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"Marshall!" She yelled as she grabbed her safety belt release.

He had seen it at almost the same time and had floored the accelerator.

"Get down," he said as he focused on driving trusting Mary with their charge.

Mary for her part was already climbing into the back seat. "Isabelle, get down," she growled as she pulled a ballistic blanket over the woman before drawing her pistol.

"This was not on the travel plan," she muttered to herself as she could hear small arms fire open up.

"Hold on," Marshall warned as he crashed through another gate. He knew that the marshal at the first gate would try and deal with the truck but even as he cleared the second gate he saw two dirt bikes heading towards them.

Three bullets hit the roof of the SUV as Marshall aimed for the approaching dirt bikes instead of away.

"We've got sniper fire," Mary called staring at the roof, hoping the armor would hold.

"Tell me something I don't know," Marshall growled from the front.

There was a pause as Mary tried to think of something Marshall wouldn't know but could only come up with one thing. "Did you know you can't lick your own elbow?"

"An interesting endeavor, one I'm sure you tried at some point, but not exactly what I was looking for…They're trying to box us in."

He flinched as a bullet hit the side view mirror shattering it. He turned the wheel, using the vehicle as a weapon against the dirt bikes, but it was a precarious balance. If he stayed long enough to deal with the bikes, the sniper was more likely to get off a killing shot. If he avoided the sniper, one of the men on the bikes was bound to get them with small arms fire.

He took his foot off the gas as he felt the SUV start to tip and held his breath as it righted itself. "High center of gravity: possibility of roll over at higher speeds… need to adjust…"

"Marshall… words… discussion… What have we got?"

"Pick-up's stopped at the gate, two bikes harrying us from the front and right flank… Sniper…high and to the left."

"We're going to have to get out of here."

"That's what I'm trying to do…"

He ducked reflexively as another bullet shattered the passenger side windows. "I don't think we're going to get our deposit back on the SUV…" he muttered.

"Marshall, focus…. Give me a line on the right flank guy…."

"Right flank guy," he repeated as he searched the terrain and found a rise that would get them out of the sniper's cross-hairs. "Coming up…"

He turned slightly to the left before bringing the SUV around to the right presenting its broad side to the oncoming biker. The only problem was the forward attacker was now behind them.

As soon as the vehicle stopped Mary sat up firing her pistol and hold out at the same time.

"Go, go go…" she urged.

Marshall quickly pressed the accelerator and once again headed towards the rise. As the bike tried to ram them Marshall braced himself. "Down…"

Mary responded to the order without thinking. She threw herself to the floor on top of Isabelle and tried to brace them both for the impact.

Bullets sprayed the front windshield, breaking it, but the coating held, keeping the glass from flying into the passenger compartment. Marshall aimed directly for the approaching bike. He had to clear a path out of there as quickly as possible and he had no doubt that the SUV would see them through.

It was, however, going to need a lot of bodywork.

The rider must have realized the same thing at pretty much the same time and tried to get out of the way, but it was too late.

Marshall winced as he felt the impact but kept driving. There was no time for niceties and the longer they remained on this side of the hill, the more chances the sniper had. Another bullet hit the back, shattering the glass.

Marshall filed that away for later and focused on getting them safely out of the line of fire. As they crested the hill he took one last look at the plane waiting behind them. There was no safe way to get to it now. With a grimace he headed for the fence and fish tailed back onto the road.

"You all right back there?" Marshall called out.

"Never better," his partner answered as she pulled the blanket away and helped Isabelle back up. "You okay?"

The woman's terrified look almost said it all.

"I'll get back to you on that," Mary said, patting the woman's knee before climbing back into the front passenger seat.

"Whew… that was fun…" she said pushing her hair out of the way. "Was it good for you?"

Marshall looked at her for a moment shaking his head.

"What?" Mary asked. "Too much innuendo?"

Marshall focused on the road ahead. "Looks like the airport's out."

What's the plan now?"

"We could try and get to Fayetteville but at this point it's going to be a lot easier for us to head out of state…"

"We're going to have to get a new vehicle… this one's going to draw too much attention."

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking this is Horst all over again."

Marshall blanched slightly at the statement then looked at their witness. There were differences, differences he would need to remind Mary about. Most importantly, in this case, the witness was an innocent by-stander, not a contract killer.

He also had no intention of any of them getting shot.

He was startled as Mary slapped his arm with the back of her hand and nodded towards the long term parking sign. He gave a sidelong glance. This was a very bad idea.

Marshall stood with his back against the side of the SUV, surveying the area for threats.

It had taken them precious minutes to find an area in long term parking where they could work uninterrupted, and more importantly a car that did not have a locking steering wheel.

In the second to last row, they'd found exactly what they needed, a 1968 Dodge Dart.

As Mary failed to start the car for a third time he sighed. "Can I help?"

Marshall's voice was slightly testy.

"I don't know Marshall, can you?"

She shook her head and went back to work. "Like we don't have enough problems…now is not the time for a Marshall conniption…"

"I heard that…."

As he groused he heard the Dodge come to life. Mary took his place as he led Isabelle to the passenger side and pushed the seat forward so she could climb into the back. Once she was seated, he waved for Mary to get their gear.

It was like a game of badminton, each marshal working while the other watched, taking turns until the job was done. With their witness secured, Marshall resumed watching as Mary gathered their gear and put it in the back of the car with Isabelle.

Once she was ready Mary slipped into the driver seat as Marshall took the passenger seat. As they pulled out of the parking lot Marshall continued to survey the area. They weren't out of the woods yet.

"What are you thinking?" Marshall asked as they got back out on the interstate.

"Same thing you are—they knew where we were going."

"This is so not good."

"Yeah, and you get to call Stan."

Again Marshall gave Mary a pained look. "Why do I have to call him?"

"Because I'm driving."

Chief Inspector Stan McQueen stared at the phone as if willing it to ring. Word had come through half an hour ago of the attack on his inspectors and he had heard nothing since.

There was no doubt in his mind that his people would handle the situation as best as they could, but he had also witnessed the frailty of the human body. His people had been shot, knifed, blown up, almost blow up. Odds were one of these times he was going to lose one or both of them. He prayed this wasn't the time and that Mary and Marshall still had many years of annoying him in store.

Finally his phone rang and he picked up.

"McQueen."

He closed his eyes in relief as he heard Marshall's voice on the other end. He could hear the strain in the younger man's voice but he sounded well.

"Stan, we have a problem…"

Before Marshall could say anything else he asked the all two important questions. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"We're all fine. Shaken up…"

There was a pause as Marshall tried to gather his thoughts and say what none of them wanted to say.

"You think there's a leak."

"Stan, they knew where we were going. Do you know if anything happened to the others? How about at the airport?"

"Not a thing Marshall everyone else is all right." The marshal at the gate had been injured, but nothing life threatening and Stan knew they didn't need that extra worry right now. "What can I do for you?"

"We've… commandeered… a vehicle, but we're going to need something less stolen and more secure."

"Call me back in an hour I'll see what I can arrange."

"Thanks Stan."

"Be careful."

He hung up the phone and was immediately making another call. Someone was leaking information and putting his people in danger. He now had two jobs to do. First and foremost, provide Marshall and Mary what they needed to get their job done safely and secondly—find the leak.

"So," Mary said as she focused on the road ahead. "What's he say?"

Marshall got a pained look then faced forward again, his eyes going from the road ahead, to the overpass, to the side view mirror as he turned off his phone..

"They knew where we were going."

Mary shook her head. "That's what we said… what did HE say?"

"Mary, no one was waiting at the other points of departure. Just ours."

There was silence as they both thought of the ramifications.

"Well… hey… Makes me feel special."

"Yeah."

"He say anything else?"

"Call back in an hour."

"So… Quickest way out of Arkansas?"

"We're on it."

"All right then." Mary said with a sigh. "Wanna find a radio station, Ringo?"

"Do you have any…" Marshall turned, planning on asking Isabelle if she had any preferences only to find her curled up under the ballistic blanket.

"Gives a whole new meaning to security blanket," Mary commented softly. "You may have to check her bags when this is over… make sure she doesn't take it with her."