So this story starts after the events at the tower in season 1. It may seem kinda slow to start but it will pick up I promise! This is the first thing I have ever published so constructive reviews are much appreciated. Bass Monroe is my fav character so I made the story around him but will add Miles, Charlie, and Conner later. I do not follow season 2 story line but will use things from it like the patriots. I have many good ideas for this story so I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it!

Chapter 1

Sebastian Monroe walked on a deserted dirt road. He had been walking for weeks and hadn't seen many people. He knew he had to be in Texas now. Ever since the tower he had been trying to rap his head around what had happened. Like everyday since, he thought first about how Neville had taken over his army and had, had his own men shooting at him. Rage filled him, how dare he take what was his! He would kill Neville if he ever saw him again. He realized how unlikely that was and moved on to his other topic. The bombing of his city. His and Miles city, the one they had build back up together. The only good thing that had remained of their broken friendship. That thought always led him to think how Miles had come back and set him free. In his mind that meant that Miles still cared deep down, after all he had said they were still brothers. That had hit Monroe harder than he would have liked to emit. He signed shaking his head as if it could rid him of the thoughts that plagued his mind in the daylight and haunted his dreams at night. He looked wearily around, with no one for company, there was nothing to keep his mind from playing every bad memory he had over and over. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping behind him. Instinct made him drop to the ground, avoiding the branch that had been swung at his head. He grabbed for his sword, but was tackled by a different assailant from the side. They wrestled on the ground for a minute, before Monroe threw him off of him. Both scrambled to their feet, Monroe unsheathing his sword and his opponent a knife. Monroe backed away so he had both his attackers in front of him. He noticed both were in their 30s, and had a ruff, hard look to them. He didn't get to study them anymore as they both rushed him. He was able to wound one of them, but now the other one was behind him. Both rushed him again and he ran the one in front of him though with his blade. He only half turned when he felt the blade at his throat.

"Jimmy? You ok?" Said the man behind him.

"Easy there friend." Said Monroe, feeling the blade tighten on his throat.

"Jimmy? You killed him you son of a…" He didn't get to finish his sentence as an arrow lodged itself in his neck. His free hand went to his neck, his eyes bulging. His knife hand loosened enough for Monroe to slip out. He turned and watched as the man fell to his knees, then forward on his face. He looked up as five figures approached him, three had crossbows and one a hand gun. Three women and two men, all having swords on their hips. He looked in surprise as the obvious leader strolled towards the bodies on the ground, an assault rifle in her hands. She rolled both men over looking at the faces.

"Yup its them." She said, "We have been trying to catch these murderers for a while now. Sneaky bastards." She turned and smirked at him.

"Your lucky….." She trailed off as she faced him, swallowing hard. The look on her face told him all he need to know, she recognized him.

"Yeah lucky me." He said looking around trying to spot an escape route.

"You know this guy Nahla?" asked one of the young women. Monroe noted she didn't look over 17, with straight long brown hair. Then again the others didn't look much older than that, save the leader. She looked closer to his age.

"Not personally, no. But I know of him. This is General Monroe." The others looked at him as if sizing him up, as she glared at him. Monroe let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. So she didn't know for sure. She had never met him, probably never seen him, maybe he could talk his way out of this.

"I'm not General Monroe…" He began only to be cut off by the leader, Nahla, her eyes flashing as she raised the rifle to point at him.

"Whoa, Whoa! Easy!" Monroe yelled raising his hands in surrender.

"Don't you dare try to talk your way out of this you dam two tongued bastard! You don't think I would know who you are after what you did to HER!" She yelled, her finger twitching dangerously on the trigger of the rifle. Monroe swallowed hard. Her, she had said her. He mind spun as he tried to remember every female that had ever crossed his path. There were too many! He needed more information.

"Her? Her who?" He asked as calmly as he could.

"You've probably been with too many to remember a specific face." She said her voice dripping sarcasm. "But you would remember her."

"You're right, there have been a lot." He answered, smiling his most charming smile at her. Her face twisted in disgust, her trigger finger twitched again.

"Maybe we should take him back to camp? She will be able tell us if he really is General Monroe." Said the young girl that had spoke earlier. The leader finally seemed to notice how edgy her companions had become and she relaxed slightly, much to Monroe's relief.

"Fine. Tie him up." The girl nodded and handing her cross bow to one of the others, grabbed the length of rope hanging from her waist and proceeded to bind his hands together behind his back. He noticed one of the others retrieve his sword and the weapons of the two dead men.

"Lets go General." Said the young girl after she had finished tying his hands. She pushed him in the direction the leader had started in, noticing her scanning the area with her eyes.