The Face on the Milk Carton

Reformation *Hannah Javensen-centric*

Episode 0: Capture

Hannah's POV

I was walking around Boulder, fuming. That stupid girl, doesn't she get it?! I ruined her life and she's happy!? Married!? When I get my hands on her…At least the new group is still here…

As I returned to the hideout, I suddenly found a horde of police cars surrounding the place, with most of the group arrested.

"Crap..."

"Is that all of them!?"

"Negative. We've got all of them but a Hannah Javensen."

"You mean the one involved in that case back East?"

"Yep. This will intrigue the FBI, but we'd best catch her first."

"Right. For now, we'll seal off the roads and keep her trapped in the city, BACK TO BASE!"

James' POV

"Hold it James. I want you to stay with Smith and Willard and watch for Hannah."

"Ugh...Really? I get to babysit the rookies..."

"Yep."
"Fine…"
As we re-entered the warehouse though, Smith heard something.
"Sir, there's someone behind this door!"

"Then open it!"
Smith opened it, and we looked in to a horror. Almost 30 kids, many wearing rags and malnourished, were huddled inside.

"My Goodness…Williard! Start emergency treatment, identity who needs immediate treatment so we can get them to the hospital!"
I then stepped out and called the commander.

"Sir, we have almost 30 kids here, many of them are extremely weak."
"Right…We'll send ambulances to pick up the worst, and a bus will be by shortly after to pick up the rest."

"Roger! Alright, Williard, keep up the good work!"
Let's hope that girl shows up soon…

TIMESKIP

Ok…It's evening, and she still hasn't shown up.

Williard has left with the kids, while Smith and I are still inside. Smith has already dozed off, while I'm struggling to stay awake.

Suddenly, I heard a door opening. Since I was behind a small wall, I grabbed my pistol, and carefully flicked off the safety and getting up.

I nudged Smith to wake him up, and as I peered around the wall, I was surprised by a girl getting into my face and grabbing for my gun.

Instinctively I flipped the safety back on as we starred grappling for the pistol, not wanting us to get shot if it went off on either of us.

We were soon both on the floor, trying to grab the gun, when the girl finally wrestled it out of my hands.

Before she could fire it though, Smith brought a metal trash can lid down on her head hard, knocking her unconscious.

I looked to Smith, and said nothing more than, "We got her."

TO BE CONTINUED