She wasn't used to hiding.
It wasn't what she did.
At least not since she'd joined Section.
She became a trained assassin.
She was like a widow spider.
She killed everyone around her eventually.
Except him.
He was her dirty little secret.
The one she could be killed for seeing,
loving.
She was suppose to be untouchable…
But he broke through her defenses.
Where Walter was like a father,
Michael was so much more.
He was also what had lead to her hiding.
She was weak,
Not defenseless though.
She knew he had a son,
That he would protect.
She knew SHE would be protected.
SHE had also lead to the hiding.
Michael insisting that SHE couldn't be shipped off,
Hid somewhere completely safe.
This safe house,
It was surrounded by C-4.
Lovely stuff that.
When she detected the camouflaged people,
When she counted their numbers,
Already encircling the house.
There was but one thing left to do.
He would already be on his way,
But he would be too late.
She went into the smaller bedroom,
Looking at the small child in the bed,
The one with her hair and his eyes.
She would never see Michael's eyes again.
She would be killing so much with one touch of the trigger.
As she cradled her daughter in her arms,
The detonator carefully being held away from the innocence.
She wasn't sure if she would succeed with her endeavor,
But she had to try.
She knew what fate lay ahead for her daughter,
if those monsters got a hold of her.
And as she flipped up the switch,
The button so close to her thumb,
She gently kissed the sleeping babe's head.
She whispered sorry over and over again,
Not quite sure who she was saying it to by the end.
She heard their boots thundering up the stairs.
When she was sure they were all in the house,
She waited for one to see her.
They drew their guns.
But as the weapons of minimal destruction were aimed,
She held up the one that was able to produce mass destruction.
With one final word, she accomplished saving her child from the horrors of the world.
As the word was spoken, the men just looked on in resignation.
They knew that to shoot her, or the child, was now pointless, they would all be dead in seconds anyway.
Her one whispered word, that held the fate of so many,
Spoken with a hint of a smile,
Always.
"Boom".