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Chapter 4: A Dead Girl Walking

~LaGuardia Airport, NYC - 6:23am

Rose stood outside waiting for her father, it had been five years since she last saw him in a blind panic at the hospital room with five Secret Service officers. Her bag in hand and backpack over her shoulders, it scared her how easily everything was going. Her one free hand was rubbing the dog tags of Connor, still vivid in her memory was his face and voice and she wondered when that would start to fade.

A tap on her shoulder the girl jumped only to turn and see her father's tearing up face looking down on her.

"Rosie?" he gingerly touched her face and immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Hi Dad," this caused the brave man to weep more.

"Too long, it's been too long, you look so much like your mother now," he took a step back and grabbed her bag.

"I'm guessing you already know why I'm here," this made her father sigh.

"Yes, and I would advise against it, but I guess five years has been long enough, hopefully everything will be okay now," Rose didn't want to tell him otherwise.

"You never know Dad, we thought everything was fine before," rubbing her arms Rose didn't look to see the hurt that started to circle in her Dad's features. It had been years for Rose, it was hard to even look her father in the eye let alone even look at him. His face was so much of the old Logan that it made her sad and angry all at once.

"Rose...?" silently looking up at him she cringed slightly at his blue eyes, the eyes that looked at her after her mother was killed in front of her.

"Sorry... It's just..." taking a deep breath in she opened her eyes again and looked at him, "You just look like Logan."

"I knew that would trouble you, but lets get going, your uncle might get worried that something has happened to me with some of our friends having disappeared of late," Rose gripped her shirt, something out of habit and strangely wished her mother was here at the time.

"Alright, I'm sorry it took me so long to get back home," he remained silent at her words. Hoping that the happy girl from five years ago would appear once more, instead of the scared woman that was walking beside him. It was silent for both of them as they neared the man's car, Rose stopped and looked at the very familiar vehicle.

"You didn't get rid of it," it was her mother's car, a simple dark green car, but her's none the less.

"Yes, I couldn't bear it, after I lost her, then Logan... But it was worse when I lost you, so hard," Rose didn't know what to think of her father, he seemed to be almost a stranger now. But sitting in the car with him it almost felt normal. Almost.

~Beverly Hills, CA- 8:41 am

"Sam, wake up," a knock on her door and the redhead groaned seeing only a sea of red after propping herself upwards. Alex was standing at her door, dressed with a bag slung across her body, a look of confusion was brought with her.

"What is it?" groggy and angry Sam herself tried to ignore her friend, yet her mind clicked and looked at the clock. An antagonistic time appeared and the college student hurriedly got into the clothing she needed for the airport.

"Sam you can calm down, we don't leave for another two hours," Sam ingorned them, she knew better then them, seeing that her badge Tim had given her yesterday was still out, she quickly hid it from view.

"Are you okay though?" Clover stepped behind her and soon she was on the floor with Sam hovering over her with fear in her eyes. Taking the fist down to the ground Sam got up and hurried about her business, muttering quietly to herself.

"Sam what the hell was that?" fixating on the sweater she was holding Sam tried to formulate an excuse for her sudden attack.

"I was just a bit jumpy from my meeting yesterday, no big guys, and my dad is going to be here in forty minutes anyway so I just want to be ready in time," this confused the girls," I'm sorry I didn't tell you we were taking the corporate jet."

The two dropped their jaws at this, Sam never flaunted her family's money, it was something that really never came up. It was also something that they knew their friend didn't like to show either, in high school she used whatever she got from jobs. Never once touching the black credit card that Clover so desperately wanted to have in her hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier, it's just my dad is being strangely paranoid lately," lying again Sam hid the gun that she hastily got yesterday from Tim as well. Hiding it effectively in her clothing while the badge was nestled in her purse. The two friends knew at that moment they would get nothing out of their friend.

"Alrighty Sam, lets all go downstairs and wait," they easily exited the room and Sam just stood there, slightly in shock at how easy she would have been found out. And that was the last thing she wanted. The duffel bag was heavy, but with the additive of the firearm it was obvious that her father would be highly upset of it on the plane as would most people.

"Sam your dad is here," a shout form downstairs made the redhead hurry to the doorway and exit even before her friends could get up from the table.

"Hi Samantha," her dad gave her a smile and noticed her friends were taking a lot longer then normal, giving him a chance.

"Earlier this morning your uncle got a call from LaGuardia," this startled Sam normally her Uncle stayed in Washington, DC or even farther south in Georgia. He was always moving on business, that is what her father said.

"What do you mean by a call? Was there an issue at LaGuardia?" when he took a big sigh in and shifted his weight Sam's spy training kicked in. His eyes were shifting and with the body language her father was portraying he was nervous. The eyes always scanning around the perimeter Sam was happy that Clover and Alex were still inside.

"Your Uncle got a call from Rose," the shock rippled through the redhead's body, however recovery time was cut short.

"Sam! Come on lets get in the car," Alex was nearly skipping her way down the sidewalk to them and Sam only had seconds to compose a rather compromised system.

"Hello girls, alright everyone in time to shove off!" her father's attitude changed immediately and Clover nearly squealed at the sight of the car.

"Oh my god we get to meet some New York City hotties!" nearly throwing her bag in the trunk she was the first in, Alex had grabbed her bag along with Sam's and put them away. A shut of the trunk couldn't get Sam to stop staring at a small swath of pavement.

"You aren't gonna gain heat vision Sammy come on," Alex then saw the redhead's face, the stoic nature could easily fool anyone but Alex saw her eyes.

"Sam what's wrong?" a touch on the arm and the redhead jolted awake, smiling and opening the passenger side door quickly.

"Nothing! Let's go," she was in the car faster then Alex could even reply, leaving the athlete stunned.

"Dang, she could have beat me in a sprint at that speed..." slowly getting the car Alex leaned over to Clover who was nearly bouncing like a twelve year old in Disneyland.

"Sammy is acting weird, keep an eye out," clover only waved her off after a glance towards their friend. All of their minds were on one place and that was New York, and New York was were they all somehow wanted to be.

~Unknown Location- 8:59 am

"He's in ICU, sir," a steel blue eye looked at the old man, their pace brisk and fast they passed through several doors before arriving at one at the end of the hall. The man was beaten, but still conscious with a large bandage around his torso and left leg, his arm handcuffed to the bed. The older man only smiled at the injured one, his eyes growing with disdain.

"Two broken ribs and a fractured tibia, not your day is it?" he laughed and the other man standing by the old man didn't flinch.

"Could have been better if I was dead," his voice raspy the man laying in the bed glared angrily at the two others.

"I have a proposition for you, and both lead to the same thing," the old man smiled as he sat in the chair the blue eyed soldier brought him.

"And what is that?" shifting up slightly in the bed the injured man only stared at the soldier.

"Nothing of importance right now, what I want to know about is who you are," giving the most sincere manners the old man waited.

"I'm not telling you," the injured man scoffed.

"Well you might want to Connor, you just might because you are in WOOHP right now, and everyone thinks you're dead."

Say what?

~The Author.