Part 3

Jason spent the better part of his shift planning what he would say when Charlie did finally show up to rescue Danny. He had been through it a dozen times in his head, but when he tried to practice it out loud the words sounded cheesy.

He had spent every afternoon with Danny trying to pry every bit of information about Charlie out of him. Danny didn't trust Jason and would often stare at him than answer his questions. But Jason's determination remained.

"So she likes to collect postcards of places that were tourist attractions in he United States?" Jason asked. He lost his Bishop to Danny's Knight.

"She keeps them in a box that she brings with her everywhere."

"How would she feel about you telling me this?"

Rather than answering Danny glared at Jason and allowed his King's castle to be taken. Jason had grown accostomed to this. Danny was quiet, particularly around members of the Militia.

Jason knew Danny had asthma. Charlie let it slip while they were searching for Miles together. Jason wondered if that was a factor in Danny's timidness.

"How did you and Charlie meet?" Danny asked.

"I saved her life. She and that British chick and fat guy were out looking for you and thought a plane would be a good place to spend the night. Unfortunately so did some thugs. They had some ideas about Charlie and I intervened. The British chick poisoned one if I recall."

"Maggie. How is she?"

Jason's face went dark. He lowered his dark eyes away from Danny's bright ones. How am I supposed to tell him she's dead? Jason wondered if Danny would take it well.

"She's dead."

"Did you do it?"

"No."

"And Aaron?"

"If thats the fat man he's very much alive last I checked."

A shy grin forms on Danny's face, but breifly. Jason was pleased to see it. Danny checked his king.

"Checkmate," said Danny.

"What do you say we play something else?" Asked Jason.

"What did you have in mind?"

Jason walks to a desk and pulls out a deck of playing cards he found years ago. They had never been opened. His father taught him how to play different card games. He was getting pretty good at Rummy and had beat both his parents and Monroe last week.

Jason shuffles. He doesn't have a game in mind, but figures they could pick one after he shuffles the deck. A look exchanged between them suggested they were thinking the same thing.

An all out war of Egyptian Rat Screw broke out. By the end hands were pink and puffy from being smacked. And Jason lost his temper and threw his shoe at Danny.

It was the most fun either of them had in a long time. Danny was beginning to enjoy Jason's company. He was easier to get along with than his father.

"There was this girl I liked once. We were in our town and her family was just passing through. I was thirteen at the time, she was a bit older. We were inseparable until the militia came and her family had to leave. Her father was wanted by Monroe for something. I never got to say good-bye."

"What was her name?" Jason asked.

"Lucy."

"Lucy what?"

"I don't know. I don't think I ever knew her last name."

"What did she look like?"

"To be honest, I don't really remember anything but her eyes. They were green."

"I can't help much then. I figured if you gave her name I could find her for you."

"You can't even find my sister," said Danny passively.

Jason couldn't help laughing. Yet part of him was uncertain if Danny meant that as an insult. He decided to take it as a joke and leave it at that.

Either way, Danny had a point. How could Jason expect to find Danny's girl if he can't find his own? Where are you, Charlie?

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