A/N: I haven't even attempted to start this chapter in forever, but forgive me. Here we go, another chapter of this.

"Nice to see your skills are still sharp, Usiku." Alita said dropping her gun. "I need some help."

"Not gonna happen. Every time since you split you come here lookin' for help it almost gets me killed." Usiku replied.

"I almost got you killed twice." Alita corrected

"Every time it doesn't almost get me killed, it almost gets me caught." He revised

"Relax, I just need some information."

"I guess I could help you with that."

"Jason Alek, name mean anything to you?"

"Never heard of him."

"I doubt that. The guy's got an illegal gun, and I'm bettin' it came from you."

"Could've come from Oyo."

"I suggest you start telling me the truth. See this?" She pulled out her badge. "I'm LEP now, have been for a couple years, and the information I have on you is enough to put you away for years."

Alita's phone chose that moment to ring. She didn't even glance at the caller ID as she flipped it open. "Captain Alita Sobiat here, what do you need?"

Trouble's voice came through the speaker "Make sure you ask about an Isabelle Traydor."

"Yeah of course." She hung up the phone and turned back to Usiku.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"My husband." She lied. It was not the best idea to tell him it was Major Kelp, he would shut up immediately.

"You're not married?"

"A lot can change in ten years. You didn't even know I was LEP."

"True."

Alita's phone rang yet again. And it was Trouble, again. "Hey, what do you need?"

"You need to get back here, now."

"I'll try, but I'm kinda working."

"If you could call what you're doing work."

"Yeah, bye." She hung up the phone and turned back toward Usiku. "Okay, so you're off the hook."

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Rybeka stood on what appeared to be a deserted city block. "So Trouble, What've you set up around here?"

"We've got snipers on every block, Holly and I are both here, Foaly's watching all the cameras on this and surrounding blocks, and Alita and a couple of her…" He trailed off looking for the right word.

"Non-LEP-Payroll friends." Holly supplied.

"Bounty hunters?"

"If you prefer to call them that, yes."

"I see her." Foaly said. "She's rounding the corner……now"

"Quiet everyone." Trouble ordered.

"Um, Trouble," Rybeka started, "She's got a gun."

"Of course she has a gun, now quiet."

"You think she's going to shoot me."

"She has no reason to shoot you."

"Trouble you've got to get her quiet." Holly said. "Isabelle going to notice her lips moving soon."

"Rybeka," Trouble started. "Shut up or I will shoot you myself."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I haven't slept in three days, try me."

Trouble, hearing no response, relaxed. "Okay, now go up and meet her."

I know that, I'm not stupid Rybeka thought, but didn't dare say it aloud. "Isabelle, I presume."

"Of course." Isabelle replied. She pulled out a folder with numerous papers stuffed in it.

"Hand it to me."

"I need to see the amnesty papers." Isabelle said.

"Right here." Rybeka said pulling them out of the bag slung over her shoulder.

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A car carrying Rybeka, Trouble and Holly pulled into Police Plaza. "What are we doing back at Police Plaza?" Rybeka asked.

"You've done your part Rybeka. Now leave the rest to us." Trouble said.

Rybeka could see no point in arguing so pulled open the door and slid out. She had a back up plan anyway. As soon as the car had turned a corner she waved her hand and yelled "Taxi!"

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