"What? Hold on Booth…" Brennan cut him off noticing the tall man who was searching the 'squints' offices as if looking for someone… but civilians weren't allowed back there…
"Excuse me? Sir? Can I help you?"
He didn't answer, that pissed Brennan off.
"Hey… asshole, she's talking' to you!" Angela added from up on the platform, putting down her sketch pad agitated. This was the fifth time this week a civilian had been caught back here, and it was only Wednesday morning… in the a.m. …
"You can't be here…" Brennan started calmer than Angela had been… "Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave or I will have to call security to escort you off the premises…"
When the man turned around Brennan almost fainted.
"Who… who…" she stuttered for nearly the first time in her life.
"Call them…" he stuttered, "If they've regained consciousness… maybe they'll come help you… maybe…"
"Who are you?" she was astonished, as she looked between Booth, and the man that could be his twin.
The man stepped closer to Brennan, which finally shook Booth from his stupor. He quickly whipped his gun out of its holster. "One more step near her and I put you down… for good!" he aimed and cocked.
His twin stopped and turned his head toward Booth, "I'm positive you'll find the bullets in the gun, unless silver? Will do nothing to help you…" he turned back towards Brennan, "Or the good Doctor. And to answer your question, my name is Angel… and I need your help."
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