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Prologue

John could feel the Machine next to him, helping. John shot at a Samaritan operative on his left, turned, then shot in another. One operative shot him in the shoulder. John fell. He got back up and continued shooting. He got shot again, this time in the stomach, and fell. This time he didn't get back up. He kept shooting, but he was soon surrounded. He let out a short breath, and put the gun down. He was going to die anyway. He herd the missile soon, and he sighed. He turned his head towards the sound of the missile. He could see it coming towards him.

Then everything went black

"Well? Is he alive?"

"Barley. He probably won't survive the night."

"He could be a valuable asset. Take him to Headquarters. Make sure he lives."

"Of course, Mr. Charning."

Harold smiled nervously. Grace looked down at the table, sipping her hot cocoa. She still wasn't talking. She was still in shock. That't not too surprising, considering what Harold had just told her. Which was everything. She wasn't in danger anymore, thanks to John. Harold's smile faltered. He couldn't stop thinking about him. About what he did.

Grace looked up "Well. That's umm.. wow." She said. Harold nodded. "So.." She continued "You are done? Is that Machine still working?"

"Well..," Harold started. "I honestly don't know. It really depends on-"

"Finch!" Shouted a familiar voice. Harold turned his head around and he saw Shaw, Lionel and Bear running toward him.

"Ms. Shaw? Lional? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"The Machine is still working" Shaw said. "And we have a new number. Come on!" Harold reached down to pet Bear. He looked up at Shaw. Shaw looked at Grace and sighed.

"Your not coming, are you?" Shaw said sadly. Harold looked up. He wanted to, of coarse he wanted to! But he wouldn't put Grace in danger again. He opened his mouth to speak, but Grace spoke first.

"Harold, I know you want to go," She said. "And I know you won't leave me again. But I can tell that these numbers- or whatever you call them, need your help. So I want you to go."

Harold looked at her in surprise. "But-" He started.

"I'll let you go on one condition." Grace said. "I want to come to." Harold's eye's widened. He studied her face to see if she was joking. No, she was completely serious.

"No! Its way too dangerous. I won't-"

"Finch," Shaw said. "I need all the help i can get. Without Reese-" She stopped. She and Harold were both looking at the ground.

"Mr. Reese made a sacrifice for us, so we could live." Harold looked up at Shaw. "I wont throw that sacrifice away. He deserves better."

Shaw was still looking at the ground. "Your right." She said. "He sacrificed himself for us. But because of that sacrifice, the Machine is still running. How are we honoring his sacrifice if we ignore The Machine?" Lionel nodded in agreement.

Harold pursed his lips. "All right. Ill come with you."

Grace smiled. "We"ll come with you." Harold looked worried, but he did't say anything.

"Great." Lionel said. "Who exactly are you?" He said to Grace. Harold and Shaw laughed quietly.

"This is Grace," Harold said. "She's my.. um.." Grace smiled.

"Fiance" She said proudly. Harold smiled.

John opened his eye's slowly. He looked up at a man. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. And he was smiling. John tried to sit up quickly, but it hurt too much. He looked down. He had several gunshot wounds. Then he remembered. The missile, the shots, everything. He looked up at the man. "How am i alive?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't you be alive? You didn't get shot anywhere fatal." The man said.

John furrowed his eyebrows. "That's almost impossible. What about the missile?"

"Ah yes, the missile. That was just your last simulation." The man said.

"I don't believe you. I should be dead." John looked around. He was in a white room, with mirrors on the wall by the foot of the bed he was laying on. The bed was white too. There were a couple other people in the room, and one put a cup on a nightstand next to the bed on John's left. His wrists were tied to the sides of the bed. "And where am I?" He asked.

"You were captured by my operatives, remember? You were trying to stop Samaritan with a virus, and you did get the drive's in. But you got captured by us, and none of your so-called friends bothered to come looking for you."

"I still don't believe a word your saying." John said.

"You will soon." Said the man. He turned to one of the other men in the room. Get a needle. Start a simulation."

"Of course, Mr. Charning."

Charning turned back to John. "You see, you will believe us, and you will help us rebuild Samaritan.

John shook his head. "I will never help you. Even if i eventually believe anything you ever say." The man came back with a needle and started to push into John's neck. His eye's rolled to the back of his head.

"Simulation 001 is starting." Said the man with the needle.

"Good," said Charning. "The path to rebuild Samaritan has begun."