¡Hola! Thanks for reading my story! Just a quick FYI, in this chapter I've added a lot of stuff that wasn't really in the movie, a lot of side (unseen) conversations between the two and some of their thoughts. I really kinda made this one more of my own then the previous chap. But I am probably missing some little parts/scenes that were in the movie, but honestly I can't remember it all. But thank you so much to everyone who has been checking out my story! And a double thank you to those who faved my story and those following it! And thank, THANK YOU all those who reviewed! They absolutely make my day! Well please enjoy the next chapter! And please, PLEASE review if you can! Pretty please:)

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Heartbeat

Chapter 2

They drove for several hours, most of the time it was in silence. Marta had fallen asleep after an hour on the highway. She had not slept in the last 30 hours and was exhausted; she was not use to going without sleep for so long. She had not been able to sleep the night before and with Aaron there she felt safer then when she was even with police. She hardly knew him, but he had saved her life so that was definitely enough to earn her trust.

Aaron watched as Marta dozed off, he could tell she was extremely tired and needed her rest. The last day and a half had been really hard on her and she needed to sleep because once they were off to the Philippines it would be even more hectic. He was positive they would be looking for the both of them, though he still had the edge that they thought he was dead; but they would soon figure out Marta hadn't died in the house fire and that she had help escaping. So they would essentially be looking for him but not know it.

Three more hours passed as they drove toward New York and he thought it was best to stop and pick up some supplies. Aaron turned off the highway and pulled in to a local market square that was crowded with people since it was Friday evening. He parked in a dimly lit spot and pulled off his jacket, setting it on his seat and leaving his long sleeve black shirt on. He left Marta sleeping in the car, hoping she wouldn't wake till he returned.

He walked toward the food market first, pulling up his sleeves to his elbow and grabbed a hand basket. He picked out two red apples and an orange then headed back father into the store to grab some granola bars and two large single bottles of water. Aaron checked out and walked out in the plaza to see what stores were near. He spotted a small photo shop, several clothing stores and a couple of restaurants.

Aaron walked out of the plaza then, checking his watch as he headed back to the car. He unlocked the car and put the food in the back seat, then opened Marta's door. She was still asleep; her head leaned back against the headrest, her breathing steady. Not resisting the urge any longer, he reached out placing his hand on her cheek gently stroking her smooth skin. After a second he shook his head, mentally slapping himself and dropped his hand down to grip her upper arm and lightly shook her.

"Marta. Hey Marta you gotta wake up." He gently shook her again and she startled awake, looking around. "Hey, we need to get some stuff here before we leave."

She blinked several times trying to wake up, "Okay," she answered groggily. Aaron stepped back from her door as she got out and stretched, "Where are we?"

"We're a couple hours outside New York city. Come on." Aaron held out his hand for her and she grabbed it, her heart racing as her skin made contact with his. She had grabbed his hand many times before when she would examine him during his checkups but she had always worn gloves, and she was just the doctor. But now his hand, sizably larger then hers, wrapped warmly around her own, comforting her. They walked back to the plaza and to bypassers they looked like an normal couple out on a Friday night. They stopped by a formal clothing store first.

"Pick out some business clothes and jacket; you'll need it for the plane." And they went their separate ways, but always stayed within eye sight of each other. Both picked out various clothing items and some dress shoes, and headed to the dressing rooms.

A couple minutes later Marta stepped out all dressed in a sleeveless black blouse and suit jacket, with a pair of straight black business pants and a pair of simple flats. She went over to the large three sided mirror and looked herself over. Looking behind her in the mirror she saw Aaron step out of a changing room. He wore a light gray button up tucked into a pair of fitted black pants and a black suit jacket; a beige overcoat draped over his arm, all together with a pair of slick black dress shoes. And he looked more handsome than ever. She had to snap out of it quick though, because after a minute he looked up at her, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, and gave her his famous lopsided grin that made her heart pound.

"I think this will do." he said fixing his collar.

"Yeah," was all the response Marta could muster and he smiled at her again.

"You look pretty good yourself." Aaron complimented her, picking up his other clothes.

Marta could feel that familiar race of her heart that only her science projects and Aaron could do to her. She turned back to her dressing room to pick up her clothes and a dark green jacket she had chosen.

Walking toward the checkout Aaron spotted several racks of stylish sunglasses and reading glasses. He went over and picked out a pair of women's black rimmed, rectangle reading glasses that were a lite prescription; and also a pair of plain black sunglasses for himself. Aaron turned to her, holding out the glasses, "Here, try these on."

She looked at him confused, "I don't wear glasses." She put them on anyway though.

"I know, but they're for the picture."

"Picture?"

"We need to go get your passport picture taken."

They checked out and went right to the photo shop two stores down.

"Hello! Welcome to Katie's Photography, what can I do for you?"

"Hi, she needs to get her picture taken for her passport." Aaron smiled at the lady working, her name tag read, Lauren.

"Alright, if you could just step over here Ma'am." Lauren led her over to stand in front of a white sheet. And only a minute later was done.

"Okay, how many would you like printed?"

"One will do fine, thanks."

"That will be 15 dollars and 36 cents. Your picture will be out in a minute."

Aaron handed her a twenty and she handed him four dollars back, "Keep the change." he told her before she could sort out all the little coins.

"And here you go." Lauren handed him a little white envelope with the small square picture of Marta inside.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome! Have a nice evening!"

Aaron took the photos and put them in his wallet. "Hey, are you hungry?"

"Yes!" Marta responded quite enthusiastically, she was starved.

Aaron led them to a small, mostly empty restaurant. They sat in a corner, away from everyone. Aaron took off his suit jacket, and a waitress walked over after a few minutes.

"Hello, may I take your order?"

"Yes, can I have the noodles with Alfredo sauce and ice water, please." Marta answered first.

"And for you?"

"The same please."

The waitress walked away and they were left alone again, but Aaron stayed silent.

Marta watched him and she was reminded of the late night he had come in for a checkup several months ago; when he had been usually silent and just not himself. She still wondered what had happened, she never found out anything they did. She never had been allowed to know.

"Aaron?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah." he snapped out of his daze, looking to her.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Aaron leaned closer now, fully focusing on her, "What is it?"

Marta paused unsure if it was okay to ask, but decided to go on. "That night several months ago, when you came in late for a checkup, you were really out of it. What had happened? You weren't your usual self."

Aaron remembered back to that night, he had just returned from a mission in Iraq but it had gone horribly wrong. That's what had happened. 'Do you know what a sin eater is?' Eric Byer's voice echoed in his head, along with the screams of the innocent killed.

"I, um, had just returned that night from an assignment in Iraq. The mission had gone badly. We had been given misinformation and-" Aaron paused, looking down as he could picture the dead bodies of several young children. "And a lot of innocent people and children faced the consequences of it."

Aaron shut is eyes tight and shook his head, trying not to think back to that day, but Eric Byer's words continued to echo in his head.

xxxxx(Four months ago in Iraq.)xxxxx

"No disrespect sir but we need to get moving now, because in less than 20 minutes this spot will be a war zone."

"I know, but we need to talk." Eric told him.

But Aaron didn't want to talk, he wanted to get away. So he continued loading his bag and guns into the trunk of the truck.

"I need you to stop what you're doing and turn around. That's an order." Eric stated firmly.

Aaron shut the tailgate of the truck and leaned his head down, trying to clear his head.

"We got screwed on the intel, okay. Nobody knew those people were in there. It would be perfectly normal for a person to have doubts about the morality of what we just asked you to do."

Aaron finally stood up and turned to face him, "Is that a question, sir?" In a way he was trying to block out everything, including him.

Eric took his sunglasses off, looking him straight in the eye, "No, it's not. Try to tune in to what I'm saying." Aaron just nodded, "Do you know what a sin eater is?"

Aaron shook his head, "No."

"Well that's what we are, we are the sin eaters. It means we take the moral excurment that we find in this equation and we bury it deep down inside us. That way the rest of our cause can stay pure. That is the job; we are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary."

Aaron looked down, only picturing the little girl and her young brother lying dead. Mothers and parents, so many innocents dead; people who had families who loved them. Gone, because of his mistake. He should have checked. Figures, they were called sin eaters. He knew he was, because we had done more bad that day than 10 people do in their entire life.

"You understand?" Eric asked him, and he looked back up.

Aaron just nodded, "Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes." Eric Byer walked way and Aaron stared after him a moment, seeing they were both doomed to hell, then climbed inside the truck.

xxxxx(End)xxxxx

Aaron then felt a warm hand over his on the table. He opened his eyes again, looking Marta straight in the eye.

"It was the day I realized I was truly doomed to hell." he finished his response to her question.

"No Aaron. You couldn't have known, you were given orders and you had to follow through on them. You didn't know you were hurting innocent because you had been given bad information. You can't blame yourself. You've saved so many lives, you just don't see it the same as when you make a mistake. But I know you've saved more lives than could ever be counted." She paused, watching for a response. "You saved mine." she whispered.

He smiled at her, "Yeah I guess you're pretty harmless." he joked, but couldn't keep the smile very long and he looked down.

Aaron sighed and looked back up at Marta, "I gave them everything. We both did."

It was Marta's turn to look down in a bit of shame and she squoze his hand, looking back up and gave a small nod of agreement.

Their food finally arrived a minute later and the rest of the time was spent in an silence.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxX

They were able to find a small motel about an hour outside the city to stay for the night.

Both had changed back into their old clothes. Marta was in the bathroom when Aaron came to stand in the door way.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

"Hey."

"Marta, you can't call anyone. I'm sorry, I know there are people out there that love you and think you're dead, but there is nothing you can do. Anyone you contact becomes a target. You can't call your sister; they'll be keeping tabs on her. The only edge we have right now is they think we're both dead."

Marta just looked at Aaron and he pulled out a woman's wallet.

"Here," he handed her the wallet, "So you can be familiar." Marta watched Aaron carefully and then opened the wallet. A Delta Airlines credit card read, 'June Monroe.'

"Who is June Monroe?" she looked over the ID cards inside.

"You are." Aaron told her.

"Do you know her?"

Aaron looked down and shook his head, "No," he looked up to Marta and she could see a sadness in his eyes. "Not anymore."

Marta looked watched Aaron walk to the middle of the room; he was trying to decide whether or not to elaborate. "Why is it so important for you to stay enhanced?" she asked.

Aaron looked back to the table in the small room, "Come here, I want to show you something." They went over to the table and Aaron pulled up a website called, 'Fallen Heroes.' "They took me out. My sergeant added 12 points to my IQ, and-" Aaron stopped mid-sentence and Marta looked at a picture of a young man in Army uniform, his name read Kenneth J. Kitson. "They give you everything and then to just take it away-" he looked away from the web page, "Have you ever taken a participant off chems? Just let them fall out?" Marta shook her head. "Well they painted a pretty graphic picture in training." Aaron looked back to the web page with his picture posted up from 5 years ago. "They give you so much to lose."

Marta wasn't sure what to say as Aaron closed the laptop and put it back in his bag. "If I can't hold over, we won't make it." Aaron replied dejectedly. "Our flight leaves at 1pm, so we need to be out of here by 9am."

"Okay."

"You should get cleaned up and get some rest. You can have the bed."

Marta went back to the bathroom and Aaron started pulling various things out of his back pack and took her picture out of his wallet. He hooked up wires from the center of the passport to a disposable camera and began charging the flash of the camera. Marta stood in the doorway of the bathroom as he kept charging the flash over and over again.

Marta realized that she may have had hard times but it seemed Aaron's whole life has been a mess. He really had given everything.

She cleaned herself up and went and laid on the bed, kicking off her shoes she pulled the sheet over herself. Laying down she could only think of all those who had betrayed her, she wasn't safe anywhere. She closed her eyes, afraid that only nightmares would plague her and would end up getting no sleep. But then she looked over to Aaron on the other side of the room and she knew she didn't have to be afraid anymore. She knew she'd be safe as long as she was with him.

Aaron finished Marta's passport and looked over to her sleeping form, knowing the next 48 hours would be difficult.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

In the morning the both packed up their clothes into their small bags. Marta had changed into a pair of extra clothes she had brought from her house in her small bag she'd salvaged before they ran off. She wore some dark jeans and a dark blue shirt with her newly acquired forest green jacket.

Aaron changed his clothes for a dark shirt and jeans as well, pulling on his jacket and leaving his beige overcoat draped over his bag.

Before they left they ate the fruit and granola bars Aaron had bought the night before at the market. Then they headed out on the road at nine sharp.

It took them about an hour and forty-five minutes with traffic before they reached JFK airport. "Here put these back on," he handed her, her glasses. "Once we park you will get out of the car, grab your bag and go inside for check in. I'll follow after in a few minutes. Stay low and don't attract attention to yourself. Got it?"

"Yeah, but where will we meet?"

Aaron had gone up several stories in the parking deck and found a spot in the back. Turning off the car, he took the keys and put it in a hidden compartment under the wheel. Then he leaned over near her to open the glove compartment, pulling out a small flip phone.

"Take this; I'll call you after we both check in. Just go to a eating area, sit and wait for my call. Alright?"

"Okay," Marta was nervous again, she didn't want to get caught, because if she did, heaven knows what they'd do to her.

Aaron could see her nervousness as she held the phone in a death grip. "Marta, you'll be fine. You can do this, just keep calm. We won't be separated long, and I'll call you."

"Okay."

"You better go. Just grab your bag and walk out, all the way to the elevator. Make sure you check your bag in as a carry on."

Marta nodded and stepped out of the car, swinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder and made a straight path toward the elevator.

Aaron waited 3 minutes exactly before he stepped out, putting on his beige overcoat and slipping on a shoulder bag with his business clothes and their passports and security badges for the lab all inside. He had stuffed his backpack into a rolling suit case mostly just for show. After Aaron had everything he lock the car and walked to the elevator as well.

Inside, Aaron checked in his suit case and kept his shoulder bag with him for carry on. He went through security and finally headed to ticket and passport check in. There were 6 lines and at the front of the 3rd he saw Marta standing there for the okay as the man checked out her ticket and passport. With a silent sigh of relief she moved though.

Marta's nerves had been in a tight knot from the second she stepped out of the car without Aaron. Not till he was gone did she realize really how much safer and calmer he made her.

The man that was checking her ticket and passport was making her even more nervous as he studied her and typed in her fake name. But Aaron was a genius and a master of disguise, so of course the fake ID's worked.

Entering through, Marta headed straight for the first eating area she would see and after 10 minutes of walking she found one.

She sat down and pulled out the phone he'd given her and held it tightly between her hands, never having been this anxious for a phone call in her life. Marta looked down at her hands gripping the phone, wishing Aaron was there holding her hand again. It was more comforting than anything and she had felt safe.

People would pass by and she would watch hoping to see him, but she had no such luck.

Fifteen minutes passed as she sat waiting desperately, and at 40 minutes till 1pm the phone finally vibrated.

She flipped open the phone quickly, "Where are you?" the desperation evident in her voice.

"I'm right behind you, but don't turn around." Marta had to fight the gnawing urge to turn around and look for him, "I need you to go to the gate now and board the plane. Get rid of this phone and I'll see you on there." then the line went silent.

"Aaron?" she slowly turned around, afraid he might be mad but she didn't see him anywhere, only an empty chair with an icy left on the table.

So Marta stood up and threw out the phone in a passing trash can making her way to the gate as Aaron had said. But she was stopped short when she saw a newspaper and she was on the front cover. She had to control herself so she didn't freak out. She put back the paper and and walked off as casually as she could at a quick pace toward her gate.

Once she made it to the gate it was already 10 till and there was a small line, but no Aaron.

XxxxxxxxxxxX

Aaron had already boarded the plane, climbing through the small door way and moved through the narrow aisle. Moving through he passed the seat that Marta should have already been occupying, but it was empty.

"Sir, may I help you find your seat?" Aaron had stopped to look.

"No, no I got it thanks." He was forced to walk past to find his own seat but could not get himself to sit down until he saw her come through the door finally, looking a bit flustered. He breathed a silent sigh of relief seeing her as their eyes connected and they both sat down.

Marta had gotten held up when she'd seen the newspaper, then gotten to the gate later than she meant to. So by the time she had boarded, the flight was about to take off so she quickly scrambled to her seat but she took a second to look for Aaron and saw him standing, trying to look inconspicuous in looking for her. She quickly ducked into her seat after that, relieved to see him but not wanting those eyes watching her too long.

Within 5 minutes they were in the air and on their way to the Philippines.

During the flight, Marta was sorely tempted to turn around and look to Aaron, but she knew she shouldn't. So as it got dark in the plane everyone was going to sleep, but she didn't sleep, her mind way too preoccupied with thoughts of Aaron and what exactly they were going to do when they got there to the lab in the Philippines. She turned looking to the empty seat next to her, wishing Aaron was sitting there to calm her nerves and reassure her it would be fine.

Once it was completely dark on the plane, aside from the aisle lights, Aaron couldn't wait any longer. He walked to the bathroom in the front, slipping his jacket back on.

In the bathroom he was able to finish up their badges so they could get into the lab. When he slipped out of the bathroom he took a different route and didn't go back to his seat but slid quietly into the empty seat next to Marta.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey," Marta smiled at him sheepishly in the dark.

"You're doing great. In a few hours you should grab your bag and go get changed."

"Okay," she whispered back.

"You should get some rest," he touched her arm and she was freezing, "Where is your jacket?"

"Oh, it's up in the overhead. I just didn't wanna get up and try to find it and make a scene or something."

"Right, well here then," he handed her his jacket, taking out his passport first, "So in a few hours get changed and when we get there I'll find you. Just don't wonder off too far after we go through immigration." he said, relaying the information to her.

"Okay."

Then he was gone again, slipping passed her in the dark aisle and back to his own seat, no one knowing he had ever been there.

Marta ended up just sitting in her seat for the next 5 hours, only barely dozing in and out; but she had Aaron's jacket on and snuggled deep inside it. It comforted her and it smelled just like him, like pine cones and cedar trees, along with some other manly spice smell that was just him. She wrapped his large jacket tight around her, and she was nice and warm.

Marta was slightly disappointed when she had to go change and tucked his jacket inside her bag. And two hours before they were to land she saw Aaron stand up to go change.

When they landed, she put her glasses back on and got her bag, swinging it onto her shoulder. Once she got off they didn't have to go far before they hit the line for immigration.

Aaron was two rows down from Marta and when he got to the window handed the man his passport reading, 'Karl D. Brundage.' He looked over the picture skeptically, but handed it back after a minute and let him go. Aaron turned left toward the exit to baggage and made eye contact with Marta who was at the window, the man checking took his time.

So Aaron went through the door to baggage claim and waited. It was only a minute later that she came and stood next to him as the bags finally started moving past. About 15 suit cases passed before he saw his, plucking it out easily.

They went out together and hailed a cab, and headed for the lab. They couldn't help but turn and stare at each other on the drive there, which was about 30 minutes. But they didn't say anything till they had gotten out of the cab right in front of the lab building with their bags.

"Aaron, I'm not sure what to do. I've never been here at night, I don't know the rules."

Aaron just slipped his bag over his shoulder, "There are no rules. You belong here." They walked to the entrance and Aaron took charge, brightly greeting them. "Hello! Doctor Shearing and I are here to open the lab for some testing."

The security man there just looked confused, but another security guard recognized Marta.

"Doctor Shearing!" he came around to the outside, "It's me, Joseph."

"Joseph!" Marta said happily back.

"I'm sorry you just missed Doctor Stevenson, he just flew out yesterday."

"Oh," Marta replied, not sure what to say.

"Well we're gonna be in town all week and we just wanted to get in tonight to start things." Aaron said, piping in.

"Right, of course. I just didn't know you were coming so soon."

"That's because we ended up catching an earlier flight," then Aaron held out his hand, "I'm Doctor Brundage, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. I just didn't know you guys were coming so soon and you aren't on the list."

"Oh, well you're welcome to call the doctor if you'd like." Aaron replied in a suave tone.

"No, we don't have to do that." Joseph said nervously.

"Great!"

Joseph paused looking between the two of them, "So it's just you two?"

"Yeah, it's just us this time. Just running some tests."

"Okay." Joseph led them inside to the office, "I'll just need you to sign you in." He typed in the time and logged their names into the database. "So what exactly are you doing?"

"We're working on some tests with culture and live viruses. So we'll need to have clearance for the basement levels." Marta said smoothly.

"Okay, here's your card and make sure to keep your badge on at all times."

"Thanks Joseph."

There was a beep and Joseph opened a door, letting the two pass through into the factory and lab. They walked over head of hundreds of people working around big machines, packaging millions of colored pills.

Aaron and Marta moved fast over the high metal walkways and to a door leading down to the labs and basement. Marta slid her card over and a few seconds passed before she heard the beep and opened the door. But Aaron didn't move, we was zoned out looking off in some random direction. "Aaron?"

"Huh." he looked up blinking and stepped thought the door finally.

While they waited for the next beep of clearance Aaron closed his eyes and shook his head, Marta watched him worriedly and knew their time was running out as Aaron was starting to lose himself.

They walked all the way down stairs to the basement and went back to the furthest room. Marta turned on the lights and they set down their bags.

"This is it, isn't it?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah," Marta became nervous, she had been worrying the whole time about how they were going to get here and how they were going to get in, she really didn't think about what was going to happen when they were inside.

"Alright then, let's get going." Aaron took off his suit jacket and set it on top of his bag, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Marta watched for a minute before she finally realized what she was doing.

"I'm gonna get the virus." she took off her suit jacket too, leaving her sleeveless, scoop neck shirt on. She walked out trying not to look back as Aaron changed his shirt.

Marta walked down a short hall to the right of their room and opened up a live culture office where they kept the viruses cold. She put on a pair of rub gloves and opened the fridge door to pull out one of the small vials with the virus, making sure the label matched the code for the blue pill viral.

Marta took a minute to rub it between her hands and thaw it out, then found a needle and syringe. She walked back to the room Aaron sat in. Upon entering, Aaron sat on the examination table and now wore a gray t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

"You found it okay?"

"Yeah, I got it." Marta opened one of the drawers in the room and was able to find a rubber arm tie, rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. "Okay," Marta went over to Aaron putting the rubber tie between his elbow and bicep, then got a cotton ball wet with rubbing alcohol and swabbed the skin in the crook of his elbow, his veins now highly protruding.

"Just like old times, huh, Doc?"

"Well you were always the strangest of all the participants." Aaron laughed and Marta went back to concentrating on her work.

Marta carefully took the needle and stuck it through the thin seal of the virus bottle, pulling back the syringe to fill it. Then she cautiously moved back around to Aaron's side, her free hand gripping is fore arm; but then stopped before she gave him the shot.

She wasn't sure what she was thinking. If she gives him this shot to viral him out he'll become super weak and sick. But then again if she doesn't his mind will fall out from under him and they'll be nowhere with that too.

Aaron reached his hand over to cover Marta's that rested on his fore arm; this quieted her inner thoughts that were battling each other.

"Thank you." he told her simply and smiled.

Marta clenched her jaw, shaking off any doubts and carefully stuck the needle into his vein and pressed the syringe down, sending the virus into his bloodstream.

Marta pulled out the needle and grabbed some gauze, pressing it to the spot where the shot had been administered and put a long piece of medical tape over it to hold it down; then slipped the tie off his arm.

"Thank you Marta." he told her again.

She touched his arm gently, "You should probably collect your stuff before you lose all your energy."

"Good idea." Aaron scooted off the table to crouch on the floor. He opened his suit case that held some papers and passports, and took them out setting them on the floor. Then opening his backpack he took out some old clothes and put it in the suit case along with all his formal clothes except for his suit coat. He put all the passports and papers in the backpack and zipped it shut.

Marta had gone into the next room and changed her formal black pants into her old pair of dark blue jeans. Then she came back into the room as Aaron was zipping up the backpack. She dropped her clothes into the suit case and Aaron shut it closed, setting it in the corner of the room to be forgotten.

"I'm gonna go look at some data from some newer tests."

"Okay." Aaron's head was pounding and it was becoming more and more difficult to think.

Marta went back to the open space between the examination rooms and labs. She found a few papers but didn't really understand because they were written in Portuguese, but she didn't have time to look for anything else as three security officers stepped in the hall.

"Hey you can't be down here. We're running tests right now." Marta scolded the officers.

"Ma'am are you down here alone?"

"Aaron!" Marta yelled nervous and praying that the two of them might make a quick escape if Aaron still has enough energy.

"Yeah," he moved away from the wall he'd been leaning his head on and looked out into the hall. "Hey you guys can't be down here we're running live virus tests and cultures!" Aaron started walking toward the security.

"Sir, we're gonna have to ask the both of you to come with us."

Aaron just rolled his eyes, "Come on." he gestured them to follow and they did but got too close in trying to apprehend him.

Aaron threw his elbow back in one of the officer's stomach and catching him off guard turned grabbing the back of his head and slammed it into the ground. The next came at him and Aaron easily side stepped his gun and grabbed his head and turning it with a sharp jerk. The last was slightly scared and was out with a few hard punches.

Aaron checked the ammo in a gun from the officer and slipped it into the back of his jeans. He walked back to Marta, "Come on, we need to get out of here."

They both ran down the hall and put their suit coats back on and grabbed their backpacks, sprinting down the basement halls to an exit into the factory.

"Go." Aaron said holding open a door and they ran up the stairs, "Wait, this one." He pointed for her to open a door but every time she scanned her card it was denied.

Aaron didn't wait any longer and grabbed a huge metal wrench from the pipes and broke it off its chain, "Watch out," then banged on the lock of the door, smashing it open. They both ran through together and climbed down some more stairs into the middle of the factory.

Aaron weaved between workers in sterile uniforms; "We belong here." he told Marta, and then started opening gates between the machines. Marta grabbed Aaron's hand when they had made it passed all the machines. Her heart warmed feeling his protective grip around her hand.

Aaron scanned the room and pulled out his gun, taking two well-aimed shots at two opposite pressured pipe lines. Screaming broke out and everyone began to scatter. Aaron spotted the power box, shooting out the rest of his ammo in it and all the lights and machines began shutting off. All around them chaos broke loose.


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