The dull aching spread like wild fire, starting at her chest and making its way through her entire being. Tears spilled as she looked at the face before her, Jason's face. The situation had called for her to pull the trigger, it required her to. If she hadn't, then she herself would have been the lifeless body on the floor. She shook her head, trying to come to her senses - she had to get out of there. She rose from off the ground, blinking tears from her eyes. With one last fleeting glance, Charlie walked away from Jason and fled the building.

With a hand on the sheath of her sword, Charlie made her way through the chaos of people scrambling to find safety. She looked left and right seeking out a familiar face. When she finally found it, she herself scrambled to reach him. "Miles," she started trying to find the words to explain to her uncle about what happened. With one look at his eyes she knew that he didn't need an explanation at that moment. Instead, they themselves had to find safety from the rangers who were searching for the murderer of one of their precious Texas cadets.

Together they moved, weaving in and out, trying to remain as invisible as possible. They only stopped moving when they finally reached the rendezvous spot previously agreed upon. Miles looked at his niece who was covered in blood. When he first saw the blood, he was terrified that it had been Charlie's. But after seeing remorse on her face and not pain, he made the decision that they needed to get to safety first before asking her what had happened. Now that they were finally safe; however, Miles knew that he needed to know what went on when they had separated, looking for the Patriot cadet who was assigned to carry out the assassination and boy did that come back to bite him in the ass. So with a heavy sigh, he began, "Kid, you know I've gotta ask. What happened?"

"What happened?" This question kept rolling in Charlie's mind as she searched for the words that would answer it. She took a deep breath in and willed her voice to sound calm and steady. "Jason," she started with a sigh, "he was activated. I had followed him and what it comes down to is that one of us wasn't going to come out alive and I won." The words sounded cold in her ears, but it was the simplest way of explaining the matter without breaking down. She no longer loved Jason, hell, she wasn't even sure if she ever really did. But he was, at one point, one of the only people that she could rely on. He wasn't as trustworthy as Miles or Nora, but she could depend on him and because of that, she grew infatuated with the boy. Looking back, she regretted taking the people she loved and cared about for granted, she missed that now, a lot.

Miles agreed with her and left it at that. He looked at her sympathetically, but knew that what she did was hard and that it would take time for her to recover from that. He pushed up against the wall that he was leaning against and carefully looked around for any sign of Bass and Connor. He knew that with or without them, he and Charlie would need to move soon. Miles looked back at niece to briefly check on her before turning back and spotted the two skulking along the adjacent buildings. Miles released a breath that he didn't know he was holding when the two finally reached them. He let his gaze drift over the two of them quickly to make sure they weren't injured. Satisfied, Miles turned to Bass, "What the hell took you two so long?"

Bass rolled his eyes at Miles' question and simply shrugged his shoulders deciding that the question didn't deserve an answer. He knew all too well that Miles could have guessed what took them so long, especially considering that it was Bass who pulled the trigger that killed the Patriot cadet. He looked to his son who had slid past Miles and walked to a figure lurking in the shadows that he assumed was Charlie.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Connor asked Charlie.

"None of your concern" she bit out, resisting the urge to punch him.

"Can I not be worried about you?"

"You weren't worried, you were being annoyingly nosy." Charlie replied bitterly.

"What crawled up your ass?"

"Monroe, I suggest you do something with your son before I kill him." She darkly thought that it wouldn't be the first time that she killed someone that she knew today.

Bass looked over at his son after hearing Charlie address him. He studied Connor and saw that he looked torn between being terrified and pissed off and briefly wondered how it was that his son could be scared. Did he not have the blood of Monroe coursing through his veins? It wasn't until Monroe looked over at Charlie that he realized why Connor would look terrified. Charlie was not joking when she said that she would kill Connor, if looks could kill he would be dead already. He shot Miles a questioning glare before walking over and taking Connor away from Charlie.

The four had started back north hoping to reach Rachel, Gene, and the survivors of the war clan within three days' time. As the dark had settled around them and the moon had risen, they decided that it was past time to make camp. The four had spread out around the fire that Connor had made and got lost in their thoughts. Bass had noticed earlier the blood that had covered Charlie, but didn't mention anything about it. He also noticed how one of their group was missing. He had put two and two together, but thought it best not mention anything at the time. Now though, with both Charlie and Connor asleep in their bedrolls, Bass had made his way to sit beside Miles and finally voice his suspicions. "So, Jason, he's gone?" Miles just simply nodded his head, after all, it wasn't like it was a big secret – the kid wasn't there with them. Bass sighed and continued, "Charlie, she was the one?" Miles glanced at his sleeping niece and then back to the fire. With a sigh, Miles nodded once again.

Bass nodded in understanding and he too stole a glance at the sleeping Matheson. He knew too well what she was feeling and only hoped that for her sake, she wouldn't dwell too much and move on. While she needs to mourn his death, dwelling too much on this kind of situation will tear her up inside. He knew Charlie enough to know that her life must have been in danger for to kill Neville's son. He must have been activated and even Jason had told them that if that was to happen, that they needed to kill him. He hoped that Charlie wouldn't blame herself for too long, this was not her fault.