One foot in front of the other.
Wooden wedges clacking on concrete.
It's a big building, so many steps to climb.
The traffic is loud, but she knows they're there.
She was in the IRA for fourteen years after all.
SWAT teams in their flack jackets with their assault rifles.
What do they think she's going to do?
Blow up the courthouse?
Oh.
Looks like her reputation has proceeded her.
She hopes they will keep her locked up tight,
Even though part of her screams at the thought.
She knows better than most what can happen in prison.
She just has to stay safe and give Michael time.
Michael.
Her stomach clenches at the thought.
There's a sound in the wind, carried over the traffic.
"Fi!"
Could it be or is it just her heart playing tricks on her?
"Fiona!"
Walk, she commands her legs, and keep walking.
"Fi!"
She has to do this. It's the only way.
"Fi!"
She sees the agent approaching from inside.
As she alights the top step, she dares to turn.
He's standing there on the edge of the street.
North Miami Avenue and its traffic between them;
Might as well be the Atlantic Ocean.
He's holding her letter.
She recites in her head what she knows he's reading.
Even before I knew your real name, I loved you.
Before I should have, I trusted you because I've always known your heart.
You do what's right no matter the cost to you and I've learned
When you love a spy, you have to be willing to make that sacrifice too.
At times, your job has made it hard to be with you,
But it's never shaken my faith in you.
I can't let you ruin anyone's life to save mine.
I have to force you to tell what you know.
If you don't, you won't be the man I loved.
Do the right thing.
I love you, Michael.
Forever.