris said as he walked away.
"And then we'll start." Paul said with a nod as he turned towards Erica.
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Jack looked up from the book he was reading and frowned at the sight in front of him. Sid was standing next to his lab equipment, in his lab coat and safety goggles, and a small glass bottle filled with another mixture of the virus he was trying so desperately to complete. He had tried to add several different substances, but none of them had worked yet.
Jack had spent the last few days trying to help Sid with the things he actually could do. He was a priest, not a scientist, so all he had been doing was order new substances for Sid to work on.
"It didn't work?" Jack asked, although he already knew the answer.
"No. It. Did. Not." Sid answered as he threw his hands in the air. "No matter how many different mixtures I try, nothing works. Not a single one. And I'm usually good at science and biology, but this; this is just out of my league. You guys and your freaking viruses are making me insane!"
"Calm down, you're not insane." Jack said with a tiny grin as he put the book down and leaned back to watch the young man.
"Don't tell me what I'm not." Sid said quickly. "And do not laugh at me right now, because if you do, I will personally inject you with one of the untested viruses that I already have in here, which you definitely wouldn't want in your system."
"Mhmm." Jack answered in an amused tone as he picked up his phone.
"Okay. I'm not going to do that. I'm not insane." Sid said as he took a deep breath to calm down.
"Are you done?" Jack asked as he glanced up quickly.
"Yup, just a momentary freak out." Sid answered simply. "Probably caused by sleep deprivation and high amounts of caffeine."
"You know, maybe you should get some sleep at night instead of spending it here?" Jack suggested. "Although, we do need that virus as soon as possible."
"Oh, like I didn't already figure that out myself." Sid muttered as he started gathering new equipment for his next mixture. The sink was practically filled with half empty glass bottles that had been used to try and develop the perfect virus.
"Are you sure it's perfectly safe to have all these chemicals at one place?" Jack asked as he stood up and walked over to the sink.
"They're not going to explode or catch on fire, if that's what you're asking." Sid answered simply. "But it's not the best place to put them, but I'm too busy at the moment to even bother washing all of those."
"Then I will do that." Jack said. "And you continue with the virus mixture."
"Great." Sid muttered as he poured some phosphorus into a few small test tubes. Then he added a different substance to each tube, to see which one worked the best. "You know, this is like the hundredth time I do this."
"I know." Jack answered. "I've been here most of the time."
"You've spent most of your time here reading a book about supernatural phenomenon or your Bible." Sid said.
"Actually the book is about science, but it mentions a bit about other things too." Jack answered with a small shrug.
"And one of those things is supernatural phenomenon, like Alpha back there." Sid said with a nod towards the door in the back of the lab.
"How do you know that?" Jack asked with a frown.
"I've read that book a few times." Sid answered. "After I discovered Alpha a few years back, I was desperate to find something similar, or at least someone that had found something like I did. So I bought a few books, read them all and threw them all away."
"Why?" Jack asked confusedly.
"Because what they describe in those books are nothing like what I found. I couldn't risk the chance of anyone finding out about Alpha before I was sure that I had done everything I could to find out what it was and where it came from." Sid answered firmly.
"Did you ever find out if there was someone else that had found something similar to Alpha?" Jack asked as he started the water in the sink.
"No." Sid answered. "But I guess as soon as the government gets a clue about something like this, there is no way they would let the people know."
"And that's why you kept Alpha down here, hidden from everyone?" Jack said, more as a statement than a question.
"Yeah, but I guess that was a good thing." Sid replied.
"To us, it's a really good thing you did." Jack said. "If you hadn't, we wouldn't have been able to understand anything about the Vs, or anything else for that matter."
"Well, I'm very proud to be a Fifth Column." Sid said.
"Good, you should be." Jack said and started rinsing the now empty tubes.
"By the way, have you heard from Erica today?" Sid asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yeah, I spoke to her earlier this afternoon. She told me that she was going out to New Jersey on some undercover mission." Jack answered slowly. "Why?"
"I just thought I'd update her on how we're doing with the virus." Sid answered. "An undercover mission for what?"
"She didn't really tell me everything, but I think it was something about a meeting with terrorists that had stolen a cargo filled with explosives." Jack answered firmly.
"Who has a van filled with explosives in New Jersey?" Sid said with a frown.
"Apparently it was a truck heading for the New York military base, but it never arrived." Jack answered and dried his hands on a small white towel.
"How come they get to go out and o undercover missions and save the world while we're stuck inside a lab doing the same procedures over and over?" Sid said.
"Don't you remember the last time you went out with us on a mission?" Jack asked with raised eye brows. "You threw up for ten minutes before you went in."
"That's not the point." Sid muttered.
"And I hate being out there, especially when I know people will get hurt." Jack said sincerely.
"And yet, you served two tours in Iraq." Sid said slowly.
"That was years ago." He answered slowly. "And I was a Chaplain, not a soldier."
Sid glanced at Jack, who had just picked up his book and sat down again, and decided to drop the subject. The look on Jack's face told him that it was not something he enjoyed talking about. So he turned to his microscope and continued with his own work.
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"Agent Evans, can you hear me?"
"Yes." Erica answered as she carefully walked through the darkness. "I hear you."
After they had been through the plan once again, Erica had left the team to go to the warehouse. She had her microphone under the collar of her shirt and a tiny earphone so that she could hear Paul and Chris during the time she would be inside with the terrorists.
"How far in are you at the moment?" An unfamiliar voice asked, probably one of the young agents she had met inside the van earlier.
"I don't know, I can't see anything in here." Erica replied slowly. "Maybe 500 meters or something."
"Then you should be able to see the warehouse soon." The man said.
"I think I see it." Erica said as she spotted a small light in the distance. "There is a yellow light shining."
"It must be the warehouse. There are no other buildings or houses in this area." The man told her.
"I'm almost there now." Erica whispered as she neared the location. She heard a muffled sound through the earpiece and then it was no longer the young agent speaking to her, but Paul.
"Erica, it's me." He said quickly. "Are you there yet?"
"Yes." She whispered as she looked around to be sure that there was no one outside the warehouse. "I'm right outside the door."
"OK. Here is what I want you to do." He explained. "When you get inside I want you to count how many people are in there and tell me. But be careful so that they don't suspect anything. I will continue to talk to you and the team is ready to move if something happens. Just give me the signal."
"What signal?" Erica said firmly. "If you decided on a signal, no one remembered to tell me."
"Well, it's a bit messy over here." He answered with a frustrated sigh. "When you need help or something happens, just say the word 'Christmas', and the team will move in."
"Christmas?" She asked. "How the hell am I supposed to work that into a sentence when we're dealing with terrorists?"
"That's your problem. Now go inside so that we can get this whole thing over with." He said firmly.
Erica slowly opened the wooden old door and took a few steps inside the spacious warehouse but stopped when she heard faint voices. They were coming from a room somewhere in the back. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying to push the nervousness away before walking towards the voices.
As she came closer to the room, a man suddenly walked out and almost bumped into her. Erica's first thought was to pull her gun out, but the young man mumbled an quick 'sorry' before walking towards the door she just came in through. She watched him walk away, contemplating whether to go after him. But she needed to get to the rest of the people inside.
Erica took a deep breath, calming herself down before knocking firmly on the door. There was a hollow echo and then only silence. The voices inside the room were gone and all she could hear was her own breathing. But then there she heard quiet whispers and footsteps. Then, the door opened and she found herself looking into the dark green eyes of a middle-aged man with short brown hair. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a grey shirt under and dark blue jeans. The man frowned and looked at her, sizing her up. Erica swallowed and remained still, as she waited.
"Who are you?" The man asked, his voice deep and a bit hoarse.
"I was told this was where the meeting was going to be held. Who are you?" She responded firmly.
"Who told you?" He continued slowly.
"Does it matter?" Erica said coldly.
"You're feisty, I like it." He said with a smirk that made her feel sick. He opened the door further and she walked inside. There was a small group of men gathered around a table in the middle of the room. If she did not know the reason why they were all here, the first thing she would have guessed was that it was some sort of illegal poker game for criminals. That was what it actually looked like, except for the missing cards and poker chips.
As she entered they all turned around to look who had arrived. From the look on their faces she could tell that the men most likely had not expected to see a woman walk through that door. There was a short silence while they stared at her, looking confused and like they were suspicious of whom she was. If they only knew the real reason why she was there.
"Well, when you're all done staring at me, maybe we can start this thing." Erica said firmly. Her heart was beating twice as fast as usual, but she had to keep herself calm so they would not expect anything.
"Well, that's up to Mark now, isn't it?" One of the men in front of her said and turned his gaze to the man who had opened the door for her, apparently named Mark. Erica slowly glanced at the man, who was now looking straight forward at the other men. The tension inside the small room was almost unbearable. Someone had to do something.
"Let's get down to business." The man, named Mark, said in almost made her laugh. The whole thing was so similar to all the action movies she had stashed in her movie collection. This was a meeting in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, the men were wanted criminals, and she was an agent working undercover. It was all so similar, they even used the same phrases. But laughing was out of the question.
Erica followed Mark and sat down between him and one of the other men at the wooden table. Just as she sat down, her eyes caught the sight of a small gun tucked inside the jacket on the man next to her. She swallowed hard and tried not to panic. Now she knew that the men were armed and dangerous. Of course she had expected them to be, but knowing was a lot harder than guessing.
"Okay so, the mission went down alright? No problems?" Mark asked, referring to the stolen C4, as he looked around at them.
"No, no problems." One of the other answered. "Did you think there would be?"
"Not at all." Mark answered coldly.
"What about the man you took?" Erica said firmly, without thinking. As they all shifted their gaze to her she realized that there was no way that she could have known that.
"What man?" Mark asked slowly as he stared at her.
"The man they mentioned on the news." Erica lied. "That annoying Chad Decker reported from the scene earlier today. He mentioned something about an agent who was taken. Maybe I was wrong then."
"What is she talking about Jason?" Mark said as he turned around to look at the younger man with short brown hair. Apparently he believed her. "What happened?"
"Look man, we had to take him. He saw too much." Jason answered slowly.
"Damn it! I thought I told you not to draw any more attention to this." Mark said loudly.
"That man we took were not involved with the cargo, we found him here outside the warehouse and brought him in." Jason answered.
"You did what?" Mark slowly as he stood up. "You stupid idiot!" He yelled and made Jason stand up by pulling his collar.
"What was I supposed to do? He was a freaking cop!" Jason said loudly as he pushed Mark away.
"Why do you always have to be so fucking careless?" Mark said loudly. "Now we're gonna have the fucking FBI here any minute!"
"Hey! This whole thing was your fault! You did this!" Jason answered. "I never wanted this life!"
Erica watched as the two men stare at each other. She could see the anger in Mark's eyes and the vein bulging in his neck as he breathed deeply. The man apparently named Jason was much younger than the rest of the people inside. He couldn't be more than 20 years old. His eyes were filled with emotions, everyone could see that. I never wanted this life. The sentence made her realize. She could see the resemblance between him and Mark. They were brothers.
As she looked around at the men around the table they all sat with their eyes fixed on the table or their hands. No one was going to intervene with the two brothers fighting. Mark was the one in charge of this operation. They all looked up to him. They all answered to him. She had to make them talk again.
"Hey, let's just focus on what we're gonna do." Erica said slowly, waiting for their reaction. "Not on what's already been done." Silence followed.
"The girl's right." One of the other men said calmly and looked up at the two brothers. "If we want this to go down tomorrow, we have to start. The bomb is not even complete yet."
"I thought it was supposed to be done already?" Erica asked, trying to find out more about it. So far this was going well.
"There were some missing pieces." The man answered.
"Missing pieces?" Mark intervened. "We're going to blow the building up tomorrow with what exactly then? Vinegar and baking soda maybe?"
"I'll get it done in time." The man answered with a small glare.
"You better." Mark muttered as he sat down again. Erica glanced at Jason, whom was still standing a few meters away. She could see the regret and pain in his eyes as he looked at her briefly.
"Other than that, is everything ready for the hit?" Erica asked.
"Yes. I believe so." Mark said firmly. "But we need to load all the weapons that were stolen, tonight. There is no time for that tomorrow."
"I'll get them." One of the men said as he stood up and walked out of the room.
"Hey sweetheart, can you get the ammo? It's in the back." Mark said and gave her that disgusting smirk as he glanced at her. And the word sweetheart. She wanted to throw up. Only one person was allowed to call her that. Her heart clenched at the thought of him. She wished he was there with her. Then she would have been safe. He would have protected her against them.
"Sure." Erica forced the words out of her mouth along with a fake smile. As Mark turned to discuss something with the rest of the people at the table Erica stood up and walked over to where he had pointed. She found three boxes filled with bullets to different weapons. She knew them all. She carried a gun with her everywhere after all. As she started putting the boxes in a pile, she felt someone come up next her.
"You shouldn't be here." Jason said quietly as he helped her sort the ammunition into piles.
"And why is that?" Erica asked slowly as she glanced at the table but no one seemed to notice them.
"Because you're a cop." Jason whispered and she immediately tensed and she could have sworn that her heart stopped beating. This is it. I'm going to die. But nothing happened. Jason just kept going.
"What are you talking about?" She tried, although her voice was definitely failing.
"Oh come on. You don't think I've seen you on the news?" Jason said. "'Agent Erica Evans saves hostages from getting killed'." He continued in a mocking tone.
Erica just stood there, watching as Jason divided the last boxes of ammunition into the three different piles. He knew that she worked for the FBI. He knew that she was working undercover. He knew everything.
"There is a door in the next room that leads outside. If you need to leave, you know where it is." Jason said and picked up a pile and walked away. Erica remained frozen in her spot, feeling confused and not sure about what was happening. But the she grabbed a box and walked back to the table and sat down.
"Erica we need to know the target." Paul's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts as she sat down.
"You need help to load them?" Erica asked and received a nod in response.
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Twenty minutes had passed since Erica found out that Jason knew about who she was. They had been loading weapons and discussing the last details of their plans. Erica knew both their target and the identity of the rest of the men inside. Mark had been throwing comments at her but she shrugged him off and focused on how she was going to get out of there. She needed to leave.
Paul and Chris had been talking more often into the mic and they wanted her to get out now so that they could move in with the team. But the word 'Christmas' had not been mentioned yet. Not only did she not know how she was going to put the word in a sentence that would not make the other suspicious, but how she was going to get out was also a small problem. Jason had told her about the door in the back, and she believed him, except that she could not just leave.
"Erica you need to get out now! There is another car on its way towards the warehouse." Chris demanded.
Erica flinched at the loud voice coming to her ear through the headset. Jason had apparently noticed because he gave her a questioning look. When she saw that none other than him had seen her, she brought her hand to her ear slowly. He gave her a small nod before turning back towards Mark.
"You know Mark, if we're gonna do this tomorrow, I'm gonna need some sleep." Jason said.
"So sleep then." Mark muttered without looking up.
"Don't forget to hide everything like the last time." Jason said, but not making any moves to leave.
"Yeah, whatever." Mark said and looked up. "Why aren't you leavin' then?"
"I am." Jason said slowly as he glanced at Erica. Just then she realized what he was trying to do. He was trying to help her get out without anyone noticing.
"Oh, I get it." Mark said with a smirk. "You want the girl to join you, am I right?"
"What? No!" Jason said.
"Oh, don't be shy now, brother." Mark continued. "Everybody has needs. Although I would rather have her to myself, she's all yours for tonight."
In any other case Erica would have had the man pressed to the floor with her gun pointed at him, but right now she did not care about the comments or looks she was getting. All she wanted was to get out and go home to where it was safe. Jason looked as disgusted with Mark as she felt, but he was obviously doing his best to help her by ignoring his brother.
"What do you say? You want to join my dear brother here and make him a happy man?" Mark continued as he leaned back in his chair with that giant smirk on his face.
"Well, how can I say no?" Erica answered with a small smile, fake but believable. "A woman has needs too, you know."
Mark just whistled as he turned around and focused on the work he was doing. Erica slowly let out a shaky breath as she started to make her way towards Jason and the door. But before she reached either, another door slammed somewhere in the warehouse. All the men snapped their heads up and looked at the closed door. Footsteps could be heard behind it, coming closer and closer. Suddenly the door burst open and Erica's ice blue eyes clashed with a pair of dark brown ones she had seen before.
"Who are you?" She said slowly, trying to pretend she did not know him. But she did. He worked at the FBI along with her and Paul. She had been on a few missions with him before. As she watched him, she realized everything. He was the kidnapped agent, and yet he was not. He must have been working as a double agent. John Scott was the leader of this whole organization.
"Erica." He said with a smile. "Surely you recognize me, don't you? After all, we worked together at the FBI a few months ago."
"FBI?" Mark said loudly as he stood up abruptly. "She's FBI?"
"Yes, you idiot." John answered quickly. "Don't you ever watch the news?"
"Why would I?" Mark said. "I'm on them."
"Then let me tell you who this really is." John said as he reached out and trailed his finger along Erica's jawbone. She flinched and turned her head away.
"Erica Evans here is one of the highest agents here in New York. She is a field agent, and a damn good one." John said with a grin as he looked at her before sitting down next to Mark and the rest, trusting Jason to guard her exit. "She is also a better fighter than I am, but not as strong though."
"Erica Evans?" Jason interrupted quickly. "I heard her name on the news some time ago. They said you saved the hostages from that building. "
"That's right." Erica answered slowly. Her heart was pounding inside her chest and her hands were shaking slightly as she focused on what Jason was telling her.
"When was it?" Jason asked slowly.
"A while after Christmas." She said lamely. They would definitely figure that out, but this was her only chance. And as soon as she said the word she could hear Paul shouting at the agents through her headset. It was just a matter of minutes until they would storm in through the door like small children coming down the stair at Christmas, looking for presents. Field agents were often like that, especially the SWAT team, always eager to run inside and apprehend the suspects, clad in their dark blue flak jackets and precious submachine guns. But she needed to get out before they came, or she might complicate the apprehending. She glanced at the men at the table, then to the door and finally at Jason. He seemed to understand what she was going to do and gave her a small nod.
Everything after that happened so fast that she barely realized that she was outside until the cold air filled her lungs. After she had pushed Jason out of the way, she ran out the door as fast as she could. She heard them shouting behind her as she ran, but she was outside. That was all that mattered at the moment. That, and the fact that she needed to get back to the team. She knew that they would not stay inside the warehouse. As she stopped behind a tree for a second to catch her breath, she listened and looked around to try and find out which way to go. But it was still pitch dark and she could hardly see anything in front of her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness Erica realized that there was no sign of either Paul or the team, which was odd. They should have been here by now.
Erica quickly reached up with her hand only to discover that the headset was no longer in her ear. She had probably lost it during her run from the warehouse. As she reached down with one hand to pull out her phone, she froze. At first she thought she had imagined it, but then she heard it again. Loud voices. Their voices.
And they were coming closer and closer. Erica could hear John shouting at the other men, but she could not make out what they were saying. Probably what they're gonna do when they find me, she thought. She pressed her body against the tree and tried to see where they were. Her whole body was shaking with fear and the adrenalin was pumping through her like a drug. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, feeling almost as if it would explode.
The first gunshot hit the bottom of the tree. The second one hit just above her head. Erica ducked out of the way and then she ran again, towards the place she thought her team was. Branches and leaves scratched her face as she ran though them. Even though her eyes had adjusted as much as possibly to the darkness, it was still hard to see anything, especially when you're running as fast as you can. Then a few more shots were fired and something grazed her arm. It felt as of something had bitten her, not very painful but it made her loose her concentration for a second. And that was all it took for her to place her foot down wrong and trip over a large tree root.
When she landed there was an excruciating pain in her chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. She heard three closely followed gunshots, but they did not sound like the ones the men used. They were finally here. Tears blurred her vision as she tried to breathe through the pain, which only made it harder. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes from the salty tears when she felt someone kneel down next to her.
"Kyle?" She whispered confusedly as her eyes caught her saviors. But talking hurt more than it used to and she let out a whimper of pain.
"Erica, what hurts?" Kyle asked worriedly as he searched her clothing for blood or any kind of wound. When she did not answer him, he tried again. "Please Erica, you have to try and tell me what hurts."
"My chest." She managed to get out. Kyle opened her jacket and quickly inspected her ribcage.
"I think you have a broken rib." He said as he put his hands under her body and carefully lifted her off the cold ground. "It's gonna be fine. Soon you'll be in a hospital."
"Kyle, it hurts." Erica cried into his shoulder. "Please, please make it stop. Please."
"I know. I know." He said as he carried her towards the place he knew the FBI was. "You're gonna be fine. I promise."
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I don't know if i still have any fans out there who will read this chapter since it's been like two months since my last update...
The ones who will, YOU ARE ALLOWED to hate me.
Anyway...this chapter was pretty hard to write and I hit the delete button many many times. But I hope you like it (: