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As I sat in the hospital bed with my wrists handcuffed to the rails, I was fuming. It had been two months since I had been shot down by the police, by Nick Stokes-the same person who shot my brother Alex to death. I still hated him. And I hated being in the sterilized hospital. Now I was going to jail for my crimes after I was fully healed. But I knew though I wasn't going to be going soon.

A male nurse came in clad in blue uniforms with three others. They informed me that I was being moved to another room. I didn't say anything. The guards outside my room allowed the nurses to transport me to the new room. Then at the elevators they pushed me into the small car. As soon as the doors closed they took off their hats.

"Glad to see you guys again," I said as they lock picked my handcuffs.

"The organization still needs you. Johnson may be done for but we still have you." One of the men said.

After they got me unbound I lay back down and allowed them to place a white sheet over my face. When the elevators doors dinged open and I felt the bed begin to move again, I knew I was home free.

*(Later)*

"We're sending you to New York City." Parker told Jason. "This girl right here can help us in our plan. Her name is Carmen Vern. The folder has all the information on her."

Jason was given a photo of a teenage girl with red wavy hair and grey eyes. She had a nice oval shaped face and flawless fair skin that made her quite attractive.

"Part way to New York you'll be flying. When you get to Massachusetts we have a car ready for you. But when you get the girl you'll have to drive all the way back to Las Vegas. Oh and Jason?" Parker took back the photo and led Jason to a waiting black car outside the warehouse. "You might want to change your look."

Jason nodded, and then he got into the car.