The Captain stared as the woman boarded the ship. He knew, from the phone calls he had received the past few hours, that she was important in some way that would never be explained to him. He also knew that if he didn't hand her the phone in his hand the moment she stepped onto the ship, some shadowy agency back in DC would ruin his career.

"Miss Walker, I presume?" He asked politely as her first foot hit the deck.

The woman looked back at him apprehensively and gave the slightest of nods.

"Phone," he said as he offered the object.

"Thank you," she replied, locking her eyes with his as she took it.

The Captain was startled by what he saw in this woman's eyes. His first impression was that she was a rescued tourist, disoriented and scared. But her eyes showed that she was fully competent and experienced. She reminded him of career soldiers straight from war.

She continued to stare at him, rather than lift the phone to her ear.

"May I have a moment?" Her voice was quiet and calm, but resolute.

"Of course."

Annie took a deep breath and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Annie." Auggie's voice replied.

"If you say so."

"I would love to hear about your ocean adventure, but unfortunately we have to talk about something far more important right now."

Annie leaned against the railing of the ship and looked at the infrastructure around her. "Like what?" Her tone was short and biting.

Auggie swallowed and took a deep breath. He actually felt a tear forming in the corner of his eye. "The MSS has released a picture of you to the press. Danish Authorities have already linked you to the explosion in Copenhagen, and Swiss Authorities appear to be highly interested in your involvement in a murder in Geneva."

The words spilled out of his mouth while Annie stared at a "No Smoking" sign directly in front of her. It was in harsh black lettering over the standard grey-blue of all naval ships. She waited to see if Auggie had more news. When she was sure he wasn't continuing, she asked "So what now?"

The tear he was fighting fell down his cheek. Her tone was all business, even after learning that her life was crumbling all around her. "You are burned, Annie."

Annie mechanically took deep breaths. "Can you come meet me?"

"I have to lay low while we assess the situation."

"That sounds like a good reason to get out of town."

"Yeah, perhaps. I'll see what I can do. For now, that ship is the safest place for you. Calder is handling damage control Stateside, and the good thing about where you are is that no reporter will randomly show up at your door."

Annie's thoughts were racing. "Danielle."

"Yeah," Auggie said. "It's not safe for you to reach out to anybody. Do you want me to call her?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay." He said. Annie could hear him carefully controlling his voice. "Annie, you know what this means. Things are going to get rough. You know I'm still here for you."

Among all the thoughts swirling in Annie's head was the pile of complications that would complicate her relationship with a covert operative. "From where I'm standing, that looks pretty hard."

"Don't worry about the view. Hang tight, Walker. We'll get through this."

"Yeah," She replied.

"I'll keep you updated. You get some rest."

Annie huffed as Auggie hung up. Her life had just been turned upside down and she was supposed to rest. She walked up to the Captain and handed him back the phone.

As fast as she had died, Annie Walker had been resurrected.