After all the months of stress and panic it was finally over. Well, Of course there was still so much work to be done. Rachel was all ready and packed to head of first thing in the morning to begin the distribution of the cure but for tonight she was carefree, relaxed and the stress that seemed to have been building on her shoulders subsided even if just for one night.
Rachel walked down the hall towards her hotel room feeling like a giddy schoolgirl. She recalled all the moments Chandler and herself had shared the past 6 months. Most of the time they were butting heads, both equally as stubborn and passionate about there mission. Though there had been strain on there relationship especially after the incident with Niels, there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of them, something just below the surface.
The two of them had been so busy with the cure and fighting the immunes that there wasn't really time for anything else, and for goodness sake he is a navy man, hell-bent on rules. Rachel knew there was an unspoken attraction there, of course he would never have started anything on the ship but after that encounter outside his hotel room she was beginning to think things might progress somewhere. Somewhere she never thought they would.
Rachel knew Chandler was still dealing with the loss of his wife, he wouldn't show anyone how he felt or dare let that strong, stoic mask fall because she assumed he wanted to remain strong for his crew who had also lost so much. She approached his room to deliver the papers for him to give to the president and just happened to catch him at the door, when he complimented her on her dress she automatically felt the heat rush to her cheeks. She was happy to see him one last time before she left in the morning.
As she headed down the hall she noticed a voice call out to her and a strange man looking a little worse for wear slowly approaching. She knew she was in trouble the moment she looked at him. He wanted the cure but surely he already inhaled it earlier that afternoon or even just walking into the hotel. Why was he waiting for her? She had a bad feeling that he wanted something other than the cure. As he took a step forward she signaled for him to stop where he was, she did not want him any closer. She stood before this man in silent panic, she didn't know what to do, she had no training in how to defend herself, she had no gun, no knife. She considered running back down the hall screaming for some kind of help. Before she had the chance to act he pulled out the gun.
"Sic semper tyrannis"