Copyright 2000 by J. R. Obra. All rights reserved.

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LIES AMONG US
By
J. R. Obra (Mythe)

PART 2

“So, Taylor do you have partner?”

I shook my head, “No…” taking another sip and inquired, “How long have you known the General?”

“Two days now,” she replied, “But my father has known her for a couple of years now. Why do you ask?”

“Hummm…” I tried to think of a reason, as it slipped my thoughts. “I wondered if you two were a tight couple.”

The waitress brought back with her their plates of food and began to set them before them.

Sam glanced over at me, reading me. “To be honest with you…no. We're not a couple.”

Oh, bless it be… My heart skipped a beat as my stomach did the jiggy. “Oh, really?” I said as a grin formed.

LAB 8

Dr. Tepis pulled out a bottle of his serum from the refrigerator and injected a syringe into it. He filled it half way, placing the bottle back and walked across the large room. “Damn, Colonel wants this ready…” he grumbled, approaching a large Titanium cage. “I'll give him results.” Then he observed his sleeping creation, smirking. “My very own Werewolf.”

The Creature within in the cage was lying on its side, heavily sedated. This was the first male living wolf-human hybrid in the world. A thick layer of black coarse hair covered its body. His head was a wolf's, pointed ears and large mouth full of sharp gleaming teeth. The muscular body was human-like, standing 7' tall on it's large wolf legs. He had human hands and fingers with a nice set of razor sharp claws.

The Doctor stared down at him, watching his breathing level out and a low snore erupting from the Werewolf. “I've brought you from the folklore into the real world,” he decreed, “You're the first in the new way that is to come.” He jabs the needle into wolf's shoulder and injects the serum into its veins.

Three lab technicians enter the room and two of them stand on either side of the cage. The third approached Dr. Tepis and informed, “The subjects are ready, Doctor.”

“Good,” he nodded, “Take Adam, here to the hunting range. He needs some exercise…”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“And only feed him one…” Dr. Tepis stated and revealed, “Last time he played with his food and made a hell of mess.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

The technicians pushed Adam out into the hall and door slid shut behind them.

Dr. Tepis walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out another bottle, labeled in a bio hazard warning upon it which read; “WARNING: LIVING CELLS HAZARDOUS.” He placed in his pocket, grabbing four syringes and placed them in his other pocket. “Time to make history…” Then he moved towards the automatic doors, which slid open and he exited into the hallway.

PARKING LOT OF FRANCES' CAFÉ

“Thank you, for coming to lunch with me…” I said, escorting her to her car.

“Taylor, your welcome…” she revealed, “I had fun…really and I hope we could do this again.”

“I would love to,” I expressed, pulling out my business card and held it out to her. “Samantha, here's my cell number. Call me anytime.”

Sam leaned over and whispered, “My friends call me Sam and I will…” She kissed my cheek and gently caressed my jaw line. “Until later…”

My entire body quivered at her touch, steadying myself on her car as I felt my legs turning wobbly. What in the… Remembering what I was going to ask, “Sam, will you please be careful of the General?”

She eyed me and inquired, “Why are you jealous?”

'I don't know…maybe,” I replied, “There's just something about her.”

She fixed her sunglasses and nodded, “I will and don't worry.”

“Okay,” I said, watching her climb into her car and start it up. I waved one last time and she did the same then, she pulled out of the lot and onto the highway. My heart ached at her leaving me. “God, Tay-get a grip…” I muttered, moving towards my car. “You're acting like you love the woman.” Maybe I do?

LAB 10

Dr. Tepis stood back and waited as the serum took its course. He looked over at his three new test subjects, two male and one female. All three were nude, heavily sedated and bound spread eagle inside of their own metal cage. “Did you implant them?”

“Yes, Doctor…” The technician nodded, “The sensor passed on each one.”

“Good,” he said, moving to the first cage and checked it's chart. He glanced over the subject then, back to chart.

Male # 1 was an average sized tanned male in his mid 20's. He had and athletic build, with noticeable bruises upon his torso and a familiar military type cropped hairstyle.

“He has some superficial bruises…” Dr. Tepis stated, reading the subject's dog tags out loud. “Corporal Eric Jenkins…how nice. Robert, we have another soldier. Lets hope that this one will last a bit longer than the last one.”

“I agree, Doctor.”

The Doctor approached the next cage, smiling.

Female # 1 was average white female in her late 20's. She had long dark hair, full round breasts and perfect childbearing hips. She groaned and jerked her head from chemical changes that were taking place within her.

“Nice…” he expressed, “Adam, needs a mate…she should do nicely.”

Dr. Tepis approached the final cage and picked its chart up.

Male # 2 was above average tanned male 5'7 in height, very athletic, and the familiar shaved hairstyle. He muttered something under his breath as he jerked in his shackles.

“Sergeant Kevin Becker,” he read aloud, glancing over at his sedated body. “It's a pity about these soldiers…” Dr. Tepis expressed, shrugging. “No matter, they will be reborn into a another form.” He turned to Robert and inquired, “Are we filming this?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good,” he smirked, “I want proof that my new serum works.”

MAIN CAMERA ROOM

There were five large screen TV's showing in split screens the live perimeter checks, lab rooms, hallways and all the exit ways. Two B-OPS guards were silently watching the TV's.

“SWOOSH!” The sliding doors opened and Lt. Devins enters the room.

The guards stood up in attention.

“Wait outside until further notice,” he ordered, “Dismissed.”

“SWOOSH!!” the doors opened as they turned and exited the room.

The Lieutenant pressed a few buttons and three screens switched off. The two remaining screens revealed lab 10, in two different angles. He silently stared at the screen.

“SWOOSH!!” Col. West stepped into the room and stood next to him.

“Sir, you're just in time.”

“Good,” Col. West nodded, sitting down. “Go, on Lieutenant…” he gestured for him to have a seat. “It seems that we're going to be witnessing the birth of a new Soldier.”

OFFICE AREA

“That was the best BLT I've had in while,” Daniel expressed, stretching out.

“You should try their Veggie burger,” Sam enlightened, reading over some files. “That's to die for.”

“We had another visit from Colonel West.”

“What did the Colonel want?”

“He asked me if we were ready to start phase 2.”

Sam looked up from her papers, “And?”

“I said we were,” he replied and revealed, “And before you say anything else. While you were gone, I completed another test it passed with flying colors.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he nodded, grinning. “And after an hour, there still wasn't any mutations.”

She stood up and inquired, “Do you know what that means?”

“It means that we're half way there, Sweetheart!”

Sam hugged her Father and whispered, “I'm so sorry for having my doubts-”

He assured, “No, you were making sure that the DAX 232 was stable enough for us to use.” Remembering his conversation the Colonel, “Oh, he brought us the file charts of our first patients.” He moved over to the folders on his desk and handed them to her. “Samantha, go on…take a look at them.”

She took the folders, opening the first one and began to read over it.

“I read over them twice and believe that they're perfect test subjects.”

“Everything seems in order,” she affirmed, moving to the next file. Something seems odd…almost too perfect. “This one does too…” she muttered then, opened the last one.

“Can't you feel it Samantha?”

“What?” Sam asked, keeping eyes on the file before her.

“My destiny is call me…” Daniel revealed, “Everything's falling into place.”

She closed the file and warned, “Dad, just be careful…my gut is telling me it's too perfect.”

“Samantha, when will you have faith in me?” he abruptly retorted.

“Dad, I'm sorry-”

“No,” Daniel held his hand out and continued, “Listen, I can understand you being cautious…but this is ridiculous.” He began pacing and grumbled, “I've had to endure the negative backlash from my fellow colleagues. I've been doubted and black balled from the beginning.” He stopped pacing and turned to face her. “I'm so tired of the pessimistic views of my life's work. For once, believe in me as much as I believe in myself.” Sighing and continued on, “About it being too easy…well, what if it is? What if it's not? I've got to keep going. If I worried about all that then, I would've started this journey so long ago.”

Sam stepped toward him and apologized, “Dad, I'm truly sorry for upsetting you. I didn't mean to go against you, but when I feel like something's amiss…then I've got speak up.”

“Fine,” Daniel lowered his gaze and advised, “I suggest you go home…relax think about your goals.” He turned to the door and disclosed, “I'm going back to work-” opening the door, “If I need your help…I'll call.” He then left the room and closed the door behind him.

“What in the Hell did I do?” she muttered, sighing. This is so not happening. She grabbed her purse and her jacket then, headed out the door.

EIYSIAN FIELDS INN

“Thanks, Jack I really appreciated this…”

“It's no problem, Sweet pea.”

“I'll talk to you later.”

“Take care….”

“I will, bye…” I hung the phone up, lifting up my bottled water and took a much need sip. I felt the familiar vibration of my phone vibrated in my hand and quickly answered it. “Taylor here…”

“Hi, Taylor it's Sam…”

“Hello, Sam…” I greeted, grinning. “What's up?”

“Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I replied, sensing something. “Are you all right?”

“I'm fine…” she lied, “I just need someone to talk too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, “I'm at the Elysian Fields Inn. Do you remember that gas station we meet at?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember where the Café is at?”

“Sure.”

“Good, the Inn is between the two…” I informed, “You can't miss it-it has a very unique décor.”

She chuckled, “Alright, I'll be there in a few.”

“Until then, ” I said, hanging my phone up. If that General did anything- “Take a breath Tay…” I assured, “Maybe she's just having a bad day.” Sam's coming here…to my room. SHIT…I've got straighten my room. “Hello, I don't have anything.” A thought formed, “Maybe she would like drink or something.”

I rushed out of my room and towards the office. I made a beeline towards the Soda machine, realizing that I needed to pay for a few extra days. “Damnit…” I grumbled, entering the office. After having a short discussion on subtext in TV shows, I finally paid Kelly for a few more extra days. I approached the machine, deposited 75 cents into it and was in deep though on what kind of soda she would prefer. She seems like the diet type…hey maybe she's a pepper kind of girl. “What the hell, I press the pepper button and was rewarded with an ice cold can.

“Now, how did you know that was my favorite?”

Grinning as I reached in to pick the can up and revealed, “Lucky guess?” I turned to her, gesturing her towards my room.

“You were right about the décor,” she expressed, observing the inn around her. “It has that Amazon motif.”

“It does…” I nodded, opening my door for her. “After you.”

She entered, “Thank you.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” I suggested, closing the door behind me.

Sam moved over the bed and plopped herself onto it.

I safely chose the chair across the room as I silently observed her.

She kicked her shoes off and lazily stretched herself upon the lucky mattress. A soft moan passed her lips, as did a sigh.

My heart skipped a beat as this Angel relaxed before me. Images of our passionate lovemaking overwhelmed all my senses. I could almost smell her heavenly scent calling me to taste her precious nectar. Pulling her closer to my body as I ravished… I reluctantly pulled myself from my erotic visions and finally broke the unnatural silence, “Sam, what's wrong?”

“I'm having one Hell of a bad day,” Sam grumbled, realizing that she needed to elaborate further and took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well, this was our first day at the lab and it was going great…” sighing, “made out on my desk with Liv-I admit that it was risqué, but fun. Anyway, I continued to work on the DAX 232. Hunger over came me. So, I went to lunch…stopped at a gas station to get some munchies…I was heckled at by some love starved young ladies. Ran into the most intriguing woman…who by the way has the most gorgeous set of eyes I've ever seen. We had lunch together…Liv stopped by…that was fun.” Taking a much need breath and finished, “Went back to work…got into an disagreement with my Father. Who by the way totally went ballistic-I've never seen him go off like that. I mean he could be emotional or passionate at times, don't get me wrong.” Finally realizing that she unloaded everything to a complete- well not totally to a Stranger. She sat up and apologized, “Taylor, I'm so sorry for unloading my problems to you.”

I sat there in awe as my Angel revealed to me that she thought I was intriguing. After swallowing hard, I finally responded, “Don't be sorry Sam…believe me, I really wanted to know. Besides, it's better to get everything off your chest in order to sort it out.” Holding out her soda, “Here, take it.”

Sam reached over and gently placed her hand over mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, taking the soda from my hand.

“Your welcome,” I assured, going over everything that she had said in my mind. Images of the Bitch and my Angel making out flashed before my eyes. I cringed, “Okay, DAX 232 is the tumor serum…right?”

“Yes…”

“Alright,” I nodded and inquired, “What started the disagreement between you and your Father?”

“Well, let's start from the beginning…” she said and disclosed, “Liv had invested into my Father's research and suggested that we should move the it to a more secure place.”

“To Nellis?”

“Area 51 to be exact.”

Raising a brow, “Really?”

“Yes,” she affirmed, “So, we're here. Anyway, my Father's research is now in Phase 2.”

“Phase 2?”

“Human testing,” she revealed, “We look for candidates that fit our profile and we inquire about having them be part of our research.”

“Guinea Pigs.”

She silently nodded, “That's just part of the process.”

“I know,” I agreed, 'Go on.”

“Col. West, found us some candidates…perfect ones. A little too perfect for my taste.”

Recognizing the name and repeated, “You've met this Colonel West?”

“Yes, why?”

I started pacing to at this bombshell. My God the mysterious Col. West… After calming myself down a bit I sat back down and suggested, “Sorry, I'll tell you later. Go on please.”

“Okay,” Sam stared at me for a moment and continued on with her story, “He brought in three people and they're waiting in the infirmary at the lab. When I brought up my feelings toward my Father, he freaked.”

“What did he say?”

“Said I didn't have faith in him, like I should.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, of course!”

Holding my hands up and assured her, “Just checking.”

“Sorry,” Sam apologized, “Then he told me that I should think relax and think about my goals.” Lowering her voice a notch, “And that he didn't need me.” She sniffled, wiping some now forming tears from her eyes.

My Angel was now breaking down before me. I don't care if it's her Father…he has no right to hurt her. So help me God… I was instantly at her side, pulling her into my arms and comforting her. This feels so right… “Let it all out, Sam.”

“My dream was to be just like my Father,” she revealed, between sobs. “After my Mother died…I've always wanted to help him.”

Reaching over to grab a tissue and handing it to her. “There you go,” I said and expressed, “It seems to me that you love him dearly.”

“I do,” he sat up, blowing her nose. “My Mother died when I was young from a malignant tumor to the brain-she suffered…” taking a deep breath, “My Father was obsessed with trying to find the cure for it and when I was old enough I wanted to follow in his footsteps.”

“Maybe he's just overly stressed and accidentally took it out on you.”

“You think?” she asked, “Yeah, we really haven't had a real break it while.”

I nodded, “I'm sorry to hear about your Mother.”

“Thanks,” she let a smile pass and expressed, “She would have liked you.”

“Oh, really?” I retorted, “Not many parents like their daughters being with a Cop.”

“A Detective,” she corrected me, with a grin. “Then it's their loss.”

I blushed at her honest comment and kissed her on the forehead, “Thanks…”

She looked up at me and made eye contact with mine.

Feeling drawn into them I reluctantly pulled myself away and sat back into my chair. I felt her sad eyes on me, questioning the distance I had made. “I'm sorry Sam, but I need to tell you why I'm here.”

“Go on…”

I took in a deep breath and exhaled then, I began my story.

INFIRMARY

“There, all done…” Daniel stated, pulling out his syringe from his patients arm.

“Do you think it'll work?” the dark haired woman inquired.

“I have a feeling I will,” he assured, tossing the used syringe into the Bio wastebasket. “Now, Maggie…just relax and rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Andrews.”

“SWOOSH!” as the door opened.

Daniel flashed her a smile, taking her chart and glanced back at all three patients as he exited the room. He checked off something on it, glancing at his watch then, wrote the time on it. Now, it's a matter of time… He turned and walked down the hall towards the elevator.

ENVIROMENTIAL AREA 1

Dr. Trepis stood behind the two-inch thick Plexiglas viewing area. He stared down into the real two-acre forest that they had created for his precious Adam.

The room had high ceilings that held panels of light, which shone artificial light onto the forest below. A large sprinkler system was also mounted from above, which was automated in order to rain in certain intervals. The two-acres were covered in live vegetation, bushes, ferns, trees, small waterfall and a stocked pond. On the other side of the room was a large metal door that the handlers would enter from.

The Doctor picked up a phone that was hanging near bye and ordered, “Put her in.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“SWOOOOOSH!” as the large door slid opened.

A smaller Werewolf rose to her feet and hesitantly entered her new surroundings. She sniffed into the air and caught the male scent. She then howled out a greeting.

Adam leapt down from his hiding place and crouched a few feet from her, watching her. He let a low growl out then, approached her.

“Adam, met Eve…” Dr. Trepis enlightened, smirking.

EIYSIAN FIELDS INN

“I'm so sorry for unloading my insignificant problems to you.”

“No, they're not…” I retorted and explained, “I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell them to me. In a way I'm happy that you did…it kinda takes me way my own problems.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “I need a distraction from it every now and then. Besides I care about you and want to know if something's bothering you.”

“Can I tell you something?”

I sat down next to her and replied, “Of course.”

“There's something about you…I feel so comfortable around you,” she revealed and continued, “It's like I've known you before and when I look into your eyes I'm feel like I'm whole again.”

Grinning at her confession and whispered back, “I feel the same way.”

She turned to me, “Really?”

Nodding as I leaned over and gently kissed her luscious lips. She opened them for me as I explored her mouth and our tongues made contact. My hand went up to her face, caressing her jaw line. We pulled away for a much needed breath as our eyes locked onto each other's. My soul was alive from our kiss, bringing up feelings I haven't felt in a long time. This is so right…I gotta slow down.

“What are you thinking about?”

“That this feels so right,” I replied, “But I don't want to rush it.”

Sam reached up, gently outlined my lips with her finger and pulled me in for another kiss. I've have to taste her again… Her lips parted as my tongue entered her mouth once more continuing their intimate dance. After the dance she slowly pulled away to take in this beautiful woman before her. “That's fine…” she said and inquired, “Can we just relax and hold one another?”

My eyes lit up as a grin grew from ear to ear. “I would love too,” I replied, moving behind her and held my arms out to her. “Come here.” She laid down next to me.

“Thank you,” she said, placing her head on my shoulder and laying her arm across my stomach.

“No problem, Angel…” I whispered back, kissing her on the forehead.

“Angel?”

“When I first laid my eyes on you…I thought I died, because I looked up and saw this beautiful Angel standing before me.”

“That's beautiful,” Sam expressed, grinning and gave me a quick squeezed.

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling complete as I closed my eyes.

INFIRMARY
HOURS LATER

“SWOOSH!!” as Daniel entered the room carrying his clipboard. The stench of bile and human feces overwhelmed all his senses. “OH GOD!” he gasped, stepping back.

The room was a mess as two trails of bile and blood lead to an overturned bed. While a third trail also had bloody footprints, which led into the restroom. The other two beds were disheveled and had a dark substance that resembled human feces upon it.

“What the?” he muttered, moving towards the restroom and called out, “Maggie?”

“THUMP!” was heard and a low moan came from the restroom as well.

Daniel rushed to the door and opened it. “Maggie?” he called out, entering the room and noticed her on the floor.

Maggie was flat on her face, convulsing. Her gown had been splattered with blood and bile. A low groan passed her lips.

“Oh, no Maggie!” he uttered, rushing to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I'm going to help you,” he assured and started to turn her over, “Take it easy.” Maggie suddenly grabbed his hand and bit into his arm. “NOO!!!!” he shouted, pulling his arm free and shoved her back. He backed into the door, opened it and made a quick exit.

A crunching sound was heard as well a low moan, “Aroolll….” Loud chewing and the occasional slurping was heard from across the room.

“What in the Hell's going on?” he grumbled, holding his injured arm and moved to investigate the strange noises. He slowly reached the overturned bed and was utterly stunned.

Tom one of his assistants was laying in a pool of his own blood. His body had been gnawed upon and his organs were hanging out of a large hole in his stomach. Two figures were hunched over chewing on various parts of his body.

“OH MY GOD!” Daniel shouted, recognizing the figures as his other test subjects. He took two steps back in horror, dropping his clipboard.

The figures turned towards the noise, grumbling incoherently as they slowly rose to their feet.

The Doctor bolted towards the door as it opened, “SWOOSH!!” He rushed out and collided with Dr. Trepis. They both fell to the floor stunned at what just happened. “I'm so sorry,” he apologized, getting up then, pressed a couple buttons on the door panel, which locked it.

He climbed to his feet and grumbled, “You should watch were your going Dr. Andrews. You could've hurt somebody.”

“I'm sorry Doctor…” he repeated and rushed off.

“Crazy man…” Dr. Trepis muttered, reaching into his pocket and sliced his fingers on some broken glass. “What the-” he gasped, pulling out his hand and noticed the blood upon them. He hesitantly looked into his pocket and found the cause. “NO!!!!” he shouted, looking at the broken serum vial and bolted down the hall towards his lab.

MAIN CAMERA ROOM

“Interesting…” Col. West expressed, leaning back in his chair. “I believe that Dr. Andrews has created something useful after all.”

“Indeed he has, Sir.”

“RING…RING!!”

“This must be the good Doctor,” Col. West remarked.

“Hello, this is Lt. Devins.”

“Can I speak to Col. West?” Daniel nervously inquired.

“Yes, Doctor…” Lt. Devins said, handing the phone to him. “Here, Sir.”

“Dr. Andrews, what can I do for you?”

“There's been an accident,” he stated and rambled on, “DAX 232 is unstable…it-it mutated my patients into…flesh eating things.”

“Doctor, you need to calm down…” the Colonel advised, “I want you to go to your office-”

“That's where I'm at.”

“Good, stay there…I'll take care of everything.”

“Alright,” he responded, sighing.

“Once I'm done with that, I'll come up and check on you…” Col. West informed and assured, “Don't worry about anything. Okay?”

“Sure, if you say so.”

“Good, I'll talk to later.”

“Bye.”

Col. West hung the phone up and decreed, “I want his notes, the serum DAX 232 and capture those things.”

“Yes, Sir…” the Lieutenant nodded and inquired, “Where shall I put them?”

“Keep them in a holding pen.”

“Affirmative, Sir…” he turned towards the door, “SWOOSH!!” then exited into the hall.

Col. West pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “Success on both counts,” he revealed and hung the phone up.

OFFICE AREA

Daniel noticed the dark purple ring around the bite as he finished wrapping it. “Damnit…” he grumbled, “Sam was right,” he sighed, picking up the phone and dialed a number.

“Hello?”

“Samanatha, I know your mad at me and you have every right too…” he confessed, “I wanted to say that I wrong and I'm sorry for hurting you like that. Will you ever forgive me?”

“Daddy, I do…I'm so sorry for making you upset.”

“I wanted to tell you that you were right all along,” he revealed, sighing. “I was blinded by my obsession and didn't see the truth.”

“Dad, what's wrong?”

“There's been a horrible accident…”

“Are you hurt?”

“No…not really.”

“We'll be there in few,” she stated, “Stay where you are.”

“NO!” he retorted, hearing the dial tone. “Damn.”

EIYSIAN FIELDS INN

“What's wrong?”

“My Father's in trouble…” she revealed, putting her shoes on. “I think he's hurt.”

“Okay, slow down Sam…” I said, sitting up. “What did he say?”

“That I was right…”

“What does that mean?”

“That DAX 232 was unstable and it would mutate.”

“Alright, lets go…” I affirmed, taking my gun and placing in its holster.

“But, how?” she asked, “They'll card you at the gate-”

Smirking as I answered, “I have an idea.”

“Well?”

I opened the door for her and startled by our new guest. “Hello, General…” I drearily greeted.

Liv replied, “Well, it's nice to see you again Detective.”

“Liv?” Sam inquired.

Liv turned to her voice, “Well, Sam it's a surprise that I'd find you here.”

I growled, “What do you want?”

“I'd rather not give this,” patting to her satchel, “To you in public,” she said, gesturing around her.

“Oh, come in…”

“Thank you,” she said, entering.

Liv glanced around her surroundings and approached the table. She opened her bag and pulled out a large file. “Everything's in here,” she informed, handing the large file to her.

“Thanks,” I nodded, taking it and quickly thumbed through it.

“I heard about what happened earlier,” Liv acknowledged to Sam, “If there's anything I can do, just ask.”

“Thanks, Liv…” Sam let a small smile show, “I appreciate that.”

“Alright, then…” the General turned, moving towards the door and opened it. “Until later.”

Sam waved, “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Liv exited, closing the door behind her.

“Are you ready?” I asked, carrying the folder and a bottle of water.

“Yes,” she nodded and inquired, “So, what's this idea you have?”

I opened the door for her, letting her pass and followed right behind. “Okay, it's really simple…”

AREA 51 ENTRANCE (GATEHOUSE)

Sam pulled up to the gate, rolled down her window and handed the guard her ID.

“Good evening, Dr. Evans…” he greeted, handing her ID back and nodded towards another guard inside the gatehouse. “You may pass, Ma'am.”

Sam watched the gate lift and passed through. She drove down the road, praying silently to herself. She rolled down her window for some much needed air and gazed into darkening sky, observing the first star of the night. I just hope my Dad's all right.

OFFICE AREA

Daniel leapt up from his short slumber, feeling pain throughout his body and groaned. “Damn, what's going on with me?” He slowly stood up, approached the window and opened it. “Ahhh…fresh air.” After taking a deep breath, he started to smell something rotting and removed his coat. “Oh, gross…” fanning himself, “What is that?” Smells like spoiled meat or something… “I've got to get my notes…” he grumbled, moving towards the door.

SAM'S TRUNK

I had just finished speed-reading the entire folder, flicking my tiny flashlight off and the engine turn off as well. I guess we're here…about time. Damn, I need to stretch out…my leg's asleep. Owww…needles… The door slammed shut, hearing footsteps moving closer then, a key entering the lock.

Sam lifted the lid up, smiling down at me. “How are you doing, Taylor?”

“I need to stretch….other than that I'm fine,” I replied and inquired, “Do you see any guards?”

She leaned over pretending to look for her purse, quickly scanned the lot around her and shook her head. “No, all clear…I parked in the darkest part.”

“Good,” I said, smiling.

“We're in building # 2,” Sam informed, brushing her lips against mine and pulled out her purse. “Be careful,” she expressed, remembering. “Oh, almost forgot…our lab is on level 3.”

“Okay,” I nodded and advised, “If you get into trouble find a place to hide then, call me.”

“I will…” she grinned back, lowering the lid.

Grasping the lid's locking before it could lock and silently listened to my Angel's footsteps moving further away. I'll give her five minutes to get there then, it's my turn to have some fun.

LAB 5 (HALLWAY)

Daniel stumbled toward his lab and fell flat on his face.

“BAM…BAM!!” echoed through the empty hall.

“DAMNIT!” the Doctor grumbled, trying to get to his feet. His whole body was on fire, feeling his muscles straining from each step he took. God, what did I do to deserve this? “SWOOSH!!” he slowly entered his lab and growled, “NO!!!”

The room was shambles, papers everywhere and laboratory equipment broken and on the ground. The refrigerator unit was wide open and completely empty.

“MY SERUM!!!!” he yelled, grabbing some useless papers and throwing them down. “HOW COULD THEY?”

LAB 10

Dr. Trepis finished bandaging his fingers and grumbled, “Stupid Doctor…NOW I'm infected!” He wiped his brow and turned to his two remaining caged specimens, laughing. “I created them and now I'll be one soon…” he decreed, feeling his entire body burning from within. Trying to focus on his surroundings, as his eyesight began to blur and a throbbing sensation overtook all his senses. “NO!!!!” he growled, moving towards the cages.

PARKINGLOT

I silently climbed out, checking my surroundings once again and closed the trunk. The coast is clear…so far. Sticking to the shadows, as I approached the large cluster of buildings.

OFFICE AREA

“Daddy?” Sam called out, entering the room and flicked the light on. She glanced around the room and noticed the bloody bandages upon his desk. “What happened?” she asked her self, turning towards the couch and found her Father's bloody lab coat. “No…Daddy,” she muttered, turning off the light and rushed out of the room.

COURTYARD AREA

A lone sentry moved across the yard, turned and went back.

I caught a glimpse of two more, one by the front door and the other had just turned a corner, towards the rear of the building. I waited until the first guard had turned his back on me before I bolted from my hiding place. After I passed him, pressing myself against the wall and slowly peeking around the corner for the any other guards. I found none as I reach a window, finding it locked and went to the next one, which turns out to be unlocked. Checking the area again, finding no one and I slowly opened the window. I climbed in and disappeared in the shadowy room.

A shadowy figure silently followed her in tow, hiding in the shadows and watching her every move from afar.

The room seemed to be an office of sorts. I flicked on my flashlight on and scanned the room for anything. I moved towards the desk, noticing the bloody bandages and continued to look around. My elbow knocked over a picture frame, instantly I picked it up. Glancing over it, it's of a beautiful woman with long blond hair. She's holding an infant, as her emerald eyes were lovingly staring back at the photographer. It must be Sam's Mother…she looks just like her. A sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame me and I whispered, “Didn't I dream this?” Shaking my head at the weird feeling and scanned the room once more as I exited the room. I found a bloody lab coat on the couch, realizing that Sam probably found it too and went to look for him. “Damnit…I should of gone with her,” I grumbled, exiting out of the room in search of them both.

LAB 5

“SWOOSH!!” Sam entered the room and called out, “DAD!” She was taken back at the site of the lab, remembering the serum and moved toward the refrigerator. “No…who could've-” she uttered and moved towards the exit.

“Sam…a..nnthaaa…” his voice was ragged and low.

Sam spun around to his voice, walking around a large table and was horrified at the sight. “My god, DADDY!” she gasped, moving to his side.

“NO!” he growled, trying to raise his had but couldn't. “Don't…touch…me.”

Tears were falling from her eyes, as she tried her hardest not to touch him. “But, why?” she asked, “What happened to you?”

Daniel coughed up some blood and slowly replied, “It mutated…them,” taking a in a shallow breath, “I was…bitten by one…of them,” taking another, “I'm…infected.”

“Oh, Daddy…” she sobbed, wiping the tears with the back of her hand.

He turned his head towards his Daughter, trying to see her but all he could see was a large blur. “They have it…” he said and advised, “Get out…while you…can.”

She retorted, “I'm not leaving you!”

“OUT!” he growled, muttering. “The hunger…need to eat-”

“NO!” she cried out, pleading. “What do you want Daddy?”

“Hungry…want you…eat…YOU!” Daniel suddenly reached out to grab her.

“DADDY!” she shouted, jumping back and bumped into a table. “What's gotten into you?”

“Need YOU!” his voice growled, clumsily climbing to his feet.

“No…” she sobbed and moving towards the door.

“Come HERE!!”

“SWOOSH!!” the doors opened and she rushed into the hall.

“NOOOO!!!!” he shouted out.

Sam looked back once more then, turned around and collided into someone. “OH GOD!” she gasped, falling back.

“No problem, Dr. Evens…” Lt. Devins expressed, steadying her. “You look like you just seen a ghost-”

“SWOOSH!!” the door open and Daniel stumbled out. “MINE!!!”

“SHIT!” Lt. Devins shouted, pulling his gun out and fired. “BAM…BAM!!”

“NO!!!” she shouted, pushing the Lieutenant away and growled. “That's my Father!”

The bullets struck him in the chest stunning him, momentarily. He grumbled inchoately as he continued to move towards them.

Pulling away from her and decreed, “SEE, it's not HUMAN!”

“NO…oh, GOD!” she gasped and bolted down the hall.

“BAM..BAM…BAM!!”

LEVEL 3 HALL WAY

“WOOOVEEEEESH!!” as the elevator door slid open.

I heard the sound of gunfire and instinctively pulled out my .45, flicking the safety off. Carefully I stepped out of the elevator and moved into the hallway. Damn…damn… “Right or left?” I asked myself and noticed a figure rush around a corner to the right. “Right it is…”

“BAM..BAM…BAM...BAM!!” echoed through the hall.

“Damn,” I grumbled, rushing towards it.

“DIE!” a male voice shouted, firing his weapon. “BAM..BAM..BAM..BAM!!!”

“GROOOOWWWELLLLL!!!!” a loud growl retorted back.

I turned the corner and was appalled at the horrific scene. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, the ceiling and especially on the floor. A Sentry's body laid in the center of the pool. His chest was shredded and ripped apart. He still held his automatic weapon in his right hand.

“NOOO!!!!” the male shouted, “THUMP!” as he was tackled to the ground.

Reaching over to the corpse and pulled the weapon from his death grip. I holstered my weapon and moved towards the scuffle.

Grunts and low growls were muffled, as the victim let out a deathly scream. The ripping and tearing of flesh and bone was heard from around the corner.

I checked the ammo; it was still full as I turned the corner.

A huge Creature was attacking the soldier and it was shredding him to pieces.

“What the fuck?” I muttered, aiming the weapon to the creature's large head and fired. “RATTTTTAAATTAAAATTAAA!!!!”

The bullets hit their mark, disintegrating the thing's head and spraying it's blood everywhere. The Creature's body flew back and collapsed against the wall. Its nerves still twitched its lifeless body.

I rushed to the soldier's body and felt for a pulse, but I was too late. Shaking my head at this tragic scene and wondering what the hell was that thing. God, what if there were more of these things… “Sam,” I gasped, “Damnit!” I checked his body for any clips and found some. I'm gonna need all I can get. I checked my clip once more and rushed off to find my Angel.

MAIN CAMERA ROOM

Col. West silently observed the death of one of his Werewolf's, finally a sigh passed his lips.

“SWOOSH!!!” as two guards roughly escorted in Sam.

“Hey!” she grumbled, glaring at them and turned to the Colonel. “What's going on?”

“Come now,” he said and taunted, “You're a smart girl…take a wild guess.”

“Liv brought us here…” she spoke up, realizing why. “She wanted to use it as a weapon of sorts.”

Col. West turned to her, clamping as a smirk grew upon his face. “Very good, but don't give the General all the credit…” he stated and revealed, “She actually bought into your Father's psychotic ramblings.”

Sam raised a brow at that comment, “Huh?”

“Did you think that Bitch could really create a plan such as this?”

“Anything is possible,” she shrugged and grumbled, “I guess this is the time you're tell me that I'm going to die, right?”

He nodded, “Of course…”

“Well, at least tell me why?”

“What better of a way to test our little bio weapon and my new soldier.”

“A new soldier?”

“Oh, yes you haven't seen them…” he said, sighing. “Well, that can be arranged…considering.”

“What?”

“That we have two on the loose.”

LAB 5

“SWOOSH!!” as I stepped into the room and noticed the pool of blood beneath my feet. “What the?”

The room was a shambles and there was a rotting body on the floor. Its head had large chunks blown away and part of the man's brains oozed out onto the floor.

“God…” I gasped, taking a deep breath of rotting flesh and realized whom this might be. “Sam's Dad….damn…damn.” I hurried out the door and headed further down the hall.

MAIN CAMERA ROOM

Col. West flicked some switches and a panel opened, revealing a DVD. He took it, placing it into a case and stuck it in his pocket. “Time to go Doctor,” he revealed, pushing another button.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To a place safe,” he inform, chuckling.

Sam moved forward, but was held back by the guards. “Let me go!” she growled, struggling.

“Now…now, don't get hysterical…it'll soon be over.”

“FUCK YOU!” she roared, spitting into his face.

The Colonel wiped it off and backhanded her, smirking. “Ah…there's the wild cat, I knew it was still in you.”

“BITE ME!”

“Isn't that job taken?” he sarcastically inquired, remembering who. “Yes, by our very own General-oh, yeah…that Detective too. My…my you've been real busy haven't you?”

“BASTARD!”

“SWOOSH!!” as he exited out the door, laughing.

INFIRMARY HALLWAY

After making a right, I noticed two soldiers laying in the hallway and rushed up to them. The first one had his jugular ripped open, his arteries slowly pumped his blood out onto the floor. “Damn…” I muttered and moved to the next one. The second soldier was face down and I reached over to turn him on his back. Shit, is anybody alive around here? Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. Feeling it's cold breath near my throat, as I jabbed the butt of my rifle onto the thing's gut then, swung it towards its head.

“CRACK!” as the butt slammed into its skull, cracking it open.

I stepped back to see what the Hell attacked me and was dismayed at the now crumpled form of the soldier. “How?” I gasped, remembering the other one and spun around.

The soldier was now standing up; its head to the side, broken and his right arm was dangling by a lone muscle. It let out a low groan as it approached me.

Aiming quickly at its head and pulled the trigger. “RATTTATATATAA!” the bullets blew his shredded brains onto the wall behind him. What the fuck was that? I rushed past him and continued on my journey.

“FOOMP!” then a low whistle, “KABOM!!”

“What in…” I uttered, moving towards the explosion.

“RAATTTAAATARATARATTAA!!” another machine gun firing then, a male voice shouted, “MOVE!!! GO!! GO!!”

All the lights switched off and the red emergency ones flicked on.

“Damn…Damn..” I grumbled, peeking around a corner to see a cloud of smoke and debris in the hall.

A Stranger stepped out from the smoke and approached me. He was a bit shorter than me with dark hair and eyes, knee-high boots, black pants, a bright yellow shirt, Leopard printed bandana and carrying a large backpack. This young teen was holding a map in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

“What in the hell?” I muttered, taking a double take on this scene.

The teenager stopped before me and said something Japanese, “Donata desu ka? Tendo Dojo wa doko ni arimasu ka?”

Raising a brow and replied, “I don't understand you.”

He grumbled and inquired in broken English, “Hell am I?”

“Huh?”

“Where is the Tendo Dojo?”

“Never heard of it,” I responded, shrugging.

“SAOTOME, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” he shouted and continued down the hall.

The sprinkler system clicked on, spraying cold water upon everything.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…RYOGA IS BACK!” an automated female voice announced.

“OINK…SQEEEEELLLL…OINK!!”

“Ryoga?” I repeated, recognizing the animal sound. “Was that a pig?” Shaking my head at in disbelief. “DAMN…double damn,” I growled and moved into the hall.

“THERE SHE IS!” a male voice shouted, firing his weapon at me. “RATTATTRATTAA!!”

Diving just in time, as bullets whizzed by me, feeling a quick stinging sensation coming from my bicep. “SHIT!!!” I muttered, sliding across the wet floor and rolled onto my feet.

“HALT!” the voice shouted, “DON'T MOVE!!”

I fired a short quick burst back at them, “RATTAARATTTAA!!!" Two soldiers dropped to the ground and cried out in pain. A smirk grew on my face, as I turned the corner. Suddenly, I was struck in the gut and collapsed to my knees in pain. Dropping my rifle on impact and heard it slid away from me. Someone kicked me in the face and I flew onto my back, heaving.

“Find the other one!” Lt. Devins ordered, “I've got this one.”

“Shit…” I mumbled, recognizing the voice. “Lt. Devins…I was wondering when I'd see you again.”

“Get up!”

I slowly got to my knees, feeling a dull pain in my side and groaned. “Damn…”

“Don't try anything stupid,” he warned, aiming his gun at me.

“Stupid is using a Stinger from your own company…” I retorted, rising to my feet and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “I'm wondering who pulled the trigger. Did you have the balls to do it yourself or did you make one of your peons do it for you?”

“STUPID BITCH!!” Lt. Devins shouted, backhanding me.

My head jerked to the side from the blow, feeling the warm salty taste of blood on my tongue. Reading his dark eyes and finding the truth. I flashed him a mischievous grin and taunted, “You seemed to be the lackey type…”

“GOD DAMN-”

“KABOOM!!!” as another explosion rocked through the halls and a gun battle ensued.

Lt. Devins glanced towards the commotion, giving me an opportunity. I rushed him and tackled him to the ground, which sent his gun sliding across the floor. We rolled around on the ground, trying to gain the upper hand. I won the first round, as I straddled him and wrapped my hands around his throat. “TELL ME WHY!!!” I growled.

The Lieutenant reversed our positions in one quick move and I found myself pinned under him. “It wasn't personal,” he revealed, “You know the old saying wrong place at the wrong time.” He began to tighten his grip around my neck as a smirk formed. “Time to die Bitch.”

Feeling his weight shifting above me and knew this was my chance. I started to attempt my move when a black blur flew past me, taking the Devins with it. “What the?” I gasped, sliding across the hall towards my rifle.

“NOOOO!!!” he shouted, “THUD!” as he crashed to the ground.

“ERROOOLL!!!” it growled, ripping and slashing at his victim.

Lt. Devins punched and scratched at his attacker to no avail. His screams were muffled then, became loud gurgles by all the blood that seeped into his lungs. The Werewolf savagely tore into his prey's neck, tearing into the soft flesh and swallowed a large chuck of its flesh.

I lifted my rifle at the Creature and fired. “RAATTTTAARAATTTTAAA!!” as the bullets struck the thing in the chest, ripping a large whole into its chest. The thing flew back and collapsed against the wall. Pulling out my empty clip and slapped in a fresh one. “Enough of this shit…” I grumbled, moving down the hall.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…ALL PATROLS-” an automated female voice announced again.

HALL WAY

Two guards were walking before the Colonel, clearing the way and coming up the rear were two more that pulled Sam along.

Sam remained silent staring into darken corridors, passing a glowing red light every so often. An eerie feeling overcame her as the water continued to shower upon her, soaking her further. Taylor, please be all right…

I paused at a corner, quickly peek around it and spotted some guards, an officer and my Angel. I ducked back, thinking quickly and sprinted across the hall and prayed that they'd followed. “Come to Momma…” I muttered.

“GO!” Col. West shouted, “KILL HER!”

Taylor…she's okay! Sam let out a relieving breathe as a grin spread across her face.

The soldiers rushed after the fleeing figure and cautiously turned the corner, making sure that it was clear. The hall was empty, as they silently moved forward. The one on the right pointed with two of his fingers to his eyes, which meant 'Look' and pointed to the corner on his right, which meant 'I'll go that way'. Then he repeated it with his partner but to his left. The second soldier acknowledged it with a nod.

I turned another corner, slinging the rifle and pulled out my .45.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…” an automated female voice announced again.

The soldiers moved closer to the corner, keeping themselves pressed against their own walls. The first man counted with his fingers to three and they spun towards they're chosen directions.

“CLANK!” as a metal object dropped to the ground and rolled out underneath their feet. “PHOSH!” as the canister sparked, spraying out white cloud of smoke.

The soldiers glanced down at the smoke grenade, realizing their mistake too late.

I rolled onto the floor and fire, “BAM..BAM!!” then I rolled until I was safely behind the wall. After finally noticing the smoke enveloping them and mutter, “How?”

“THUD!” as the first soldier collapsed to the ground.

Another figure laid low and fired one shot, “BAM!!”

“THUD!” as second followed suit.

I climbed to my feet and headed back to the others. “Oh, well two down…three to go,” I whispered.

HALLWAY

The Colonel grumbled, “What's taking those idiots-”

“Maybe they're dead,” Sam shrugged, grinning.

“And soon you will be too,” Col. West taunted, gesturing to one of the remaining soldiers. “Go and find them.”

The soldier sprinted off to find the others.

I peeked around another corner and observed another soldier had just been dispatched to find me. Grinning as he too will meet the same fate as the others. Will they ever learn?

The white smoke spread further into the halls settling to the floor and leaving a thick knee high layer of mystery.

The soldier turned the corner and carefully walked through fog.

Suddenly, a dark figure leapt up from behind him, broke his neck with one quick twist and dropped back into the fog.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…” an automated female voice announced again.

The Colonel perceived the moving fog and pulled Sam closer to him. “Give me you handgun,” he ordered, holding out his hand.

“Yes, Sir…” the soldier responded and handed his gun to him.

Col. West flicked the safety off and placed the gun to her temple. “Keep an eye out for anything,” he advised and shouted out, “DETECTIVE, I suggest you show yourself now…it would be a pity to have too splatter her brains all over the place. It's such a mess in all.”

“TAYLOR, DON'T DO IT!” Sam yelled out.

“Damn…damn…” I grumbled, “ALRIGHT!” Stepping out from my hiding place and held my hands into the air.

“Good,” Col. West affirmed, holding Sam tight against his body. “Now, come on over.”

“Taylor…why?”

“I'm sorry Sam…” I said, making eye contact with hers. “I'm not going to risk losing you.”

“Taylor…” she whispered, as tears traveled down her cheek.

“Ahhh…this such a sweet moment,” the Colonel sarcastically expressed and barked out, “Take her weapons and bring her over here.”

“Yes, Sir…” the soldier approached me.

I silently stood there as he pulled off my rifle and removed my .45. He shoved my own rifle into my back and growled, “MOVE IT!” We moved forward, stopping in front of the Colonel and Sam.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…ALL PATROLS-” an automated female voice announced again.

“Good,” he nodded, “You two lead…we'll follow right behind you.”

“MOVE!” the soldier barked, shoving the barrel further into me.

“If you shove that into me once more-”

“Taylor!”

I was abruptly shoved against the wall. My head collided against the concrete wall and I collapsed against it. What the hell happened? “Damn…” I muttered, trying to stop the stars from spinning in my head.

“EERROOOOLLLLLLLLL!!!!” the Werewolf cried out as it leapt at the Colonel.

The Colonel shoved Sam away, aiming his weapon at it and fired. “BAM..BAM!!”

Sam rolled away just in time to see the Creature landing on top of the Colonel. She climbed to her feet and rushed to my side, “TAYLOR!”

“Yeah?” I mumbled, focusing on the big blur in front of me. “Sam, is that you?”

“BAM..BAM!!” the Colonel fired again, as he kicked the Monster off of him.

“We've got to get out of here,” she stated, helping me up.

“Okay,” I nodded, slowly rising to my feet. “I can do this… it looks like a wolf.”

The Colonel climbed to his feet, holding his torn side as he sprinted down the corridor.

The Werewolf howled out a warning then, chased after its wounded prey.

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…” an automated female voice announced again.

Sam grabbed my hand and led me down another hallway. “Come on, Tay…” she encouraged, “You can do it.”

My eyesight was getting better and I could see that we were running down a long hallway. I recognized the large metal doors before us as the elevator and accidentally ran into her. “Sorry, Sam…” I apologized, wrapping my arm around her waist.

“No, problem Tay…” she replied, pushing the call button.

“Is there a stairwell?”

“I think so…” she replied, “Why?”

“Well, when there's a fire-”

“Use the damn stairs!” Sam finished, grumbling. “It's gotta be around here somewhere.” She suddenly sprinted down the hall away from me. “COME ON!”

“Wait!” I called out, running after her.

“EEEERRROWLLLL!!!” echoed through the halls.

“BAM…BAM!!” then a loud scream followed it.

I rounded the corner into another hallway and focused on the glowing exit sign. HOT DAMN!!!! Noticing that Sam had already entered the stairwell and was now climbing the stairs. I finally entered and started to climb the stairs two at a time, trying to catch up.

“DAMNIT!!” she yelled, pulling on a locked door.

“WHAT?” I asked and finally climbing the last flight of stairs.

“The door is locked!” she rushed passed me and went to the second level door.

I descended down the stairs after her.

Sam opened the door and cheered, “YAHOO!!” She held the door open for me, “Taylor, let's get the Hell out here…”

“I'm with you, Sam…” I agreed, exiting the stairwell and entered into another dark hallway. “Now we have to find another one.”

“Lets go,” she gestured, sprinting down it.

I followed suit, two paces behind her, as we rounded a corner and came to another hallway.

“This way,” she suggested, turning left at the next hallway.

“EEEEEERRRRROOOOOLLLLLLL!!!”

I stopped in my tracks and spun around. That growl…or whatever came from that direction. I instinctively reached behind me for my .45 and found an empty holster. “DAMNIT!” That Creature was moving fast. I turned and bolted down the hall, praying that Sam hadn't gone too far. I skidded to the corner and looked back one more time as a shadow of sorts followed behind. Rounding the corner as fast I could and collided into someone. We flipping over one another and slammed to the ground. Everything suddenly went black, but I could still hear everything.

“TAYLOR!!!” Sam called out, rushing to my aid. “My god what happened?”

“We, collided…” Liv grumbled, pulling off her black mask and rubbed her forehead. She straightened her black OPS uniform and sighed. “She hit her head on impact,” she revealed, steadying herself as she rose to her feet.

“Liv?” Sam uttered, feeling my head and found a huge knot. “Taylor, it's going to be all right.”

“We've got to get of here,” Liv stated, looking around.

“We can't leave-”

“I didn't mean that,” Liv explained, “That Werewolf is gaining…can you support her?”

“Yeah, I think…” she nodded

Liv pulled out her .45 aimed and fired into the hall. “BAM..BAM!!”

My Angel asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” I spoke up. Sam's trying help me up. I began to stir and opened my eyes, but all I saw was one giant blur. An arm slipped around my waist as the other placed my arm around her neck. I tightened my arm around my Angel's neck. My hand brushed upon her breast and apologized, “Sorry…”

“It's all right,” the gentle voice assured, “I'm going to help you up, okay?”

I nodded, “Sure.”

“BAM..BAM…BAM..BAM!”

Sam lifted me with her legs, but I felt my legs give out and all my weight was on her.

“I got ya,” Liv assured and wrapped her arm around me. “Lets go!”

“INTRUDER ALERT…CODE RED…ALL PATROLS-” an automated female voice announced.

“BAM…BAM BAM…BAM!!”

“Come on…” Sam informed, “We're almost there.”

My sight was still blurry, but at least I could make out the different blurs as people. “Where are we?”

“Level 2,” she said, tightening her grip around my waist.

A loud blood-curdling scream echoed from behind us.

I glanced up, trying to read a blurry red sign. “Exit!” I blurted out, smiling.

Sam chuckled at me, “Yes, Babe…it is.”

“Do you have her,” Liv inquired, “I need to load up.”

“I do,” she said and whispered, “Taylor, do you think you can walk?”

“Yeah,” I replied, standing up and revealed, “But, everything seems blurry though.”

“You have a concussion, Babe…” Sam revealed, leading me towards the stairwell. “I'll lead you.”

Liv dropped her empty clip and loaded another. She followed right behind us, as she chambered a round. “I'm right behind you.”

Sam led me up the flight of stairs, as we climbed them my sight got a bit better and I could make out the stairs. I started to climb them two at a time again and was now leading her.

“Taylor, your sight?”

“Better than it was.”

“BAM..BAM…BAM..BAM!!”

Liv shouted, “KEEP GOING!”

“EEERRRRROOOLLL!!” it cried out, echoing through the stairwell.

“I can see the door,” I decreed, ascending the last few steps.

“THANK YOU GOD!” Sam praised, following me.

Pushing the metal doors open and we exited out of that Hellhole. We paused to catch our breaths and rest a moment. I glanced up into the dark sky and observed a shooting star.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” a male voice ordered.

“WHAT?” we shouted in unison.

The soldier was aiming his rifle at us and ordered, “PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!”

Sighing as I did this and grumbled, “Figures…”

Sam placed her hands on her head and spoke up, “We can explain-”

“SHUT UP!” he growled, grabbing his shoulder walkie and pressed the button. “Foxtrott to base…”

“Base.”

“Base, I have two civilians at stairwell 5.”

The doors opened up and The General came rushing out.

The soldier turned and shouted, “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”

“Corporal, take a good look at my rank.”

“SHUT UP!”

“What?” she growled, assessing the naive soldier. “You better restate yourself, CORPORAL RANDEL.”

He finally glanced down at her lapels, recognizing the black star and the name. “I-I'm sorry, Gen. Dakota…” he fumbled out, realizing that he's going to be doin' shit jobs for a long time and lowered his rifle. “I didn't mean-”

“Stop, groveling…” the General retorted and stated, “These civilians are with me.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Come on ladies,” Liv gestured for them to follow, “Let's get you two out here.”

Sam spoke up first, “Thank you, Liv.”

“Yeah, thanks…” I said and inquired, “It was you down there-”

“Yes…I was trying to find my own answers,” Liv revealed, “And in doing so, I evened up the odds.” She escorting them towards the parking lot and asked, “Did you find your truth?”

“Yes, I did…” I replied and expressed, “Thanks for helping me…” looking over at Sam and corrected, “I mean US…we couldn't have done it without your help.” I held my hand out for her to take.

She shook it and grinned, “You're welcome, but you did all the hard work.”

I chuckled at her comment and continued to walk towards the car.

“I'm so sorry about Daniel,” Liv expressed, “He was a good friend. If you need anything just ask.”

“Thank you, Liv…” Sam turned and gave her a hug. “I appreciate it…I'm sorry-”

“It's alright,” Liv whispered back, “I'm happy for you.”

Sam kissed her on the cheek and approached me, “Are we ready, Babe?”

“Of course,” I responded, pulling her close to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, “I love you, my Angel.” She grinned, placing her arms around my neck, “I love you, my warrior…” She pulled me towards her luscious lips and we passionately kissed.

I drove through Nellis' exit gate and turned onto the road, leading us back to my motel room. I glanced over at Sam, who had been staring out the window, deep in thought. “It's going to all right…” I assured and placed my hand on her knee.

“I know,” she said, placing her hand upon mine. “Now, that I have you…” she expressed, as a grin slowly formed.

“PHOSH!!!” as a tire blew out.

“DAMNIT!!” I grumbled, pulling the car over.

“Do you know how-”

“I sure do…” I nodded and climbed out. Moving to the right front tire and examined its tread closely, revealing a large gash. “Must have been one large rock.” I headed to the trunk, unlocked it and lifted the tire cover.

“A rock did that?”

“Yeah…” I replied, pulling out the spare tire and setting it down. Remembering to grab the jack and the tire iron, as I rolled the spare towards Sam. “Catch!”

“Oh, thanks…” Sam smirked and caught it just in time.

Malachi pulled up in her Jeep, which was carrying Falcon and Meg as well. All three climbed out and approached us.

“The reserves have arrived!” Malachi decreed and revealed, “We just happened to be in the area…” she winked at me and advised, “Taylor, you work on the jack and I'll work on the tire.” She relieved Sam of her tire and greeted, “Howdy, Samantha.” She then gestured over to her friends, “Taylor and Sam, these are my buds…Falcon and Meg.”

“Nice to meet you,” Falcon grinned, handing a bottle water to Sam, “Here you go.”

"Hello," Sam responded, taking the water. "Thanks, for the water."

“It's a pleasure to see you again,” Meg expressed, as her eyes ravished my body.

“Thanks…” I flashed her a grin and stood up. Turning to Sam and inquired, “Love, can I have a sip from your water?”

“Sure,” Sam replied, moving to my side in an instant and held it out. “There you go, Babe…” she whispered, pulling me close and seizing my lips for her own. The kiss ended and she glared over at Meg with the look of 'SHE'S MINE'.

Meg left in a huff and moved back to the Jeep and stood beside Falcon.

“Thanks,” I said, grinning.

“Anytime, Warrior…” she responded with a mischievous smirk and pulled me back into her arms, fervently kissing.

“Guys, you can help at anytime…” Malachi whined, as she finished jacking the car up. She glanced up and realized that the pair was preoccupied. “Sorry…” she apologized and began to work on the tire. “I'll just be down here…if ya need me.”

HEAVENLY GARDENS CEMETERY
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
TWO DAYS LATER

I observed my Brother's casket being lowered, as the soldiers folded the flag before me. Remembering all the good times that we had growing up, which flashed before my eyes. Mike at age six throwing his birthday cake at me, I'm chasing him around the yard with the hose during summer break, His Military graduation, my Academy graduation and our paintball championship.

Seven Honor guards fired into the sky in unison, "BAM...BAM...BAM!!"

A soldier approached me, handing me Mike's flag and saluted.

Returning the salute and held his flag close to my chest. I felt my hand being taken and gently squeezed. Looking over at who took it and realized that it was my Angel. She was lovely staring back at me, smiling. Her eyes bore into my soul, breaking down the door to my emotions and releasing them. I grinned back at her, knowing that she holds my heart and part of my soul. Glancing back at Mike's casket once more, as a lone tear escaped and rolled down my cheek.

MOMENTS LATER

The ceremony was now over and the small group of people came up to me. They each gave me their heartfelt condolences. I knew most of them at one time or another, his friends, his girlfriend Valerie, Jack and his family. Our extended family so to speak. I stared at Mike's coffin one last time, remembering.

“It's going to be alright,” Sam whispered, squeezing my hand.

“I know…”

“Sweet pea,” Jack called out, “Come here, little one.” He was my height, short gray hair, green eyes and medium built. He was dressed in a black suit, as he approached us. “Mike would be proud,” he whispered, giving me a long hug.

“Thanks, Jack.”

“Someone wants to speak to you,” he stated, moving to the side.

“Rachel,” I greeted, “It's been awhile.”

“Taylor, my condolences…” Rachel expressed, hugging me. She was a bit shorter that Jack, long brown hair and deep brown eyes. The tight black dress she wore revealed an athletic build. “The Lord must have needed his wonderful spirit up there,” she said, gesturing towards the sky.

“Yeah, I guess so…” I nodded, “Well, you look good.”

“Thanks,” she grinned and enlightened, “You look very healthy yourself.” She glanced over at the beautiful blond on my right. “Taylor, are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“Sorry,” I spoke up and introduced them, “Jack and Rachel, this is Dr. Samantha Evans…” I gestured, “Sam this Jack Trebor and his wife Rachel.”

Sam held out her hand and greeted, “It's nice to meet you Mr. Trebor.”

“A pleasure Doctor,” he stated, shaking her hand. “Call me Jack.”

“Alright, Jack...” Sam replied, turning to Rachel. “Mrs. Trebor.”

“Rachel, Honey.” Rachel shook her hand and spoke up, “We're so happy that Taylor here, finally found someone.”

“Rachel,” I voiced, catching the twinkle in her eye.

Sam grinned, “Thanks and call me Sam.”

"Alright Sam," Rachel retorted, “It's true, Dear.”

I sighed, “Sam, Jack and Rachel are close friends of my family.”

“We've known Taylor, since she was born…” Rachel revealed, “She was such a beautiful little Angel.”

I blushed, “Thanks, Rachel.”

“I'm not surprised,” Sam expressed, “She's a gorgeous woman, who happens to be my Warrior.”

I stared at Sam, wondering what I did to deserve this beautiful Angel by my side. I do love you… Feeling Jack's reassuring hand upon my shoulder and relaxed a bit.

“Let's give them some space,” Jack whispered, guiding me away. “So, how's my Sweet pea really doing?”

“A few bruises and scrapes, but I'm fine Jack…really.”

“Did you find who was behind it all?”

I shook my head, “No. But, I did get the murderer and the other-” remembering the Colonel's loud screams, “Perished as well.”

“What about the General?”

“Well, she helped us out of that Hellhole…” I stated, “Which by the way is very real.” I stopped for a moment and revealed, “Gen. Dakota, has been very cooperative in her efforts to find the culprit or culprits behind this whole thing.”

“Just be careful,” he advised and inquired, “She's still a suspect right?”

“But of course,” I replied and continued, “We still have to go back to Nellis to tie up any loose ends. Maybe I'll find something else there.”

“Well, if you need-”

“I know Jack and I appreciate it.”

“Lovely lady got there,” he nudged me, “Don't let her get away.”

“I won't…” I decreed, looking over at Sam. “Believe me.”

“Why don't you two come over and have some coffee.”

“Sorry, Jack…” I said, looking at my watch. “We have a flight to catch.”

“Where too?”

“Albuquerque, New Mexico.”

“Her Father's funeral?”

I nodded, “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well, some other time.”

“Of course,” I stated, heading back to our girls. “That's a promise.”

He grinned, “I'm holding you to that, Sweet pea.”

AREA 51

General Dakota was touring the destruction in her halls. The smell of death was overpowering, even after the removal of the bodies. Damn… She sent in a clean-up crew to remove all the bodies, two days earlier. So, far the body count was now forty, not including the bodies that were torn to pieces. Shredded beyond belief. Over all my years in the Military, have I seen act such as this.

Soldiers were removing some rubble from a hallway and tossing it into a large metal trashcan.

Liv continued through the rubble and blood towards the camera room. “SWOOSH!!” as she entered into the room and approached the console. “Let's see if there's a DVD,” she voiced and pushed a button. The DVD holder opened revealing it to be empty and pushed another button. A small console turned on and it read, 'TYPE IN CODE'.

After typing it in, another DVD holder opened and it revealed another, a second. “I just love back-up copies…” she whispered, taking the DVD out and switching it with a blank one. “Let's see what we have here,” she muttered, placing it into the original holder and pressed the play button.

The screen lit up with the images of Dr. Tepis and his assistances moving around three large cages. Within those cages were three human beings, sedated and bound spread eagle.

“What in the…”

NELLIS MILITARY HOSPITAL
MORGUE

The large room had built in storage cabinets along two of the walls. They could hold up to forty bodies, but normally remained empty. Four tables sat in the middle of the room, each had a body underneath the sheet.

A figure entered the dark room, dressed in scrubs and approached the bodies. Flicking a small flashlight on and began to read the toe tags. Until, the Stranger found the right one and lifted the sheet to reveal the body of Col. West. His throat was torn open, exposing his ripped arteries and a large chunk of flesh; that was missing. The sheet was pulled further back, revealing the Colonel's nakedness and pulled back over the body.

The Stranger moved towards the office area, picking the lock in one quick move and entered into the room. The beam of light scanned the room, until it found a large shelf containing cardboard boxes. The figure lifted the lid and thumbed through the manila envelopes containing the personal effects of the deceased. The light focused on one particular envelope, Colonel West's. Quickly the Stranger opened it and pulled out a DVD disk and stuck it into their pocket. Closing the envelope and placed it back into the box then, exited the room.

TAYLOR'S HOUSE

After finally changing into something more comfortable, which consisted of a white tank top with a matching sports bra, black jeans and my boots for the plane trip to New Mexico. I stepped out of the bathroom, carrying with me my outfit from earlier hanging from a hanger.

“Taylor, the ceremony was beautiful…” Sam spoke up, as she buttoned her shirt in front of the mirror.

“Yes, it was…” I agreed, laying my clothes on the bed. “Thanks for coming with me, Sam.”

Sam came up from behind me and hugged me. “You're welcome,” she replied and expressed, “I'm sorry, that I didn't get a chance to meet your Brother.”

“He would've loved you, Sam….” I revealed, leaning back into her and feeling her warm body next to mine.

“You think?”

“I know so.”

Sam stated, “Well, if he was anything like you then, I would have loved him too.”

I turned around, pulling her closer to me and gently placed my lips upon hers. The kiss was an innocent one. Until the hunger within, enveloped both of us into it's lair and bringing us together. Our tongues intertwining with each other, tasting the other and fighting for control.

“HONK…HONK!!!” came from outside our room.

We broke the intimate kiss, taking in a much-needed breath and stared into each other's eyes for a moment. “Damn…” I grumbled, realizing whom it was. “Damn, taxi.”

Sam caressed my cheek and whispered, “We can finish this later…”

“Promise?”

She kissed my cheek and replied, “I promise.”

Grinning like a grade-schooler, as I pulled away from her and picked up all our bags. “Let's go, my little Angel…” I said, gesturing towards the door.

ROLLING HILLS CEMETERY
ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO

There was a chill to the late afternoon air and the dark clouds hovered above us. They lowered the gray urn into the ground, as the minister quoted excerpts from the bible. His voice along with the howl of the wind blended into one, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

“Thanks for being here, Taylor…” Sam whispered, squeezing my hand.

I leaned over and whispered back, “I'll always be there for you.”

After the ceremony, Sam was approached by some of her relatives. A young couple with child came up to her and said their condolences.

“We're so sorry about Uncle Daniel,” the handsome man spoke up, hugging Sam. The chiseled looks, a six-foot athletic frame, short dark hair and dark eyes would've made him to be a perfect catch to some. “It's so tragic.”

“I know,” she replied, letting go of him. “It's nice to see you again George,” she looked him over, “You look good.”

“Well, Dana here detests couch potatoes.”

“Hey!” a blond haired woman interrupted, carrying a bundled up infant. Her blue eyes stared up at him with unconditional love and stated, “If I have to carry our child for 9 months and deal with the pains that come with it. YOU can at least be fit for us.”

“Hello, Dana…” Sam greeted, glancing down at the newest member of their family. “Oh, let me see the Angel…” she said, moving closer to the baby.

“Sam, do you want to hold her?” Dana asked, lifting the blanket that covered her and gently handed her off. “There you go.”

“Sure,” she replied, taking the bundle of joy into her arms and holding her close. “My…my…you're such an cutie, Gabrielle…” Sam cued, kissing the yawning baby on the forehead. She ran her fingers through the short blond hair, taking in the new baby smell. Gabrielle opened her eyes, revealing deep brown eyes. “She has your looks, Dana…and George's eyes.”

“Gabrielle also has George's appetite,” she informed, nudging him in the side.

“Hey, I can't help it…” he groaned, “It runs in the family, right Sam?”

Sam responded, “I'm afraid so.” She grinned at me and introduced us, “Taylor, this is my cousin George and his wife Dana and this bundle of joy is Gabrielle. George and Dana, this is my friend Detective Taylor Rineheart.”

“Hello, George…” I greeted and shook his hand. “You can call me Taylor. You have a lovely daughter there.”

“Thank you,” he thanked, looking me over. “It's nice to meet you Taylor.”

“Hello, Dana…” I addressed, shaking her hand.

“Hello, Taylor…” Dana spoke up, “So, how did you two meet?”

“We met in Vegas,” I replied, feeling someone's eyes upon me. Who in the hell… Turning towards the voyeur, as our eyes made contact with each other. There stood Gen. Dakota dressed in her class A's, observing us.

Dana voiced, “Oh, really?”

“It's a cute story really,” Sam informed, glancing over at Liv then, at me. “Go on,” she mouthed.

Grinning at her, “Excuse me.”

I approached the General and inquired, “Can I help you?”

“I came by to give my respects to Sam,” Liv stated and revealed, “I've known Daniel for sometime.” She pulled out .45 from her jacket and held it out. “I thought you might like this back.”

“Thank you,” I thanked, taking my weapon and placed it in the waist of my pants. “I'm sorry.”

“To be expected, considering that you believe that I'm involved in this whole fiasco…” Liv explained and enlightened, “I may not be a Saint…but I never claimed to be one.”

Raising a brow as I spoke up, “What are you saying?”

“Be careful,” Liv expressed, turning to me. “There's a saying that sums this all up.”

“What is that?”

“There are always lies among us,” the General decreed and continued, “The further you dig, the deeper you go AND when you do find it…”

“What did you find out, General?” I probed, knowing full well that she's hiding something. “If you know something-”

"YOU need to watch your back,” Liv advised and explained, “Someone close-” A bullet struck her in the chest, silencing her. She then, collapsed to the ground in a heap.

“What the…” I uttered, reaching for her.

Sam noticed them and shouted, “WHAT HAPPENED?”

“I don't know,” I replied, turning her over and perceived blood on her chest. “She's been shot!”

“Oh, GOD!” Sam gasped.

Mourners scattered, trying to find a safe place to hide. Some hid behind other tombstones and a lucky few made it to their cars.

“FIND COVER!” I roared out.

Sam ducked behind a tombstone, took her cell phone out and dialed a number.

After I dragged her to a large tombstone, felt for a pulse and found a weak one. “Just relax General,” I assured, as I applied pressure to the chest wound. “It's going to be all right.” It doesn't look good at all. I scanned in the area behind me and observed a large cluster of trees. Damnit…a sniper.

ENVIROMENTIAL AREA 1

Lab assistants were loading a sedated Adam and Eve into their perspective cages. Armed soldiers aimed their automatic weapons at the creatures and silently watched them from afar.

“I want them examined before we transfer them to the new facility, ” a stern voice announced over the loudspeaker, “And I want the reports sent directly to me.”

“Yes, Dr. Moore…" an assistant replied back.

OBSERVATION ROOM

A middle-aged man in a black Armani suit, observed them from afar. He had short black hair, brown eyes and a stocky build. “Dr. Tepis, you actually accomplished your life's work,” he acknowledged, with a smirk. “Too bad you won't reap any of the rewards.”

“SWOOSH!!!” as a brawny male in a dark suit entered. He focused his blue eyes on the gentlemen before him. His blond hair was shaved and his suit was cut perfectly, revealing his buff frame.

“Well, Agent Turner…it's about time…” Dr. Moore stated and inquired, “How did it go?”

“The General was eliminated,” the man replied, as he approached him.

“Good,” the Doctor nodded and remarked, “Brigadier General Wright will be pleased. Considering that he's been waiting for this opportunity for awhile.”

“Is that wise?”

“The Council believes so,” Dr. Moore responded and added, “Besides, he's has family ties to them and you know how that is.”

“Did you get a chance to look at the DVD?”

“I'm afraid so…” he replied and disclosed, “And I am not happy…I'm waiting for further instructions. Until then, we are to clean up and evac our precious specimens.”

MEANWHILE

“I can't believe that Liv is dead,” Sam affirmed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me. Trying my best to comfort her, “I know, Sam…I know.”

“Why now?” she inquired, as she broke down in tears.

“I don't know…” I said, shaking my head and kissed her gently on the forehead. I replayed our last conversation and tried to figure it out. “There are always lies among us,” I repeated, wondering.

“Huh?”

“The General said it,” I revealed and continued, “She said I needed to watch my back. Then her last words were someone close.”

“Do you know who she meant?”

I shook my head, no. “But, I believe she found out who it was…” I stated and added, “She was about to tell me, when…”

A female Detective approached them. She placed her notepad in her jacket pocket and disclosed, “Det. Rineheart and Dr. Evans, you may go now. I'll call you if I need anything else.”

“All right, Det. Smith…” I said, nodding.

Sam spoke up, “Thanks, Detective.”

“Come on, lets get out of here…” I suggested and lead her to her BMW. I opened the passenger door for her, “After you.”

“Thanks.”

I waited for her climb in and closed the door behind her. I got behind the wheel, looked over at her once more and started the car up.

“This isn't over is it?”

I shook my head, no. “I'm afraid not,” I replied and shifting it into gear. I pulled out and followed the winding road out of the cemetery. The drive to Sam's apartment was silent one, which by all means was necessary. Considering that we both need to put this whole thing into perspective. I need to call Jack…maybe he'll have some info.

HOURS LATER

Sam was finally comfortable enough to fall asleep, as a soft snore passed through her lips. I was leaning against the doorframe, watching her body take in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. God, your beautiful…so peaceful. We've been through so much in a short period of time. Out of all this tragedy, I found a loving soul. My cell phone vibrated, taking me away from my thoughts and bringing me back to reality. “Taylor, here.”

“Hello, Taylor…” Jack greeted, “I found some interesting things about General Dakota.”

“Go on Jack,” I said, stepping out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“I had to promise my left kidney for this info.”

“Jack…”

“Well, she's been known to affiliated with the National Security Association and her relationship with them was on the verge of a major break up.”

“The NSA?” I repeated and inquired, “In what way?”

“The General was working them over. She was traitor and had been under investigated for the past few months.”

“Investigated for what?”

“Espionage,” Jack disclosed and added, “They believed that she had sold some secrets to another party.”

“What kind?” I probed, wondering of there was truth behind this. “And her motive?” I blurted out.

“She was researching a new type of soldier,” he revealed and remarked, “Supposedly, it had something to do with genetics. There's a lot of money at stake here and money is always a factor.”

“Those damn Werewolves…” I grumbled aloud, remembering the horrific creatures.

“Excuse me?”

“Werewolves,” I repeated and explained, “I killed two of them in Area 51.”

“You gotta be joking, right?”

“No, I'm deadly serious.”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“Just Sam.”

“Good,” Jack stated and advised, “The less people know of this, the better. Less chance of someone revealing it to the wrong person.”

“What about the Assassin?”

“Nothing much I'm afraid. Just that it was a professional hit.” he informed and disclosed, “Well, the good thing is that you two weren't the targets. If you were…” he paused and finished, “I wouldn't be talking to right now.”

“Well, that's nice to hear…” I sarcastically responded and added, “I'll be sure to tell that to Sam when she wakes up.”

“I'm sorry…” Jack apologized, “I didn't mean-”

I assured, “It's alright, Jack…”

“Now, that Gen. Dakota is deceased, the NSA will be closing the case.”

“Is that so?” I inquired, raising a brow at the sudden closure of it all.

“Yes,” he replied and continued, “There will be an investigation into her assassination of course.”

“I would hope so.”

ON A C- 130 HERCULES (CARGO PLANE)

Dr. Moore was sitting in the side seats, typing into his laptop.

Agent Turner sat down next to him and informed, “The specimens are fine and we're getting ready to land.”

“Good,” the Doctor acknowledged and continued to type. “We're ahead of schedule,” he stated, “The Counsel will be pleased.” His cell phone rang and he answered it, “Hello?” He patiently listened to the caller and finally responded with a nod, “Yes, Sir.” Dr. Moore hung his phone up and placed it back on his belt.

“What is it Dr. Moore?”

“We have a change in plans.”

HEAVENLY GARDENS CEMETERY
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
March 5, 1989

I stood there dressed in one of my Father's black suits, which was one size larger than I usually wear. It looked good on me, as it did on him. After listening to the first five minutes of the Ministers kind words, I zoned out.

I remembered the look on Councilor Cox's face, as she pulled me out of my 5th period English class. “I'm so sorry, Taylor…” she said, handing me a note. “An FBI Agent called a few minutes ago.”

I unfolded the paper and read it aloud, “Miss Taylor Rineheart, I'm Agent Fredrik. I'm your Father's Division Supervisor. I'm afraid that your father, Agent Rineheart has been killed in the line of duty. We will be sending over your father's partner Agent Trebor and a Councilor. He's going to pick you and Michael up from school. My condolences to you both on your tragic loss. Agent Holston.” I just stood there in shock, wondering if this was just a nightmare. Praying that I would wake up and everything would be back to normal.

“Go ahead and grab your books,” Miss Cox advised, “Meet me in front of the Principle's office.”

I silently nodded, knowing full well that I couldn't utter a word, even if I tried. My skin grew clammy. I felt as though a cold breeze blew over my entire body, leaving me shivering in its wake. I guess this is how one feels when they're in shock. Boy, I could do without this thank you.

Mike flashed before my eyes and I gasped, “Mike…I have to tell-”realizing that Agent Holston probably sent him the same generic announcement as mine. “Damn…damn...double damn,” I grumbled, keeping my emotions in check. “Mike, what are we going to do now?”I asked myself, knowing full well that the empty hall I stood in represented our future. Alone and isolated, just like when I was seven.

I suppressed this as I did then and entered the classroom in search of my stuff.

*FLASH*

I was silently sitting in the back seat, looking out the window. Agent Trebor drove the Sedan and Agent Lowe sat next to him. Agent Trebor…I should say Uncle Jack, had been around us since I was born, literally. Considering that he helped bring me into this wonderful world.

My Father told me stories about their friendship and my parts within them. Each time he would mention something new, no matter how minuscule it may be. I still enjoyed them nevertheless.

“Taylor…” a gentle voice called out to me. “Wake up.”

“Huh?” I muttered, feeling the gentle caress upon my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and a pair of Emeralds lovingly stared back at me. “Hey, Beautiful…” I whispered, grinning.

“What's my Warrior doing out here?” Sam inquired and climbed onto my lap. You were so cute sleeping in my chair. It bout broke my heart to wake you from your dreams, but I thought you'd be more comfortable in bed. She grabbed the remote to the Large screen TV and flipped it off.

“I was talking to Jack,” I replied, pulling her body closer to mine. “I was watching inside the FBI and I guess I fell asleep.”

“Awww…” she voiced, kissing me softly on the lips. “And I bet that your back is really stiff right about now, too.”

My body was reacting to the close proximity of my Angel, stirring the growing warmth of my center. I realized that she had said something about my back and I should reply. I hadn't notice the dull ache, until she spoke of it. “A bit…”

She whispered into my ear, “How about a soothing back rub, to take your mind from it?”

A grin grew across my face, “I'd love one.”

“Good,” Sam said, nibbling on my ear.

Suddenly, I felt her busy little tongue outlining my earlobe and the ache in my back dissipated. Leaving another to take its place and this ache needed to be released. My hands slipped under her nightshirt and found what they had sought. Two perfectly round breasts, already freed from their confinements. Good, less work for me. Squeezing them gently, as my thumbs brushed over her nipples and brought them out of hiding.

Sam let out a moan and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed it's way into my mouth taking the initiative and control of the kiss. I felt her hands working on the buttons to my shirt and finding their way to my breasts. She began kneading them through the sports bra that I wore.

Gotta remove the clothes…I can't wait any longer. I removed her shirt and tossed it over my shoulder. Instantly my tongue sought after a hard pink nipple, outlining the ridges around the nub and caused my Love to let out another low moan. Patience my Love…soon I'll release you. Kissing the hard nipple before my lips began to suckle her, as a newborn would. My hand gave the other breast attention as well, squeezing it gently. I wouldn't want it to think I was ignoring it, now would I? I moved to the other breast and repeated my technique, with the same reactions from my Love.

Sam had slipped her hand under my bra and was fondling my very own. “You, have way too many clothes on…” she stated, breathlessly.

I released myself from her, observing her. She removed my shirt and had my bra off in on blink of an eye, tossing it. I chuckled at the wolfish grin she had on her face and the desire in her eyes. God, if it's true that one could fall in love at first sight…then, I guess I'm one of the lucky few.

“Lookie here,” she said and decreed, “Nippy's come out to play…”

Chuckling at this cute phrase and remarked, “They're kind of shy…”

“I guess I'll have to give them my full attention,” she informed, grinning.

“I guess so,” I muttered, feeling my nipple in her mouth and her tongue flicking it from within. The familiar heat from down below spider webbed throughout my entire body. I needed her now. The animal within, wanted me to grab her and toss her to the ground. Taking her over and over, somehow I pushed the urge aside and fell back into the passive position. By now my belt had been unfastened, pants unbuttoned and they lay open to reveal my smile-faced boxers.

She pulled me closer, giving me one searing kiss and our tongues fought with each other for the power of domination. Without warning her lips left mine and she climbed off of me. No…don't leave.

Sam pulled her silk boxers off and stood before me naked as the day she was born. She read this in my eyes and assured, “Baby, I'm never going to leave you.” She kissed me on the forehead, as took my hand in hers. Pulling me up out of the chair and next to her. “Come with me,” she advised, leading me towards the bedroom.

“Anytime…”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, grinning at the comment. She stopped at the bed and turned to face me. Instantly I was relieved of my boxers and pants. “Cute boxers…” she remarked, pulling me on top of her and pressing our bodies together.

I instinctively blushed, no ones ever commented on them before. “Thanks…” Placing a kiss upon her shoulder and kissed a trail to her lips. Praying that she didn't see me blush.

“My Warrior's blushing,” she expressed, “You're so beautiful…” Sam pulled me towards her awaiting lips and we passionately kissed. She ran her fingers through my hair, as the other caressed my bare back. We broke the kiss for a much-needed breath of air and for a moment we just stared into each other's eyes.

I fell into them and the world around me didn't matter anymore. I needed this Angel, as I much as I need to breathe and to taste every inch of her body. A soft finger outlined my lips and brought me back. Hello, I was doing something…right?

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“How beautiful you are,” I replied, kissing her finger. “And how good it's going to feel, when I'm making love to you.”

This time it was her that blushed, smiling up at me. “Come here,” she ordered, pulling me in for another fiery kiss. We then began the journey towards uniting our two souls into one.

“KNOCK…KNOCK…KNOCK!!!” echoed throughout the apartment.

I opened my eyes on the third knock, taking an eyeful of a naked Angel. Who by the way, was sleeping peacefully beneath me. “Damn…” I grumbled softly, trying not to wake her as I climbed out of bed. Grabbing my boxers and exited into the living room. I reached for the door and realized that I was showing my assets. It's too early to give a show to anyone… “For the Love of God…” I picked up Sam's shirt and put it on. I opened the door and growled, “What do you want?”

A FedEx man greeted me with a smile and spoke up, “I have a package for a Detective Rineheart.”

“That's me.”

“Good,” he acknowledged, handing me a pocket pilot and light pen. “Please sign your name here.”

“Alright,” I said, signed my name and handed it back.

“There you go, Ma'am.” He then, gave me a medium sized box.

“Thank you,” I took the package and closed the door. I moved over to the couch, ripping it open and looked inside. There was a manila envelope and a jewel case for a CD. I sat down, pulled the CD case out and opened it. It revealed a DVD, with a post-it note pasted to it. Reading it aloud, “Keep this in a safe place.” What in the hell… I sat the DVD down and moved on to the envelope.

“Good morning, Babe…” Sam greeted, hugging me from behind and planting a kiss on my cheek.

“Morning, Angel…” I responded, with a kiss of my own.

“I'm going to make some coffee,” Sam informed, grabbing my shirt and put it on. She then, moved into the kitchen. “Would you like some?”

“Sure…” I nodded, opening it.

“Would you like a breakfast bar?”

“Sure, what kind do you have?”

“Apple cinnamon, Strawberry or Cherry.”

“I'll take Strawberry,” I replied, pulling out an 8 x 10 color photo. It was a close-up of an attractive gentleman in his late 30's, short dark hair and alluring blue eyes. He was staring directly at the photographer, oblivious of the fact that he had been photographed. I swallowed hard and flipped the photo over, revealing a processing date. “MAR-2-1989,” I read and turned it back over. “Why?”

Sam noticed the look on my face and inquired, “Taylor, what's wrong?”

“Ummm…I don't know,” I expressed, as I continued to stare at it.

She sat down next to me, “Let me take a look.”

I handed the photo to her, “Okay.”

Sam stared at it for a moment, taking it in. She looked over at me then, back at the photo. “This is your Father isn't?”

I nodded, yes.

“You know you can tell me anything-”

“I know, Sam…” I acknowledged and revealed, “My Father was a Special Agent for the FBI. He was a profiler for them. My Father and Jack were in a pursuit of a serial killer. They chased him into an abandoned factory and began their search. Once inside, they split up…to cover more ground. Jack was attacked by the killer and in self-defense he shot and killed the man. He realized that my Father was nowhere to be seen and went in search of him. Jack found his body. He was laying face down in a large pool of blood.” I took a deep breath and exhaled, “My Father's throat had been slit from ear to ear.”

“Oh, my God…” she voiced, wiping the tears from her eyes. “That's just so horrible.”

“Yes, it is…” I agreed and finished, “My Father died March 2, 1989.”

“I'm so sorry…”

“Flip the photo over.”

“Huh?” she muttered, turning it over and read the date. “It's the same date.”

“Someone's brought my Father's death into this…”

“Taylor, I'm so sorry…”

I turned to my Angel and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Sam, it's alright…” I assured and enlightened, “It's been awhile and I've done my share of mourning. I realized that he's now with my Mother.”

Sam placed her hand upon my knee, “Rachel, told me about your Mother.”

“My Mother was beautiful,” I expressed, remembering her beauty and the damned illness that took her away. “She had been ill ever since I could remember, though.”

“What were their names?”

“Catherine and Hunter,” I replied and whispered, “They were good people and didn't deserve to die.”

“That's so tragic,” she stated and expressed, “They would be proud of you.”

I turned to her and replied, “I don't know about that.”

“I believe so,” Sam acknowledged, “You grew up to be a strong and honorable woman. Not to mention the fact that you're gorgeous, with a heart of gold.” She caressed my jaw line and decreed, “I'm honored to have someone like you in my life.”

A blush overcame me and finally I found my voice. “Sam we're both lucky…” I spoke up, leaning over and placed a kiss upon the tip of her nose. “Thank you.”

“What else did you get?”

I pointed towards the DVD, “By some chance, do you have a DVD player?”

“But of course,” she said, moving over to the TV and brought over her keyboard. She sat it on the coffee table and inquired, “Can I have the DVD?”

“Sure,” I grinned, handing it to her.

“Thanks,” Sam thanked and moved to the computer tower that sat next to the TV. She placed the DVD into the it's player and asked, “Can you turn the TV on?”

“All right,” I acknowledged and turned it on.

Sam came back over and sat down next to me. She typed in a command and pressed enter.

The screen flashed to life, revealing surveillance footage. The camera observed the lab techs pushing three large cages, each held a naked individual. They were spread eagle and strapped against the bars, unconscious. After it panned in closer, I could make out two out of the three.

“Damnittohell,” I grumbled, recognizing the two males.

“What is it, Taylor?”

“The first one is a Corporal Jenkins. He witnessed Mike's crash…he was brought into the CID's headquarters at the same time as I was,” I revealed and continued, “I've never seen the woman before, but the third one… Sergeant Kevin Becker. He was a friend of Mike's,” sighing at this moment, “Kevin warned me about Area 51 and he's the one that contacted Jenkins. Everything happened so fast and I didn't realize that he was missing. Damnit, this is all my fault.”

“NO,” she decreed, placing her hand upon my knee. “It's not your fault, Taylor. So, stop beating yourself up about it.”

I nodded and focused back to the TV. No matter what…the guilt will always be there. We sat there silently watching the footage, as the truth unfolded before us.

HOURS LATER

“MY GOD,” Sam finally uttered aloud.

“I killed Kevin…”

“In self defense,” she finished, “That wasn't Kevin anymore…it was a Monster. Besides, there were four of them and you had a fifty-fifty chance.”

“True,” I nodded, “You're right about that.”

“The question is…who would send this to you?” Sam inquired, “And wouldn't this DVD be under lock and key?”

“I would think so,” I replied and remarked, “Who knew where to find me?”

“Well, Liv-”

“Could have sent it before,” I finished, “Jack would've of told me.”

“Is there anyone else?”

“I don't know,” I shrugged, “And what's my Father's death have to do with this?”

“Maybe he knew something…or someone.”

“I guess,” I said and suggested, “I'm going to take a quick shower.”

Sam purred, “Would you like an extra set of hands?”

“I wouldn't have it any other way,” I expressed, instantly picking her up and tossed her over my shoulder.

“HEY!” she muttered, between laughs. “Put me down!”

“As soon as we reach our destination, my Lady.” I carried her into the bedroom, past it and finally entered the bathroom. Where I gently sat my Angel down, leaned over and turned the shower on. I spun around and was about to say something, when her soft lips fell upon mine. Falling into the kiss, head over feet and finally we broke it for a much need breath. “Wow…” I gasped, noticing that she was naked again. I could so, get used to this.

Sam laughed, as she removed my clothes with ease and led me into the shower. She pulled me close, right under the showerhead and fervently kissed me.

Our bodies pressed against one another, hands roaming. The warm water sprayed upon our heated flesh, massaging it and adding to the passion. The very desire that consumed us last night; came back with a vengeance.

After our passionate lovemaking, we dressed and finally had that cup of coffee. I stood by the window, taking a small sip, as I observed some kids at play. Remembering when playing and being carefree was all that I thought about. Until the day I had to grow up and help my Father raise Mike.

Sam came up from behind and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Care to talk about it?” she asked, laying her head against my back.

“About my Father,” I replied, placing my hand upon hers. “It's like I'm reliving my past…my childhood.”

“If it's too hard-”

“No,” I said and expressed, “I need to let it out. It's been locked away far too long. Besides, if we were to have a relationship…I wouldn't want anything to come between us.”

Relationship…she's thinking about it too. Good, I hoped that it wasn't a one-way thing. Sam acknowledged with a hug, “Taylor, I agree.”

“I was seven at the time and Mike was three,” I revealed and began my story, “This was the time when my Father was in an undercover sting somewhere. My Mom was so sick that she had to go the hospital. So, they had to bring us along.” I took in a deep breath and continued, “My Mom had all these machines hooked up to her. The Doctors would shake their heads, when they were around her, whispering. Thinking that I wouldn't notice or comprehend,” I growled, as tear rolled down my cheek. “I was seven…not an infant, like my Bubby…” I decreed, reliving every emotion from then.

Sam silently heard this, feeling herself tearing up as well and tried hard to stifle them.

“We fell asleep, waiting for our Mom. When I woke, Mike had disappeared and a strange lady took his place. She told me that she was here to take me to my Father and that Mike was somewhere safe. So, I went with her…” I paused, taking breath and exhaling it slowly. “She lied…she didn't know where my Father was and Mike was sent to our Aunt Bella. The lady took me to Kemper Military School. I didn't want to go there…I wanted to be with my Brother. She said that I needed to go to school and that this was what my Mother wanted.”

“Why didn't they let stay with your Aunt?”

“My Aunt knew that I was different,” I disclosed and explained, “Somehow, she knew about me. How? I haven't a clue…I only met her once. She didn't want my TYPE in her house, nor did she even acknowledge my existence.”

Sam gasped, “THAT BITCH!”

I chuckled and finished, “Anyway, I was at Kemper for four years. I kept sending out letters, hoping that someone would write back…nothing. So, the only thing that saved me from the isolation, despair and fear, were my studies. Each day thereafter, I became a cadet through and through. Until, the day my Father arrived and took me away from my Military family. I detested that…I finally adjusted, but it was never the same. I finally found out that my Mom died the night we left.”

“Taylor, I'm so sorry…” Sam expressed, as she turned me around and gently caressed my cheek. “A child should never have gone through such an ordeal, especially you…” she decreed, “Nevertheless, it made you a stronger, wiser and compassionate person. A survivor on all accounts...my Warrior.”

I pulled her in for a much-needed hug and whispered, “Thank you.”

“RING…RING!!!”

“I'll be right back,” Sam said, moving into her bedroom.

“Sure,” I nodded, watching her leave. And I never thought I would be able to share that part of me…with anyone, but I did and it felt good. My cell phone vibrated on and I answered, “Taylor, here.”

Sam picked the phone up and greeted, “Hello?” Silence was her reply then, a click of the receiver and a dial tone. “Oh, well…” Sam muttered, hanging the phone up.

An altered voice responded, “If you want to live…GET OUT NOW!!”

“Huh?” I voiced, feeling danger. “SAM, GET OUT!!” I shouted, placing the phone back and pulling out my .45. I bolted towards the bedroom, “Climb out the window!”

“Taylor, why?”

“DO IT!”

The front door was kicked in, as two armed men rushed in and began firing at me. Their weapons were equipped with silencers, reducing the sound. I dove behind the sofa, as a couple bullets whizzed by me, grabbing the DVD and the envelope. I had to get to my Sam… So, I rolled out from my cover, squeezing off two rounds and disappeared into the bedroom.

“THUMP…THUMP!!” as two bodies collapsed to the ground.

“GO GET HER!!!” a male roared.

I slammed the door shut, quickly glanced around room and ran to the open window. Bullets began to spray in from living room and I dived out the window. Damnit…forgot that we're on the 2nd floor. Suddenly, I flipped, praying that I'd land right and didn't damage myself too much. I bent my knees when I landed then, rolled to the ground to relieve the stress on my ankles.

“COME ON!” Sam shouted, waving me to follow. “This way!”

“I'm coming…” I muttered, climbing to my feet and sprinted after her. Following her to the Beemer and prayed to the heavens above for help. I observed Sam, as she climbed into the car and started it up. She opened the door for me and shouted, “GET IN!!”

I felt a stinging sensation on my right side, as I jumped into the car. “GO!!!”

Sam pulled out and burnt rubber out of the parking lot, as if the Devil himself had been following us. When is this going to end? “What happened back there?”

I glanced back at the fading apartment complex and sighed. “I had a phone call and the caller warned me,” I revealed, “And you know the rest.” My side began to pulse to it's own accord and I reached over to feel it. Feeling moister upon my fingers, as I looked down and noticed the blood. Damnit… “What are we going to do now?”

“We have to find a place to lay low,” I advised, “Whoever's behind this knew where to find us…which means that they'll know your plates, family addresses and friends. Mine too…sonofabitch.”

“You think?”

“I'm afraid so,” I nodded, as my cell phone vibrated and pulled it out. “Taylor here.”

“I'm glad that you took my advice…” an altered voice greeted.

“Who are you?”

“Don't I even get a thank you?”

“Sorry,” I apologized, “Thank you…”

“Go to Henley's airfield…”

“Why, should we trust you?”

“It's only a matter of time before they find you.”

“True,” I agreed and inquired, “How do I know if YOU'RE not behind this whole thing?”

“You don't…so, trust in the fact that I may be right.”

I thought about it for a moment, realizing that I've got to protect Sam. “Go on…”

“Go to the airfield and find a Cessna jet N977N. It will be waiting for you, board it and enjoy the ride.”

“Where will it be taking us?” I probed and glanced over my Angel. “Sam, head for Henley's airfield.”

“Sure, Babe…”

“You'll find out soon enough…Cio,” the altered voice stated then, hung the phone up.

Turning mine off as well, placing it back in its case. “Sam, we're taking flight out of here.”

“We are?” she retorted and probed, “Was it the same person?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Do you trust them?”

I shrugged, “No, but they saved us once already…besides, it's the only plan so far.” I glanced over at her, “Unless you have a better plan.”

Sam shook her head, no. “I'm afraid not.”

“I guess we'll be taking a private jet outta here,” I stated, holstering my .45 and kept the pressure on my wound. “We're going to make it through this.”

“I know,” she said, glancing over at me. “As long as I have you around.”

“Always,” I replied, grinning.

MEANWHILE

Paramedics were in the process of stabilizing the wounded men. They finally did what they could and pushed them out the door towards their ambulance.

“WHAT?” Dr. Moore uttered aloud, as he entered Dr. Evans apartment. “There were four of you!”

“Sir, two were hit-”

Dr. Moore turned to the dark hair Agent and growled, “There's no excuse…you are an NSA agent are you not?”

“Yes Sir.”

“FIND THEM!” he ordered, pointing to the door. “Now, get out of my sight.”

The Agent and his partner hurriedly exited out the door.

Agent Turner addressed the Doctor and informed, “They climbed out the bedroom window.”

Dr. Moore glanced around the room and sarcastically stated, “Thank you for your brilliant deduction Turner…I really don't know what I would do with out you.” He moved towards the exit and decreed; “Check all the data bases in this city, everything. I want Dr. Evans and Det. Rineheart found.”

HENLEY'S AIRFIELD

The Cessna sat parked on the runway. The door opened and the ladder was lowered, greeting us into it.

“I guess this is it,” I said aloud, looking over at Sam. “Ready?” We approached the craft and hesitantly climbed the stairs.

“I guess…” Sam responded, grasping my hand in support.

A beautiful red head stood at the top of the stairs and greeted us, “Dr. Evans and Detective Rineheart, it's a pleasure to meet you both. My name's Arron.”

“Hello,” Sam responded, as she stepped into the plane.

“Hi,” I said, following in tow.

Arron seductively brushed her curly locks from her gray eyes, observing me. The red dress she wore enhanced her figure, revealing her vivacious curves. She pushed a button and the ladder was retracted. Closing the door with a slam, locking it. She turned to us and suggested, “Please, buckle up.”

Sam made herself comfortable by the window and buckled her belt.

There were five remaining leather chairs in this luxurious plane. They were divided down the middle, with plenty of legroom and space. I moved to the seat right of my Angel and made myself comfortable. Buckling my seatbelt, as I glanced over at Arron. Who was speaking to the pilot at the moment then, turned to me at that moment and returned a smile. “Arron, what's going on here?”

Arron sat down in the chair that faced us and buckled herself in. “Detective, I've been briefed on the both of you and I know about Area 51.”

Sam looked over at me then, back at Arron. “How?”

I observed Arron, reading her body language for any falsehoods.

“Well, there's the DVD footage-”

“Your the one that sent it?” I interrupted and asked, “What does my Father's death have to do with it?”

“I sent the package,” she replied, “I'm afraid that I haven't a clue on what was in it.”

“Why?” Sam probed.

Arron explained, “I like you, are on a need to know basis.”

“Who are you working for?” I interrogated, feeling the pain in my side increase. Causing me to loose my train of thought, as a low groan left my lips. “And why are you helping us?”

“I'm not at liberty to tell you that,” Arron stated and disclosed, “I was told to do so.” She noticed my discomfort and questioned, “Are you hurt, Detective?”

“Damn…” I muttered, knowing that I'm caught and nodded. “It's only a flesh wound.” I pulled out the envelope with the DVD inside and placed it under my seat.

“Taylor…” Sam released her belt and came to my side, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't want you to worry-”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Sam spoke up, as her hands quickly removed my belt. “Where are you hurt?”

“My right side,” I replied, lifting my shirt. Revealing a bleeding gash along my side, caused by a bullet. “It only grazed me,” I assured, grinning.

Sam just shook her head, “I need a first aid kit.”

“Here you go,” Arron said, handing her one. “Do you need anything else?”

“Yeah, a drink…Bourbon would be nice…” I expressed.

“Taylor, I need take your shirt off and lay down on the floor…” Sam advised, pulling out what she need from the kit.

I got out of my seat, removed my shirt and made myself comfortable on my left side.

“Here you go,” Arron informed, handing me a small bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Why thank you,” I thanked, taking it and opened it. After taking two large swigs, I finishing it. Feeling my throat burn as the liquor passed it and entered into my stomach. “That was harsh.” A cold liquid was poured on my wound and it began to burn and bubble. “HEY!” I uttered in surprise.

Sam had poured peroxide on my wound and apologized, “Sorry, Babe…it's rather deep I'm afraid. I'm going to have to stitch you up.”

“Tis' all right,” I agreed, feeling the liquor's effect on me. Considering that I haven't had any hard stuff in over a year. I'm not really surprised…I'm a beer kind of woman anyway.

Arron knelt next to her and wiped excess liquid around my wound. “I understand why you might be hesitant in believing us, but we're really here to help.”

“Then tell us who you work for,” I repeated, feeling the needle puncturing my flesh and grimaced.

“I'm sorry, Detective…” Arron shook her head and retorted, “All I can tell you is that you'll find out soon enough.”

“So, do you work for the Government?” Sam inquired, as she created small perfect stitches. “Or a private origination?”

Arron glanced down at me then, over at Sam. “Let's just say I work for both and leave it at that,” she decreed, smiling.

I asked, “So, can you tell us where we're going?”

“A safe house.”

“Who were those guys anyway?” Sam questioned, tying off the thread.

“NSA agents,” Arron disclosed and informed, “You're the remaining survivors of Area 51.”

“Figures…” I muttered, rolling my eyes at the fact.

Sam placed a bandage over my wound and taped it down tight. “Taylor…I know that this may be hard to do, but you can't be running around like a Banshee.”

I slowly sat up, feeling the stitches pulling my skin and nodded. “The stitches…I know.”

“Promise that you'll tell me when your hurt,” Sam decreed, as she stared directly into my eyes, hurt.

I made contact with hers, noticing the seriousness and hurt that were within them and nodded again. “I promise Sam…” My hand gently caressed her cheek, outlining her jaw line. I don't know what I would do without you… Sam leaned over and placed a soft kiss upon my lips. They parted, as her tongue eagerly greeted mine.

Arron silently observed us and abruptly cleared her throat. “Excuse me…”

Sam pulled away and apologized, “Sorry, Arron…” She placed her tools back into the kit and closed the box.

Remaining silent, as I rose to my feet and sat back down in my chair. I observed our witness, as she put the kit away. My gut's telling me to trust her…I don't know.

Arron turned to us and politely asked, “Care for something to drink?”

HENLEY'S AIRFIELD

A greasy mechanic was slammed against a wall, knocking tools off the wall. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he pleaded.

Agent Turner punched him in the gut and growled, “Tell us where they went!”

“I told you…” he muttered.

“Wrong answer,” Turner replied with a quick punch to his face, breaking his nose.

The mechanic groaned in pain and covered his nose, protecting it. “Please…I really don't know,” he begged, as blood cascaded though his fingers.

Dr. Moore stood on the side, watching. He read the man's nametag and stated, “Bob, I thought you'd be more cooperative than this.” He glanced over the large tools and picked up a large wrench. “I don't have the patience for this,” he sighed and gestured to Turner.

The Agent grabbed Bob's wrist and placed it upon the workbench next to him. He then pulled the other hand roughly behind the man's back and held him tight.

Bob realized what was to take place and spilled his guts, “A Cessna…N977N. Birmingham, Alabama…Please, that's all I know.”

“Thank you,” Dr. Moore expressed then, slammed the wrench upon the mechanic's hand, smashing it.

Bob screamed out in pain, as the bones in his hand shattered. Tears fell from his eyes and he began to whimper.

“Something to remember us by…” the Doctor revealed and exited the room, “Let's go.”

Turner slammed the mechanic against the wall one last time and followed him out.

After a three hours on the Cessna with a reserved Arron. We finally make our descent towards our destination. Where I have no clue. I turned to our host and inquired, “Can you at least tell us where we are?”

“Birmingham, Alabama.”

“Wow,” Sam voiced, looking out her window. “I've never been here.”

“Well, when you said it was safe house…” I sighed, feeling the plane landing. “I suppose it's in the middle of forest right?”

“You could say that…” Arron revealed, moving towards the cockpit. “Don't worry, we'll be there soon.”

“Great…” I muttered, feeling the craft slow down and park. I leaned over and picked up my envelope and placed in waistband of my jeans.

Sam unbuckled her belt and spoke up, “Well, at least we're away from those NSA agents.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, knowing full well it could be worse. I released my belt and stood up, stretching. “Let's get to this SAFE house.”

Arron moved to the door, pulled the lever and the door opened. She pushed the button and the ladder extended towards the pavement. She stepped outside and recognized the Sedan that was parked, waiting. “Ladies, our ride is here.”

“After you, Angel…” I gestured, stepping to the side.

“Why, thank you Taylor…” she said, taking my hand in hers and leading me out of the plane. She glanced up into the afternoon sky for a moment then, descended down the stairs.

I followed behind, taking a quick glimpse of the area around us. Ground crews were scattered around, working on various jets and pre-flight checks. Sam squeezed my hand and pulled me towards the car. “Sorry…”

Arron opened door for us, “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Sam thanked and climbed in first.

“Thanks,” I said and sat down next to her.

Arron closed the door and got into the front passenger seat. “Drive,” she ordered to the driver.

The Driver turned the ignition on, placed it in gear and pulled out.

I observed our driver for a moment. He had short blond hair, pale skin, average looks and a buff torso. The first thing that came to my mind was a bodyguard of some type. His brown eyes glanced back at me through the rear view mirror, making contact before he turned back to the road ahead. Huh…he seemed to recognize me. Hell, he was probably briefed on us as well.

Sam whispered, “Are you alright?”

I nodded, “Yeah…I just don't like all this secretive stuff. I can't tell who the bad are from the good.”

She gently squeezes my hand and expressed, “Since, I have my Warrior with me…I feel safer now than ever before.”

“Awww…” I voiced, as a grin overcame me. Leaning over to plant my lips upon hers and was interrupting by my cell phone vibrating against me. “Damn…” I muttered, answering it. “Taylor, here.”

An altered voiced spoke up, “Well, I hope that your trip went pleasant enough.”

“Just fine…so, were you the one who gave me the DVD and photo of my Father?”

“I presume that Arron's been a good host. If you're wondering, she's there to protect you both.”

“Just answer the question,” I growled back.

“Yes…did you enjoy them?”

“How dare you-”

“Now…now, Detective…the disk is invaluable and the picture, a wake up call.”

“What do you mean?”

“Who's after you?”

“The NSA…” I retorted. “They wanted to clean-up their little mess…but, my Father-”

“Was assassinated,” the voice finished.

“WHAT?” I gasped, “Who are you? And how would you know-”

“Let's say I have friends in high places,” the voiced paused and continued, “About me…well, I'm a concerned friend.”

“A friend?” I chuckled at the thought, calming down a bit and dared. “Then prove it.”

“There's a envelope under Arron's seat. Inside will be another piece to your puzzle.”

I reached under her seat and pulled out an envelope. “I found it,” I stated, ripping it opened.

“The view from the cabin's patio is breath taking…until later.”

“What?” I uttered, “Wait…” They hung up, leaving me to hear the dial tone. “Damn….” I grumbled, hanging the phone up and placed it back in its case.

Sam whispered, “Was it the same person from earlier?”

“Yes,” I nodded, pulling out a two-page profile. I began to read through it and realized that my Dad had written it up. “This was his last profile…”

“Really?” Sam leaned over and glanced down at it, “Of whom?”

“A Dr. Fredrick S. Moore, he specialized in genetics…” I revealed and continued, “Moore was testing an experimental drug.”

“What kind of drug?”

I shook my head, “It's blacked out, but it goes on and says that subjects were delusional with psychotic symptoms. All four patients had one thing in common. They were all clinically depressed.”

“Well, delusional and psychotic symptoms are rare in depression suffers.”

“All signs of depression were non-existent before the attack. Each subject would turn brutally violent towards its victim. Until said victim is dead then, the subject would turn passive after the attack. The subject would have no memory of the act and become catatonic.”

“I know there was a Genetic behavior program that dealt with influence behavior, memory, emotionality, learning and cognition.” Sam thought about a moment, “I haven't read anything about drug that would cause that. Especially one that was made in the 80's.”

“It says here that they caught three of the subjects and fourth was still at large.”

“Does it describe the Doctor at all?”

I read through the profile and shook my head, “It's blacked out…half of this report is blacked out also.”

“Why?”

“Security,” I revealed, “The Government doesn't want anyone to know too much.”

“So, the Government has a drug that can make one into a vicious killer one second and catatonic the next.”

“But, what's new about that?” I added, placing the report back in the envelope and noticed that there was a photo inside. “What do we have here?” I pulled out an 8 x 10 color photo.

“I have a weird feeling that this has something to do with the drug that created those werewolves,” she remarked and inquired, “Another photograph?”

I silently stared at it. The picture was taken the day of my Father's funeral. I stood there holding the flag and staring down at the coffin as it was being lowered. It was a close up of me. There were two gentlemen standing in the background as well. The one on the left was a dark haired young man in a black suit. Hair trimmed, body fit and his eyes were staring directly at me. The other, a blond haired man was whispering something into his ear. “Who…” I flipped the photo over and read the back. “Taylor Rineheart (F), Dr. Moore (L) and Agent Holston (R).”

“Who is of?”

“It was taken at my Father's funeral,” I informed, handing it to her. “Our mysterious Dr. Moore is on the left. The man on the right was my Father's Supervisor, Agent Holston.”

“Really?” she said, staring at the photo. “Did your Father know this Dr. Moore?”

“No, not as far as I know…” I shook my head and added, “Well, our 'friend' said it was piece in the puzzle…”

“What puzzle?”

“Our predicament and my Father's death…somehow they're linked,” I revealed, feeling the car slow down and park. I glanced out the window and finally noticed the elegant cabin that stood before us. “I guess we're here.”

Sam looked over in awe and voiced, “Wow.”

Arron opened the door and gestured, “Ladies, if you would follow me.”

I climbed out first, observing our new surroundings. There was dense forest that encircled the expensive home and gravel road that led towards the highway. I guess this safe enough…we have forest to hide in.

Sam took my hand in hers and pulled me towards the cabin. “Who lives here?” she asked, staring at the modern design and enjoying its beauty. “This is just too beautiful-”

“I do,” Arron replied, unlocking the door. “This is my home…I share it with my partner.”

“You're letting us stay in your home?” I uttered aloud and added, “We can't stay here.”

“Yes,” she nodded, “You both are our guests,” Arron said, turning to me and decreed. “My partner invited you both here. Besides…when my partner decides to do something…it pretty much becomes law around here.”

“So, do you work for your partner as well?” Sam inquired, “Care to enlighten us with their name?”

“Yes, Sam on occasion…” Arron responded, “Nice try.”

“Are we just supposed to stand around here and wait?” I grumbled, pacing.

“Yes,” Arron responded and pointed towards the stairs, “Your room is the first door on the left. There are some clothes in the closet for both of you to change into if you prefer. Dinner will be served in an hour. Until then, make yourselves comfortable.”

“Thank you, Arron…” Sam thanked and whispered, “Come on Babe,” pulling me towards the stairs. “We need to relax anyway.”

FBI HEADQUARTERS
KANSAS CITY, MISSIOURI

“RING…RING!!!”

An older gentleman was leaning back in his leather chair, reading a file. Blond hair accented with a touch of gray and his skin tanned along with a few more added wrinkles. He leaned over and picked the phone up. “Agent Holston,” he answered and continued reading the file.

An altered voice greeted, “Good evening, Robert. Oh, by the way don't even waste the time in trying to trace this.”

“Who is this?”

“Someone who has some damaging evidence on you, Sir”

“What do you mean?” Holston inquired, laying the folder down before him.

“Let's say suppressing information on a murder investigation for one.”

“I don't have a clue on what you talking about!” he retorted, “I don't have to listen to this.”

“I have a document that has Dr. Moore's name upon it. I do believe that it's a profile on him and his test subjects. It was by one of your Special Agents by the name of Rineheart.”

“There is no such document-”

“Ahh…but there is you see. You should be getting a envelope soon and you'll see the proof,” remembering something else, “Oh, it's only a copy.”

“KNOCK…KNOCK!!”

“Come in,” Agent Holston called out.

A dark haired secretary entered and apologized, “I'm sorry Sir, but this just arrived.” She then held out a manila envelope before him.

“Thank you, Grace…” he said, taking it from her and ripped it open. “That will be all.”

She nodded and silently exited out of the room.

“So, what do you think?”

Agent Holston removed the contents and quickly read over it. His skin paled, as he read the closing remarks: 'Dr. Moore must have connections to high-ranking officials and may have immunity in all jurisdictions. I'm afraid that my Supervisor Agent Holston may be one of the connections. I have photo's of their transactions to prove this.' Damnit…I thought I burned all the evidence. He wiped the sweat from his brow and grumbled, “This isn't real!”

“Check the envelope and see for yourself.”

Holston dumped the contents upon his desk and there laid a proof page filled with tiny photographs. They all contained Dr. Moore and him meeting at different locations. “What do you want?” he inquired, finally giving in.

“Good…I thought you'd see it my way.”

OUTSIDE THE CABIN

The Driver was in the process of wiping the hood off with cheesecloth, when his cell phone rang. He stopped and quickly answered it, “Hello?”

THE STUDY

Arron sat behind her large oak desk, diligently typing into her laptop. She sat back in her chair, picking up the remote and pressing a button. The stereo's volume moved up a notch, releasing 'Enya's' beloved voice for all to hear.

A young blond entered, wearing a maid's uniform and carrying a tray with a glass of white wine upon it. “Ma'am, dinner will be served in few minutes.”

Arron took the glass, “Thank you, Megan. I shall be there in moment. Go head and inform the our guests.”

“Yes, Ma'am…” she nodded, leaving her.

She had a small sip from her wine and whispered, “God…hope this turns out well.” She finished reading her message and pressed enter, sending it off.

“KNOCK…KNOCK!!”

“I'll be right with you,” Sam called out, moving towards the door.

I observed the Driver having a long conversation from our opened bedroom window. I've stood here for a few minutes trying to listen in, but to no avail. So far, I've heard him laugh, mutter inaudible things and maybe even an actual word or two. Damn…it's not like I'm doing anything anyway. Sam has been in the restroom for the past twenty minutes, getting dressed and making herself presentable for dinner. She kinda' kicked me out after our bathing session. You have to cleanse every nook and cranny. Sometimes a few more times just to make sure you're completely clean. You know? One question…why do women take so much time getting dressed? Don't get me wrong…it takes me less than five minutes to shower and dress.

Sam opened the door and greeted, “Hello, there.”

The maid stood before her, “Good evening Ma'am. Dinner will be served in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, we'll be down in minute.”

“Very good, Ma'am.”

Sam left the door ajar and spoke up, “Taylor, are you ready?”

“Of course…” I replied, turning to her voice and was in awe at her beauty. About that question…nevermind. “Sam, you're breathtaking!” I gasped, staring at the red Oriental style cocktail dress that hugged all her curves.

Sam blushed and slowly spun around, modeling for me. “You think?” she purred with eyes that burned of desire, “Well, you're very sexy in that Armani suit.”

I was instantly before her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close to my body. “You know…we could just stay here,” I suggested, feeling my body aching for her touch.

She fixed my tie and gently ran her hands over my chest. “I know…but we are Arron's guests remember?”

“Yeah…” I nodded, lowering my head in defeat. “But when we get back…you're all mine.”

“I wouldn't want it any other way,” Sam expressed, pulling me in for a searing kiss.

THE DINNING ROOM

“Good evening ladies,” Arron greeted and approached the dinning table.

Sam and I entered into the large room. I led my love to the chair on our host's left.

“Thank you, for having us…” I responded, pulling out the chair for Sam.

Sam sat down and thanked her again, “Arron, the clothes are elegant…thank you.”

“It's my pleasure,” Arron expressed, sitting down. “Think nothing of it, Sam. Shopping, can be a spiritual experience at times.”

I moved around the table and sat to the right of Arron. “How did you know our sizes?” I inquired, placing the linen napkin on my lap.

“My partner…”

The maid entered carrying a bottle of white wine and poured some into Arron's glass. She moved to Sam and asked, “Ma'am, care for some wine?”

“Yes, please…” Sam observed her pouring some wine into her glass, “Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” she responded and came up to me next. “Ma'am, care for some wine?”

“Yes, please and thank you.”

She poured some into my glass and said, “You're welcome.”

Sam spoke up first, “So, your partner knew-”

Arron finished taking a sip and replied, “Yes, my partner possesses my skills and one of them is a good judge of character.”

The maid returned with three garden salads upon a large silver tray and placed one in front of each of us.

“Your partner knows allot about us,” I added, taking a sip from my wine.

“Knowledge is power…so the saying goes.”

The maid entered again carrying with her three plates. She sat the first one in front of Arron then, Sam and finally me. She turned and exited out of the room.

I stared down at my plate, with my mouth watering at the sight. There sat a large lobster tail, a sirloin steak, asparagus and a crab cake. I began to cut my steak into bite size pieces, plopping one into my mouth.

“This looks so good,” Sam remarked, taking a small bite from the lobster and expressed. “This is heavenly.”

“Our chef Thomas is such an artist at times,” Arron enlightened and informed, “Oh, by the way…the steaks are medium. Thomas cringes at the thought of a rare or well done steak.”

“It melts in your mouth…” I added, taking another bite.

LATER IN THE DEN

“That was excellent meal, Arron…” Sam decreed, taking a sip from her wine. “I can't believe I ate everything.”

“Thank you,” Arron said, relaxing on the couch next to them.

“I'm going have to work that meal off later,” Sam sighed.

“We have a fully equipped gym downstairs and some exercise equipment as well,” she responded, “You're welcome to use them.”

I scanned the room in search of anything personal that may reveal the owner's identity. Unfortunately there weren't any to be seen. Must have them locked away in one of the many rooms.

There were expensive oil paintings hanging from the four walls, a large stone fireplace, a projection TV, matching loveseat and couch set and a glass coffee table. A large Persian rug laid upon the hardwood floor, which was buffed to perfection.

“I've noticed that there weren't any photographs of you or your partner,” I brought up, turning to our host.

Arron grinned at her guests, “No, that would defeat the purpose of keeping partner's identity a secret. Now would it?”

“How long have you two lived here?” Sam inquired, taking a sip.

“For three years now,” she replied, lifting her glass to her lips.

I finally noticed the shimmering Ruby that was set into a gold band, worn on her ring finger. “Nice ring. How long have you two been married?”

“Thank you,” she grinned, taking another sip from her wine. “For five years now.”

“May I?” Sam asked, leaning over.

“But of course…” Arron said, holding her hand out for her to take.

“It's gorgous!” Sam gasped, examining it closely.

After an hour or so of getting to know our host Arron and relaxing from the large meal we just had. God, I never had flan like that before! Finally, she revealed a bit her life and her relationship to our mysterious friend. Arron is an Artist by trade and enjoys helping her partner out when she can. Her partner hasn't been home in while and she's anxious for their reunion. Humm…she's slipping…I've got to probe her a bit more-

Sam abruptly cleared her throat and apologized, “Excuse me…”

“Are you all right?” Arron inquired, setting her glass down on the table.

“Yes, I'm fine…it just when down wrong.”

“RING…RING!!”

Arron stood up, “Excuse me for a moment.” She picked up the phone on its fourth ring and greeted, “Hello?”

I place a reassuring hand upon Sam's back and noticed the tired look in her bright eyes. “Come on…let's get you to bed,” I whispered and rose to my feet.

“I don't want to stop you from-”

I shook my head, “Don't worry…she probably wouldn't tell us any more anyway,” pulling her to her feet as well, “Besides, we've both had a long day and I have a feeling that it's not over yet.”

BACK AT THE AIRPORT

Agent Tuner exited out of the Cessna plane, wiping the fresh blood from his hands with a handkerchief. A large grin was plastered upon his face, as he approached the Doctor. God, I love this job.

Dr. Moore had been leaning on the Sedan for ten minutes now, waiting. How did this change…I'm a Doctor not a foot soldier. I'm supposed to take over Dr. Tepis' project and now I'm here. They better pay me royally for this… His cell phone interrupted his ranting and greeted harshly, “Yes?”

Agent Holston spoke up, “Fredrick, our have plans now been changed.”

“What's going on Robert?”

“You're identity has be compromised and so has mine.”

“Explain yourself…” he retorted, growing annoyed.

“Does the death of Special Agent Rineheart ring a bell?”

“What about it?”

“Someone has a copy of the original profile on YOU and proof that I've been affiliated with YOU.”

“I thought you had taken care of everything!” he roared.

“I DID…” Agent Holston growled, “Never-the-less, the blackmailer wanted to meet the both of us.”

“This could be trap-”

“Well, we don't really have a choice now do we?”

BACK AT THE CABIN

Sam had me pinned against the wall, as her hands were busy unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips were upon mine and we were fighting for domination with our tongues. My hands were caressing her body, feeling the smooth material under my fingers and the warm skin underneath it. God, it's getting so hot in here. My right arm wrapped around her waist and my hand slowly moved up her back. Finding the illusive zipper and unzipping it as far as it would go. Feeling the warm flesh of my Angel's back, as my busy fingers unhooked her bra in one quick move.

“No fair…” she pouted, pulling my shirt off. Her other hand had begun to lift my sports bra up. “You have way too many clothes on.”

“I can't help it that you look so damn gorgeous in dresses than I do,” I expressed, helping her out of the dress and observing it fall to the floor. Her bra followed suit, as did mine. Sam stood before me in her red bikini underwear and a silky pair of hose hugged her sculpted legs. She still wore her matching high-heeled shoes, as well. “Bless it be…my hearts a pitter-pattering for ya dear,” I gasped, feeling the heat pulsing in my loins. I can't believe I just said that! I pulled her in for a searing kiss, forcing my way into her awaiting mouth. Need her…need her now. My hands were upon her firm breasts, bringing their nipples to attention with a quick brush from my thumbs.

Sam let a moan pass by her lips and she proceed to kneel before me. Her hands slid down to my waist and remained on my hips. She kissed my crotch, taking in the smell of my scent as well. “God, I love your scent Taylor…” she expressed, “Not to mention your taste…I could get off at just the thought of it.”

My God…I never knew she could talk like this- well, I just did. My juices were flowing now, as I felt the moister moving down my inner thigh. “I need you…” I growled, between breathes. Her hands worked on unfastening my belt and finally they were on the top button of my pants. She leaned over and unzipped my pants with her teeth. Suddenly, my pants and my silk boxers were on the floor as well. I licked my dry lips, awaiting my love's next move and hoping to God that it's going to happen soon. Feeling her hot breath upon my neither regions sent my body a quivering and I had to brace myself against the wall for fear of falling.

Sam evilly smirked, as she purposely teased me. Knowing full well that she had full control over me. Her musky scent is drivin' me crazy-gotta' control myself here. Need to make her beg…yep.

I moved my legs apart, giving her more access to her goal and my need. Feeling her hot breath moving closer to my burning center. I leaned my head back, eyes closed and desperately waiting for her touch. For what seemed like forever, I finally felt the tip of her tongue upon my hard nub. My body gave out and I knew I would've fallen if I hadn't already locked my knees together to begin with. Sam's tongue quickly flicked my pulsating nub and her hand slid in between my thighs, moving slowly up. Letting a guttural moan escape from my lips, knowing full well what that hand was going to do and anticipating it.

“BAM..BAM…BAM..BAM!!” was heard through the door, disrupting our intimate moment.

“DAMNITTOHELL!!!!!” I growled between breaths, trying to focus on what I just heard, “Sam, get dressed!” I grabbed my pants, pulling them up and quickly zipped it. I then, picked up my bra and shirt, throwing them on also. “My gun…” I muttered, under my breath.

“It's in the nightstand drawer,” Sam informed, sliding into her dress. “Can you zip me?”

I removed my holstered gun from the drawer and placed it in the waist of my pants. Rushed over to Sam's aid, zipped her up and kissed her on the cheek. “Are you ready?” I asked, removing my 9mm in one swift move and slowly opened the door.

“I guess so…”

“Good,” I nodded, peeking around the doorframe. I glanced down the hall on my left and then to my right, empty. “Stay close to me Sam,” I advised, moving into the hall.

“Right behind you, Babe.”

I held my weapon out and moved towards the stairs. I slowly descended down the flight stairs, keeping my senses on alert. Glancing around the empty and very silent living room. I found nothing out of the ordinary, as I moved through the room. Too quite… A gush of wind blew over my body sending shivers up my spine. I looked over and noticed that the front door was standing wide open. I cautiously approached the doorway and observed the splatter of blood on the wall as well as on the floor. “Damn…” I muttered under my breath.

Sam whispered, “Is it?”

“I don't know…” I replied, shaking my head. “Let's hope not.” I took a quick look out the front door and found a trail of blood leading away from the house.

The quarter moon was shone down upon the darken land, revealing sinister shadows everywhere. Glowing lamps lit the walkway path to the driveway. The Sedan was parked in the driveway with its tires flattened. A body was laying facedown in a pool of blood on the sidewalk.

I followed the trail and knelt next to the body. Feeling for a pulse on the man's neck and found none.

“Who is it?”

Recognizing the profile of the dead man as our driver and grumbled, “It's the driver.” I've got to get Sam to safety. I looked over at the Sedan and suggested, “Lets get to the car.” I finally noticed the tires and growled, “Damnit.”

“What's wrong, Taylor?”

“Tires are flat,” I stated, as another plan formed. “The forest,” I uttered aloud, moving across the lawn and accidentally stepped on something hard. I glanced down and recognized it as a .45 Magnum. I picked the weapon up and placed it in the waist of my pants. I reached over and grabbed Sam's hand and led her into the dark forest.

Sam stumbled and crashed into me. “Sorry,” she apologized, kicking her shoes off. “Now, that's much better.”

After we had entered the safety of the trees, I holstered my .9mm and pulled out the .45. I released the clip, checked the ammo and slapped it back in. Pulling the slide back, which chambered a round then, I held it out to Sam. “You have six rounds-”

“I don't know how to fire one those!” Sam interrupted.

“Really?”

She nodded, “Really…”

“Okay…no problem,” I said, pulling out my .9mm and held the .45 out for her. “Here, a Magnum has a kick…” I enlightened and placed it in her hand, “Take it.”

She looked down at the weapon and repeated, “But I don't-”

“These are your sights,” I informed, pointing to the front sight then, the back one. “You align the front notch with the back one, leveling it and squeeze the trigger. But since it's dark…just aim and squeeze the trigger. Don't pull the trigger. Be gentle with it and keep both hands on the handgrip.” I pointed to the safety and added, “This is your safety. Switch it off when you're ready to fire. Five rounds are in the magazine, which is located in the handle.” I pointed to a button next to the trigger, “This button will release your clip, be careful not to press it when you're firing. Keep the barrel aimed to the ground unless you have a target. I already chambered a round. So, you're ready to go.”

“Can you go over it again?”

“You'll do fine,” I placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, “Oh, by the way…”

Sam looked up at me, “What?”

“Don't shoot me,” I decreed, grinning.

“That's nice…” she remarked and pointed the weapon towards the ground.

“BAM..BAM!!” as the two rounds missed my head and struck the tree next to me.

“DAMN!” I growled, pulling her further into the foliage. We passed by a large willow tree and I quickly pulled Sam behind it. “SNAP!” as a branch was stepped on and the fall of footsteps were moving closer. “Stay,” I whispered, peeking out from behind it. Aiming my weapon in the direction of our attacker and patiently waited.

A dark figure rushed out from the shadows, carrying a .45 in hand.

I fired two rounds, “BAM..BAM!!”

The figure dropped to the ground, dead.

I paused for a moment and listened to my surroundings. The creatures of the forest were communicating to one another, but nothing out of the ordinary. Turning to Sam and warned, “We have to be careful…there's probably more Agents lurking around.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded.

“CLICK!” as the sound of Uzi being cocked.

“RUN!” I shouted, guiding her to the left away from our attackers. A spray of bullets followed us, as we headed further into the forest. Chunks of bark and foliage flew into the air, leaving a trail behind us. “Keep going Sam!” I advised, “I'm right behind you!!”

“Oh, God…” Sam muttered to herself, as she hurdled over a fallen log and stepped on a rock. “Damnit!” she grumbled, stumbling.

I leaped over it as well, grabbing my love by the waist and pulled her up. “We've gotta' get out here!”

“They're in sector 3!” a male voice shouted into his microphone.

“I'm moving…” Sam assured, rushing ahead of me. She ducked just as a low hanging branch came into view and continued to lead the way. “Watch out for the limb!”

I quickly turned and fired one round, “BAM!” It missed the Agent and hit the tree next to his head. “Damnittohell!” I grumbled and spun around. As I rushed after Sam, I realized what she had said and ducked just in time. I barely missed it by a hair and continued to follow her. She had entered a denser part of the forest, which only a fraction of the moonlight could get too. I could barely make her form out from the shadowy areas around us. “WAIT UP!!” I called out.

Sam ducked behind some trees and came across another fallen log. She climbed over it and snagged her dress on a branch, ripping it. “Shit…” she muttered, pulling it free. She took a step forward and slipped into a deep ravine.

There wasn't any sign of Sam, as I approached the rotting log. A spray of bullets followed my heels, as I dove over my natural obstacle. “Sonofabich!” I grumbled aloud. Tucking myself into a ball to dissipate my impact once more and soon realized that the ground I sought after wasn't there. “Shit!” I muttered and landing hard, “THUD!!” on my left shoulder, “CRACK!!” The wind was completely knocked from me, leaving me heaving for breath. A throbbing pain erupted from my shoulder, as well as a numbing sensation from my earlier wound. I groaned in pain and realized that I was being chased, “Damn…” Reaching up to touch my shoulder and noticed that my 9mm was missing. I glanced on my right and perceived a few feet away, a shiny glint of metal. “Bless it be.”

“SNAP!!” as a branch broke in two.

I sat up as fast as I could and lunged for my weapon, knowing full well that my attacker was in view. Please…please…let me reach-

“BAM!!”

The gun was in my hand and I aimed it towards our uninvited guest. It finally registered in my mind at what had just transpired. “Huh?” I questioned, raising a brow.

“THUD!!” as a body fell to the ground.

I turned to her and praised, “Great shot!”

“Thanks…” Sam responded, rushing to my side. She wrapped her arm around my waist and inquired, “Taylor, are you hurt?”

She helped me to my feet and replied, “My shoulder is dislocated.” I glanced around my surroundings and found a perfect tree. “Sam, can you grab the Uzi?” I suggested, “It could come in handy.”

“But-”

“I'll deal with my shoulder,” I informed and moved over to the tree. I took a deep breath and slammed my shoulder into the trunk, pushing the bone back into its socket. I growled out in pain, as the grinding of my bones overcame my entire being. My legs felt like rubber and I fell to the ground in a heap. “Hellinahandasket!!!” I groaned, trying to control my anger.

“Damnit, Taylor!” Sam called out, rushing to my aide. “What in Gods green Earth are you doing?”

“Putting my shoulder back in place,” I revealed between breaths.

She laid the Uzi next to me and remarked, “You could've asked for my help you know.”

“I know,” I nodded and explained, “I'm sorry…really. Besides, I've done this before.” I climbed to my feet and assured, “I'll be fine…just give me a minute, okay?”

“All right,” Sam sighed, as she picked up the Uzi and held it out to me. “Is there anything else I should know?”

I holstered my 9mm and began to unbutton my shirt. “Well, I kinda' ripped my stitches open. I have a few cuts and bruises, but nothing life threatening,” I enlightened and removed my shirt. I made a sling for my arm with it and tried to tie it, but my wounded shoulder wouldn't hear of it. “Damnit…” I muttered, fumbling with the ends.

“Taylor,” she said, shaking her head. “Here, let me help you with that.” Sam took the ends and tied it tight; making sure that my arm was secure for now. “There, was it that bad to ask for help?” she probed.

“No,” I replied, watching her and soon realized that I was being an ass. “I'm sorry-”

“Don't mention it…that's what friends are for,” she remarked, grinning. “You save me and I'll fix you up. It's a great partnership.”

I smirked at her comment, “So, are you hurt anywhere?”

Sam shook her head, no. “Some minor scratches and bruised behind,” she replied, blushing and removed a leaf from her hair. “Remind me to wear something more suitable when we are being chased in a forest,” she sarcastically remarked.

“Sam, it will be my first priority…” I stated, chuckling at this whole situation and voiced, “I guarantee it.” I heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance and moving closer.

“Hey!”

“Come on, partner…” I gestured, “Let's get the hell outta' here.”

“I'm right behind you, Babe.”

A helicopter flew in low, hugging the treetops on its journey past us. The spinning of the powerful rotor and spinning of its large blade disrupted the still night. Leaving in its wake, a mass of violently shaking trees limbs and sending debris into the air. Suddenly, the spotlight underneath it flicked on, bringing forth light to the otherwise dark forest.

“Lets go Sam!”

A NEARBYE CLEARING

We silently approached the clearing and to my left was a dirt path-leading out. There was a parked sedan sitting there, with its windows rolled down. I motioned for her to duck down behind some foliage, as well. I began a quick assessment of our friendly NSA agents. I counted a total of seven agents altogether all dressed in black fatigues, four carried Uzi's and the other three I couldn't make out. Two were roaming, another pair stood guard outside the sedan and three were sitting inside of it.

The helicopter circled once over the scene and finally came in for a landing.

Damn…this isn't good. An overwhelming sense of danger enveloped me, as I turned around. An Agent held Sam's mouth closed and a .45 was pointed to her temple. Her eyes revealed the fear that she was experiencing as well as the terror. I was stunned and slowly rose to my feet, “Let her go.”

The Agent ordered, “Drop your weapon, Detective.”

“There, now let her go…” I placed the Uzi on the ground, along with my 9mm.

He ordered, “Good, now turn around and move into the clearing.”

I did as I was told and was greeted by the two roaming Agents. Both men were smirking, as they pointed their weapons at me. I continued to move forward until, I was stopped by a hand that was attached to brawny male. His suit was immaculate and his hair had been cut to regulation. He focused his blue eyes upon me assessing me then, moved over to Sam.

“Ahhh…the elusive Detective Rineheart and Doctor Evans,” Dr. Moore greeted, stepping out from the copter. “It's pleasure to meet the person who took on Dr. Tepis' creations.”

“Fuck you,” I retorted and received a quick punch to my gut by the burly Agent.

“Show some respect,” Agent Turner growled, squeezing my wounded shoulder.

I fell to my knees in pain, gasping for breath. The gut punch numbed to the sensation of my shoulder and I groaned. I tried my best to focus my attention on a rock, as to subdue the throbbing and my body began to tremble.

Sam tried to move to my aid, but was held tight by her captor. All she could do was look on, as tears formed in her eyes. “Taylor!” her voice was muffled by the Agent's hand.

“Forgive my partner,” Dr. Moore apologized, as he stood before me. “I'm afraid that Agent Turner's ways are a little on the barbaric.” He turned and whispered to his partner, “Have Wilson and Ore check out the cabin. I want the DVD and any evidence brought back to me.”

“Yes, Doctor…” Turner nodded then, turned and left

“Watch them,” Dr. Moore ordered the Agents, “I've got some matters to take care of. If they try anything stupid, kill them.”

One of the men spoke up, “Yes, Sir.”

I glanced up and observed the Doctor talking to another man. I squinted a bit and recognized the man as my Father's Supervisor, “Holston…” Without warning, I was savagely kicked in the gut and flipped onto my back. I held my tongue and slowly climbed to my feet. “What the…” I grumbled under my breath, as I stared into the cold eyes of Agent Turner.

“You should've of stayed out of this,” Turner growled, smirking. “I'm going to enjoy torturing you.”

“Well, I'm gonna' love the sound of your neck snapping…” I retorted, flashing my best 'eat shit and die' grin.

The Agent chuckled at the ideal threat. He sauntered over to Sam and gently caressed her check with the back of his hand. “Pretty young thing,” he expressed and revealed, “So, I'll start with your girlfriend.”

“Fuck off!” Sam shouted and spat at him. The wad of spittle struck Agent Turner in the face.

“You BITCH!” he growled, backhanding her.

Sam's head jerked to the left from the blow, splitting her lip.

“BASTARD!” I decreed and took a step towards him. When I was struck in the back of the head with something. Everything suddenly grew fuzzy, as I collapsed to the ground in a heap and soon the darkness overcame me.

“TAYLOR!!” Sam called out.

MEANWHILE

The two Agents were on their way back from the cabin. Ore, a dark haired man in his late thirties, carried with him the DVD and folder. Wilson, a female with short blond hair and in her early thirties, followed a few paces behind. She was keeping a vigilant eye out for any security breaches, as she scanned the area around them.

A shadowy figure dressed in all black, stepped out from the darkness and pulled Agent Wilson into the shadows. “SNAP!!” the sound of her neck breaking then, “THUD!” as her lifeless body fell to the ground. The figure withdrew a knife from their boot and stealthily approached the other Agent.

THE CLEARING

“Wake up Taylor,” Sam pleaded, as she gently brushed the hair from my face. “Don't leave me like this. We're partners remember.” She held me close to her and placed soft kiss on my forehead.

The gentle touches of my angel and her loving voice called out to me. God, I don't know what I would do without her. I opened my eyes to a pair of emeralds that were lovingly staring down at me. I tenderly wiped the tears from her cheeks and whispered, “I will never leave you, my love.”

Sam glowed at the news, as a grin formed upon her angelic face. She leaned over and planted a kiss upon my lips.

“Awww…isn't this one of those Kodak moments,” Dr. Moore sarcastically remarked, “And me without a camera.”

We broke the kiss and turned to our spectator.

Agent Holston greeted, “Detective Rineheart, it's a pleasure to meet you again.”

“So, Agent Holston did your honor take you to new heights?” I inquired, as I rose to my feet and helped Sam up as well. “How does it feel to rise up through the ranks and be a traitor? Oh, never mind…” I sighed, “A coward has no honor. You betrayed my Father…” I decreed, taking a deep breath and exhaled. “You might as well of killed him yourself.”

“Really?” Agent Holston probed, “Tell me Detective what you really think.”

“Robert, I get the feeling that she doesn't like you very much…” Dr. Moore mischievously smirked, “Nevertheless, it makes no difference to your fates.”

The familiar sound of a helicopter was heard in the distance and growing closer.

“Another one?” I muttered under my breath.

“Ahhh…they're right on time,” Agent Holston informed and gestured towards his helicopter.

A figure stepped out of the copter with a briefcase in hand. Black fatigues covered the person's athletic build and their identity was covered with a mask. The Agent walked up to Holston and kept the briefcase by their side.

“Thank you, Agent…” Holston whispered, “Be ready.”

The Agent nodded and stood next to him.

Another helicopter descended onto the grassy clearing, just right of the first one. The rotors slowed down, as it's engine died down. The copter's door opened and a blond male dressed in a suit and tie stepped out, carrying with him a briefcase. He approached them and spoke up, “Agent Holston, did you bring it?”

“Yes,” Agent Holston nodded, “Everyone is present and accounted for.”

The masked Agent opened the case, revealing freshly bundled thousand dollar bills.

“Very well,” the man responded, thumbing through a bundle and handed over his case. “It's a pleasure doing business with you,” he stated and headed back his copter.

Holston quickly opened the case and looked inside. There was a thick folder filled with papers, some photographs and a DVD. A smirk formed upon his face and he retorted, “Oh, the pleasure was all mine.”

The masked Agent pulled out his .45, “BAM!!” firing one round into the back of the man's head. Splattering blood and fragments of the man's brain and skull into the air. His lifeless body fell to the ground in a heap, as the rest of the gray brain matter oozed out of the large exit wound. The Agent picked up the case and brought it back to Holston.

The helicopter's engine started up and the rotors slowly began to spin.

Two armed Agents rushed out of Holston's copter and commenced firing upon it. “RAAATTAARATTTAAA!!!” Bullets were sprayed into the cockpit, shattering the windshield and killing the pilot. Smoke bellowed out from the holes in the hull and the engine sputtered a bit then, died.

Dr. Moore cheered on, “Bravo!”

I held onto Sam, as we witnessed this horrible scene. “We have get out of here,” I suggested into her ear.

She simply nodded and gave me a soft squeeze.

A figure-clad head to toe in black, stepped out from the shadows. “Do you actually think I'm that naïve?” the Stranger spoke up in a mechanically altered voiced. “Drop your weapons.”

“What the…” Agent Holston took a step back and inquired, “Who are you?”

“Your worst nightmare,” the Stranger taunted.

“Robert, I think you underestimated someone…” Dr. Moore expressed and shouted, “Kill him!”

The armed Agents turned and began firing upon the dark Stranger. “RAAATTTAARATTAAA!!!”

The Stranger sprinted towards us, as the spray of bullets followed a second behind. Pulling out a .9mm in once quick move and fired two rounds at us. “BAM..BAM!!”

I pulled Sam closer to my body and prayed that it would be a quick death. She didn't deserve to die like this…

The round struck the Agent next to Sam and the other to the Agent to our rear as well. They both instantly dropped to the ground dead.

I sighed in relief and shouted, “Run Sam!” Grabbing the dead man's Uzi and fired it at the remaining Agent, “RAATTTAAA!!!”

Sam bolted into the forest and didn't look back.

The rounds ripped into the Agent's chest, exiting out and splattering his blood around. The impact of it caused him to be thrown back into the Turner, knocking them both to the ground.

I retreated into the safety of the forest, in search of Sam. “Please be all right,” I muttered to myself.

The Stranger fired two more rounds in the direction of the other Agents, “BAM..BAM!!” Then dived headfirst into the foliage and disappearing into the darkness once again.

The Agents reloaded and rushed after their retreating prey.

“When does you plan begin?” Dr. Moore drearily inquired.

Agent Holston turned to the masked Agent and decreed, “Kill them!”

The Agent nodded and squeezed off a couple rounds, “BAM..BAM!!”

I felt something wiz by me, missing me by a hair. “Fuck!” I growled, ducking behind a tree, just as the second bullet struck the trunk. “Damn…” I grumbled then, bolted from my hiding place.

“RATTTAAARATTTAAA!!!” another burst of gunfire echoing through the dark forest. “RAATTTAAARRAAATTAAA!!!”

The Stranger led them further into the forest, dodging the spray of bullets along the way. The figure hurdled over a fallen log at the last minute and disappeared into the shadows.

The Agents split up. One continued after their target, while the other moved into foliage to cut the Stranger off.

Sitting in the shadows was the real hunter. Another person had been silently observing them from a far, waiting. The figure clad in all black, glanced down at their Iron man watch. It read, 23:00 hrs.

The rhythmic sounds of a helicopter loomed in the distance.

The figure unsheathed a knife and threw it towards the Agent. “THUMP!” as the knife hit dead center in the man's chest.

BACK AT THE CLEARING

Dr. Moore grimaced, “Tell me this isn't turning out like the Area 51 fiasco.”

“It's not,” Agent Holston assured, “Trust me…I have everything in control.”

“I hope so,” the Doctor muttered, as he observed Agent Turner in the process of removing the body that covered him.

“Doctor Moore, can you please help me with this?” Turner politely inquired, trying unsuccessfully to move the dead weight.

“Very well,” Dr. Moore replied and approached him. “Are you wounded?” he probed, pulling the carcass off him.

Turner nodded, “It's my lower back.”

Dr. Moore noticed the entrance wound in the Agent's lower back and shook his head.

“Everything below my waist is numb-”

“BAM!!” as one round entered Turner's head, killing him instantly.

The Doctor squeezed the grip of his .45 and stated, “Control is relative.”

“I see…” Holston nodded and finally perceived the sound of helicopters in the distance. “I believe it's time for us to get the hell out of here.”

“I agree…”

The Stranger stepped out from the forest and into the clearing. “I really don't think anyone's going anywhere,” an altered voiced spoke up and decreed, “You both are under arrest.”

A spotlight shone down upon the pair and a male voice spoke through a loudspeaker, “THIS IS THE FBI. DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PLACE YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEADS.”

IN A ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST

Sam ducked behind some bushes in order to catch her breath, when she heard the announcement. “The FBI?” she repeated and grumbled, “Where in hell are you Taylor?” She noticed the bright spotlights lights moving in the distance. “Come on Babe,” she whispered, as thoughts of her Warrior being hurt entered her mind. “Don't think like that-”

A dark figure stepped out from the shadows, grabbed her from behind and pulled her into its lair.

“OMMPPH!!” Sam voiced, as a strong hand covered her mouth. She struggled to no avail, to break free from her attacker's tight grip.

“BAM..BAM!!”

The rounds struck the tree I had been leaning on. “Damnit…” I muttered, trying to catch my breath. About fucking time…FBI took their sweet ass time. God, I hope Sam's okay… I slowly peeked around the tree and noticed that my attacker was on the move. I brought up my Uzi and began firing, “RAATTTTAAATTTAA!!!” releasing a spray of bullets upon my target.

The masked Agent was in the process of ducking behind a tree, when a round struck them in the shoulder.

My weapon jammed up, “God damn it!”

“BAM!!”

The bullet missed my head by only an inch or so. “Sonofabitch,” I grumbled, turned tail and ran my ass off. This is like totally not happening… I entered into a thicket of trees and underbrush. Branches, thorns and anything else sharp ripped into my flesh as I passed through the natural barrier. Mischievously grinning from ear to ear, as a plan began to form in my mind.

BACK AT THE CLEARING

“I don't think so,” Dr. Moore chuckled, as he pointed his weapon towards their uninvited guest.

The Stranger had their .45 aimed at the good Doctor, as well. “You won't get away with this time,” an altered voice stated.

Two Humvees pulled up and parked. Their armed occupants piled out, totaling five men and three women from both vehicles. Each wearing bulletproof vests and FBI letter jackets. They readied themselves and aimed their weapons towards both men.

A female Agent ordered, “DROP YOUR WEAPON!!”

Agent Holston glanced over his shoulder at the Agents behind him. Turning back the dark Stranger and pleaded, “Can't we talk about this?”

“I'm afraid you can't bargain your way out of this Agent,” the Stranger enlightened, keeping their brown eyes focused on the Doctor. “Drop your weapon, Doctor.”

MEANWHILE

The masked Agent cautiously passed the natural barrier, in search of me. The person moved deeper into the underbrush and noticed my shirt at the base of a large tree. They tentatively approached the tree, keeping an alert eye out and finally picked the shirt up.

I swung down from a branch and kicked the Agent Square in the chest. Knocking the person off their feet and causing the gun to fly out of their hand. My shoulder protested the use of it as a small groan escaped my lips. Releasing my grip on the branch, I dropped down to the ground and was suddenly tackled by the Agent. I flipped the attacker off me and jumped to my feet.

The Agent pulled out a knife and came at me with it. Ducking just in time as the blade passed over. I sidestepped the forward thrust of my attacker, grabbing my assailant's wrist and pulled it forward, off balancing them. My knee made contact with the person's groin, with my other hand I reached out and pulled off the mask.

BACK AT THE CLEARING

“Do you actually think I'm going to give myself up?” Dr. Moore decreed, as a bead of sweat formed upon his brow. “We're both dead men anyway…” he revealed, “So, I might as well take out as many people as I can.”

“What?” Holston inquired, realizing what his friend was going to do and lunged out of the way.

Dr. Moore pulled the trigger, “BAM..BAM!!”

The Stranger squeezed off a round, “BAM!!” as they dived out of the way.

“THUD!” as the Doctor dropped to the ground.

MEANWHILE

I was absolutely speechless at the sight of Jack on his knees before me. My voice finally came back to me, “Why Jack?”

“Would you believe that it's for the money?” Jack nonchalantly replied and threw a handful of dirt at me. “An Agent's salary isn't what it used to be.”

The red clay got into my eyes and I was momentarily blinded. Jack made his move, tackling me to the ground once again. He straddled my waist, as his viselike grip around my throat tightened. My hands were around his throat as well, squeezing tighter and tighter. Choking the life out of one another. Feeling his weight shift to the left, with all my remaining strength I pushed him off me. I gasped out for a much needed breath of air and climbed to my feet. He threw a punch and struck me in the face, spinning me around. I backhanding him in retaliation and knocking him down.

“You were like family…”

“It's nothing personal, Sweet pea…” Jack shrugged, lunging at me with the recovered knife.

I sidestepped his attack, reached out and grabbed his wrist. Slamming it against my knee, causing him to drop the weapon. I instantly twisted his arm around and pinning it behind his back. Throwing him face first to the ground, “THUD!” as we both landed hard. My knee rested on the back of neck, shoving his face into the dirt and my unrelenting pressure on his arm kept him pinned. “You were my Father's best friend,” I decreed, feeling confused and hurt by the one person I trusted the most.

“Greed,” he flatly stated.

Shaking my head his answer, “Jack, I've known you all my life. Tell me what's really behind this.”

He took a deep breath and growled, “Hunter and Rachel were having an affair behind my back.”

Raising a brow to his frankness and retorted, “Jack, he didn't deserve to die!”

“Maybe not…” Jack responded, “I wished that something bad would happen to him, but I didn't kill him.”

“You're hands are as bloody as the rest of them,” I chastised and scolded, “You sold out…for a fucking office with a view and a nice fat paycheck. God damn it, Jack…I LOVED you and TRUSTED you.”

“Do you need some help Detective?” a male voice spoke up.

I glanced back and noticed that two FBI Agents were approaching us. “Sure do. I hope ya brought some handcuffs…it seems that I've misplaced mine.”

BACK AT THE CLEARING

The FBI Agents were in the process of cuffing Agent Holston, the wounded Dr. Moore and the helicopter pilot.

“You can't do this!” Holston shouted, as he was being led away. “I'm a division supervisor!”

“Shut up Robert!” Dr. Moore growled, as he was being dragged towards the recently landed FBI helicopter. His knee had a makeshift bandage wrapped around it, as blood slowly seeped through the cloth.

The Stranger approached an Agent and ordered, “Find out what's taking the other Agents-”

The Agents stepped out from forest, escorting a handcuffed Agent Trebor. They lead him towards the copter as well.

I was wearing my shirt, which I purposely left unbuttoned and followed them out. I perceived another person wearing black fatigues and a mask. God…not another one. I scanned my surroundings in search of Sam, but didn't find any sign of her. “Where's Sam?”

“She's safe,” the Stranger replied then, turned to the Agents. “Make sure you get the bodies as well and I'll meet up with you later.”

“I want to see her.”

“Alright,” the Stranger nodded and gestured for her to follow, “Come with me.”

“Who are you?”

“A friend.”

“You were the one that was helping us,” I said, approaching the mysterious friend of mine. “How did you-”

“When I found out about it…I had to warn you,” the Stranger stated and led her down a dirt path.

Nodding, as I walked along side of them. True…if they wanted to hurt us they would of done it by now…besides it sounds logical. Jack was like an Uncle and look how that turned out. I soon realized that we were heading back to the cabin. “So, you're Arron's partner?” I inquired, trying to find out who this person is. “Do you work for the Government as well?”

“Yes, I am…” the Stranger replied, removing the tiny voice disruption box that was secured around their neck. “Actually, we both do.”

Recognizing the voice as someone I thought had died and hesitantly spoke up, “General Dakota?”

“Yes?”

I was stunned for a moment and gasped, “I saw you die.”

“Fake blood, a vest, a sniper, some actors and boda boom! A killer death scene.” Finally the mask was removed, revealing a very alive Gen. Dakota. “My name real name is Devin Creed. I'm an NSA Agent in Counter Intelligence.”

“Devin Creed?” I repeated, “Your not a General?”

Devin shook her head, “Nope, it was just a cover to get close enough to Dr. Moore. I've been working on Agent Rineheart's case for some time now. I'm sorry that I had to deceive you, but I had to bring Hunter's killers to justice.”

“I see…how long have you been working on it?”

“A couple years now,” Devin responded, grinning. “But, who's counting?”

“How did you get my Father's case?”

“A co-worker of mine was going through some old case files and found it,” she informed and continued, “I read it once and had this gut feeling that something just wasn't right.”

“Always trust your gut,” I recited, remembering how my Father used to tell me that.

“True…”

“Devin, I'm sorry for treating you like I did.”

“It's all right,” Devin acknowledged, “I was being a royal bitch at times myself.”

“No, let me finish…” I reaffirmed and added, “My jealousy got the better of me and I was being an Ass. Please forgive me.”

“There's nothing to forgive,” she stated and continued, “We all make mistakes. We're only human. Besides, I was kinda' getting too emotionally evolved for a minute there.” Devin patted me on the back, “I happy that you and Sam finally hooked up.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “After all this tragedy, I was truly blessed to find Sam.”

“It happens when it happens,” she enlightened.

“Thank you, Devin…” I held out my hand for her to take. “For everything you've done.”

Devin shook my hand, “You're welcome, Detective.”

“TAYLOR!!” Sam called out and rushed towards me.

“SAM!!” I shouted back, wrapping my arms around her and pulled closer to me. Our lips met one another and we passionately began to kiss. Until, the need for air tore us from one another. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, now that my Warrior's here…” she replied, kissing me on the lips. “Is it finally over?”

I glanced over at Devin, who happens to have a large grin on her face.

“You guys make a adorable couple,” Devin revealed, “I'm happy for the both of you.”

“Thanks,” Sam grinned back and thanked, “Thanks, for everything Devin.”

“Sam, you very welcome…” she replied and added, “It's really over and you're both free.” Devin turned and made a beeline straight to her home.

Grinning from ear to ear at the news, “Did you hear that?” I picked her up and spun her around.

“It's over!” Sam shouted, laughing.

“God, I missed you!” I gasped, planning a kiss on each cheek and one on her forehead. “Sam, I love you…” I whispered, “with all my heart and soul.”

Tears of joy fell from Sam's eyes and ecstatically expressed, “Taylor, I love you too…” kissing me on the lips and repeated, “with all my heart and soul.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another searing kiss.

We parted again for another breath of air. Gazing into the portals of the other's soul and finding our destiny's intertwined within them. Slowly we sauntered towards the cabin, hand in hand.

“So, what's my angel been up to?”

“Well, I was kidnapped by a person clad in black and it turned out to be Arron…” Sam disclosed and continued, “As I was stitching her up, we had a very interesting conversation.”

“Interesting huh?”

“Very…”

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