Disclaimer: This is written for fun not profit, all characters belong to respective creators and producers.

This is a repost of a story I wrote a year ago. It is the same other than minor edits ( mostly spelling and grammar). I will be continuing this series and some other stories for Terra Nova.

Prologue

The alcohol had done little to numb her pain, but she knew it wouldn't matter now. Some things just had to be done, and this was one of them. Taylor needed Shannon to mount the resistance and she knew exactly how he could do it; she could only hope Jim Shannon would deliver the message. As for her, well Alicia Washington didn't have enough fight in her to be of any use to her commanding officer in the field.

She had done her best and faced life with everything she had; now she had to make sure the Shannon family had time to escape. And as the explosion lit the night sky she took off running with everything she had. They were on her in moments, she used everything she had to push through some of them, keeping the attention of the Phoenix soldiers on her. When two caught her arms and jerked her to a halt she knew it was over.

Ever since she was a girl she had known this day would come, she had hoped it might be when she had left something behind. Yet she had been close before, but as they threw her to the ground in front of Lucas Taylor she knew this wasn't one of those times.

Forced to her knees Alicia stared up at him, he hadn't broken her and he wouldn't. Yet he was the son of a man she had a great amount of respect for, once he had been a sweet inquisitive boy; she saw none of that now. His father had meant a lot to her for a long time; and she would never be able to show Nathaniel Taylor just how much.

Soldiers watched, waited to see what the man would do now. She should feel fear, or hate or something but long ago someone who also meant great deal had told her to find the good in everyone. That was something the military had not allowed her much of, something she had spent little time trying to do. She had one last chance.

"You have three seconds to tell me where my father is." His voice was cold and the sonic pistol was aimed at her head; he would fire. He already knew she would not break.

Looking into the eyes of a sick man she pushed to her feet. Seeking some measure of good, and there was; the only feature that tied him to his father. His father was a good man, and that was who Alicia thought of as she spoke softly. "You have your father's eyes."

A muscle in his jaw twitched and it was the end. Alicia Washington watched him pull the trigger as if time slowed down. Her body fell and pain exploded into agony racing through her veins; she hit the ground.