Bosley ran down the hall to the hospital the conversation still ringing in his head. Words he would never forget, words that would play over and over in his mind as fear gripped his heart.

Plane crash, survivors, unknown, at least one fatality.

He approached the desk and nearly ran into the man before him. "I'm sorry sir." He managed to stumble out.

"It's ok Bosley."

Bosley looked into the face of the man he had come to call friend. "Charlie. What's going on?"

"I don't know. I came here as soon as you called. They said survivors had been brought here." "What happen?" Bosley needed answers

"I don't know, but I intend to find out. So far all I could get from the airport and emergency teams was that when their plane landed the landing gear just seemed to collapse."

Bosley ran his hand over the back of his neck, "Charlie…"
"We have to hope they will be ok Bosley."

"They said a fatality. You don't think…"

"No I don't. They always find a way to survive anything. It's not one of them Bosley I will not believe that." He cast a glance around the halls, "Come let find some coffee."

Bosley just stood a minute as she then walked in beside Charlie. He had a feeling when he arrived at the hospital that their boss would be there. Sure he wanted to stay hidden from the girls for their safety as much as his own but he knew, like himself, that Charlie had become fond of the four girls: As if they were his own.

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Bosley paced in the waiting room as Charlie sat in one corner talking on a phone. Bosley looked up briefly as a small boy and a woman were brought in along with another woman and her boy.

Bosley cast a glance at Charlie who knew they too must have been waiting on word of loved ones from the crash. So there they all waited together, in the small room full of silence. Six people waiting for any news.

It wasn't long after that a doctor walked in the room looking forlorn at all of them.

"I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. My name is Dr. Garcia I'm the Chief of Staff."

Charlie immediately got to his feet and met the man with a handshake; "I'm Charles Townsend this is my associate John Bosley." He gestured towards Bosley

"Yes Mr Townsend, I heard from your physician. He is very good."

"Thank you. If there is anything else you need or anything the families need please let me know and I'll have it taken care of."

Dr Garcia stood before the man and could see his genuine care, "I will, thank you." He did know of one thing that Mr Townsend and all his riches could not have fixed.

"Mrs. Rawls?" he asked the two women sitting in the chairs with their children. He knew whom he needed to speak too and as soon as she looked at him and saw his face, as her heart gripped her entire body and she let out a blood-curdling cry.

The woman next to her wrapped her arms around the older woman; thankful in her own way it wasn't her pain.

"I'm sorry Mrs Rawls. There was nothing we could do. Your husband died at the scene." He did what he could to comfort the distraught woman.

"Dr." Charlie looked at the man feeling his pain and yet thankful he was not telling him the same words.

"I don't know much yet Mr. Townsend. I do know that the four women are alive. One faired better then the other three, though I am not yet sure why. There are a lot of broken bones and bruises, and at least two concussions. As soon as I or any of my staff know anything I'll have them inform you."

"Thank you." He turned to the crying woman and had noticed that a nurse had come in and giving her something to help calm her. Her son was in her arms crying from seeing his mother was upset. He bent down and took the small child in his arms giving him comfort as the other lad comforted his mother.

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Charlie sat on the sofa leaning over with his hands locked behind his neck. He had authorized surgeries and had the best of what ever was needed for the Angels as well as the other survivor.

He felt bad for the woman who lost her husband and had promised her that he would take care of everything. Her Brother had come a few hours after she got the news and Charlie, Bosley and the other lady had been with her the entire time.

When he walked in Charlie knew and stood up with the boy still in his arms.

"Mr.."

"Thomas. Thank you for being here with her."

"It was no trouble." Charlie said as he looked to the boy in his arms, before passing him to his uncle. "He's a great boy."

"Yeah. He takes after his father."

"Mr Thomas…"

"Troy, please."

"Troy. If there is anything you need, arrangements, please let me know." He handed Troy his card. "I know it will be hard the next few days. But please. I want to take care of everything. He was a good man."

Troy Thomas looked at the card in his hand and knew whom he was speaking too. His brother in law had mentioned him a few times. "I will Mr Townsend. Thank you."

Tucking the card in his pocket he made his way to his sister. Helping her up and out of the waiting room, she stopped and turned to Charlie, "Thank you. For everything you ever dd. I hope your Angels are ok."

He smiled at the woman before she left.

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More waiting was all they seemed to do. Minutes became hours. Charlie sat in one of the chairs with his head resting on the back as Bosley sat on one of the couches with his elbow on one knee and his hand holding his head up.

"Mr Townsend?"

Charlie shot up from his seat as soon as he heard and then haw the Dr from earlier that day.

"Can you come with me please."

Charlie shot a concerned looked towards Bosley as they both made where way from the waiting room and down the hall as a wash of dread filled them both.

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The man paced back and forth waiting for any news. He had purposely stayed away from the airport knowing he could not be seen there.

He turned swiftly at the sound of the door but it was not who he was expecting.

"Damn it! What's going on?"

"Relax. We'll find out soon enough."

He paced some more, "Did the body get taken care of?"

"The sweeper went in and there is no trace of the body. Not for anyone to find."

He kept pacing. "Good cause the last thing I need is the RCMP sniffing around."

"We are slightly out of their jurisdiction."

"No, no. They will find a way. They have a reputation for always getting their man. And I do not intend to be one of them."

The door opened up again and a dark figure moved in and sat down, "Let's focus on the problem at hand."

Everyone turned to the voice in the dark.

"It would seem our accident for the Townsend Angels didn't quite come off as planned." He looked at the men before him especially into the eyes of the one he knew was now more angry then before, "It would seem the Angels have their own Angels protecting them. Last word I got was that all four survived. Yet their condition is unknown."

He stepped forward. Yet before he said anything he saw the hand held up,

"You'll get your chance. For all we know their injuries could take them. If not…We will then clip their wings permanently."