A/N - Procrastinated the rest of my afternoon today writing this chapter for you all. I haven't had a chance to check for any errors, apologies for those.

Haha it was great reading your reviews for the last chapter and that it has kept many of you keenly interested. I hope this chapter still delivers that! Enjoy...

Beca had made her way up the many flights of stairs to the top penthouse. Despite her shortness she was agile and took two steps at a time, building a thin sweat layer over her body. Beca was more than determined though, Chloe's safety meant everything to her and this hitman needed to be interrogated immediately. Nothing would come from his death, but Beca had considered it out of anger for the attempt on Chloe's life. She was in the cross hairs of other hitmen now. That was the creed. Once a contract had been undertaken they would never stop, they would never cease until the contract was fulfilled.

With every floor she passed Beca's determination grew, building for the oncoming confrontation.

This would have to be his plan B. He would think she would return to the highest keep 'the penthouse' for protection.

Reaching the top floor Beca carefully opened the door checking for any traps. There were none.

Rookie.

Beca looked up and down the small hallway and stepped out. Going towards the familiar room number. She listened in at the door for any sounds or movement. It was quiet. But Beca's eyes were torn away at the sound of moving cables from behind. It was the elevator, and it was getting louder.

Someone is coming to this floor.

Beca had a split minute decision and opened the door into the hotel room she went inside. It was fairly dark apart form some filtering lights from the Vegas strip outside, along with the hallway and kitchen lights. Beca used the shadows and slipped around the room, crouching low in a far corner. In perfect eye line of the hallway and hotel room door.

She sat there waiting for the person to enter, readying her knife in her hand. Beca's mind reeled that just earlier today in this hotel room Chloe and her were together. In a completely different scenario and mindset. That was long gone now and Beca let a small frown appear that she too would have to be long gone once this was done.

How could this have happened. What cruel joke is the world playing on me? Like I haven't had enough to work through the one person I've come to fall for is a victim to the Elite Hitmen.

Drawn from her thoughts, Beca's eyes snapped upward to see the hotel door slowly open.

She had slipped away from the car successfully and Chloe snuck into a near service elevator, pressing for the penthouse floor. Her whole body was still shaking, her mind was one colossal freak out zone. Trying to analyze what was happening.

Why is someone trying to kill me? Jesus Christ what did I do?! Poor Jessica caught up in all of this. God please let her be okay… my god Beca! Beca shit!

Chloe pulled the phone out but remembered it wasn't her own and she didn't know the woman's number off by heart.

Please be okay. Fuck I've put them in danger.

More tears streamed down her already damp cheeks.

What about my family?! Will they go after them?!

Chloe wiped the tears and tried to calm herself, taking 3 deep breaths. Deep breathing techniques she had learned during yoga and pilates that she tried to implement. Chloe needed to focus and concentrate on the current situation. The one where she is heading up to her own possible death to try and save Jessica.

The elevator stopped on a couple of floors down for some reason. Chloe's brain kicked in and told her to get off, to take the stairs in case this hit-person was waiting. Chloe jumped off and walked the hallway to the fire-exit stairwell. Along the way her eyes saw someone's leftovers of a meal sitting outside their door that was yet to be taken away. Chloe saw the steak knife and checked up and down the hallway before leaning down to pick it up.

What the fuck … god I don't even know how to use this.

Again Chloe took a deep breath, Stop you need to be strong. That's my best friend upstairs and she needs me. I can do this…. I can do this.

Climbing up the cold concrete steps, which shot right up through her bare feet, she didn't realize how hot her body was until she came into contact with them. Carefully she opened the door and peered out to find the hallway empty. Chloe walked down the hallway towards her room, clenching the steak knife in hand she placed her other hand on the doorknob.

Slowly she opened it and tried to see through the small crack of anyone or anything. It was too dark.

I can do this… I can do this.

Raising her shaking hand in front of her that held the knife she walked into the room. Chloe kept her breathing soft and pushed her hat up slightly to see a bit more. Chloe gulped at how hard and loud her heart pounded it her chest.

"Jessica?" she hissed into the room.

Beca had the knife propped behind her to throw, upon hearing the voice she stopped and her eyes went wide.

What?! What is she doing here!? … Fucking hell Amy!

Beca began to stand but crouched back down seeing a small figure walk up the hallway.

"Miss Beale." He voiced proudly, "Nice of you to finally join me."

"W-where is my friend…" she held the knife ready.

Benji eyed the knife and smiled back into her gaze, "She's fine… sleeping currently."

"I-Is s-she okay?" Chloe asked shakily, though she tried to be strong.

He shrugged, "Not important. Right now you are what is important. You are my target and-and my original plan has been foiled, therefore-" Benji started taking steps towards her and resulting in Chloe taking some back.

"I must finish business, by any cost." Benji sneered, but it was short lived. He had gone to throw something he had pulled from his jacket but a knife flew from across the room and right into his hand. Benji gasped, yelling profanity in confusion and pain.

Beca stood from the shadows.

"You? You're the one that saved her…" Benji stepped away from Chloe and walked towards the hooded person, "You know… I've only heard of one that can move as fast as you do." Benji scoffed, "In fact, I've seen her before." He pulled the knife from his hand and threw it across the room towards Beca who shifted to the side, the knife impaling into the wall.

"I knew it." Benji breathed in astonishment.

Chloe meanwhile had been watching the pair, more specifically the hooded woman, praying that she would take out the hitman.

Everyone in the room went quiet. Everything seemed to have slowed down. Benji's movements were small, putting himself in an attack stance.

Beca remained frozen her eyes waiting for anything. It was then Benji threw three darts from his sleeve and ran towards her.

Beca ducked low from the darts and met Benji in the middle of the room. Beca was in defensive as he threw a parry of punches. Beca blocked them and using the back frame of the nearby couch, used her feet to jump and push off it and land a swift punch to the hitmans face. Benji reeled back but steadied his stance, throwing another punch towards Beca, however she grabbed his outstretched arm swung him into the large TV set with a loud crash.

Beca looked to Chloe and pointed to the bedroom.

Chloe was stunned and lost in translation for a moment until it clicked, Jessica!

She moved from her spot by the door and ran down the hall into the bedroom, finding her friend lying on the bed.

"JESSICA!" Chloe ran to her side and checked for a pulse, it was there but it didn't feel strong.

"Okay-okay…" Chloe noted that Jessica looked rather pale and was sweating, "I-I need to get you out of here!" she tried shuffling the woman around and get her to sit up against the head board of the bed.

"Jessica?... Jessica please wake up!" Chloe doubted she would be able to carry her out.

Jessica however was completely out.

Chloe ran to the wardrobe and threw on some sport shoes, and went back to the bed in helping Jessica. Swinging the woman's body around she put her arms through and under Jessica's dragging her off the bed and down the hallway. She could still the two fighting and pulling Jess as far as she could, Chloe turned and saw the woman whose hood had now fallen. Chloe nearly dropped Jess from the shock, and unbelievable truth her eyes were showing.

Beca went crashing through the glass coffee table bellow and Benji advanced to punch her in the stomach. Unable to deflect the blow she was hit and Benji picked her up.

The tables had turned since Chloe had gone to Jessica. Benji had swung a shard from the smashed TV screen into Beca's leg. Using the injury to his advantage he was able to gain the upper hand in the fight. However Beca was far from defeated.

Beca pushed through the burning pain and once Benji picked her up from the shattered glass of the coffee table she used her head, literally, right into his nose. Which cracked from the pressure and sent him stumbling back to the ground.

"Fucking bitch!" Benji snapped, but gained his footing, then began laughing. His laugh was sinister and not large due to his nose, which was heavily bleeding.

"What?" Beca asked.

"Plan… B." Benji spat the blood from his mouth. Producing a small switch he clicked it.

Beca had an arm out and stepped towards him to make him stop but she looked around to find nothing had happened.

Benji's smirk was still visible though and didn't flinch. Beca found it unnerving.

Suddenly the door to the hotel room burst open and the tall woman didn't hesitate in shooting the man in the neck. Benji toppled to the ground.

Beca suppressed her eyes going wide seeing her sister, but there was no hope when she turned to find Chloe gawking at her. During the fight Beca's hood had dropped backwards, her face now very much visible.

Stacie looked between the two, "Later." She strongly stated. She walked towards Chloe who was still in an eye lock with Beca.

"Chloe!" Stacie snapped, the woman's eyes now went to her "Help me get your friend out of here?" she urged.

Chloe quickly nodded and helped Stacie pick Jessica up, each taking an arm and holding it around their necks. Taking the unconscious woman to the door, Beca was already waiting, holding the hitman.

No point in talking in a different language now.

"How long do we have?" Beca asked.

"3 minutes for police, the hitman sent them a false tip that led them away from here. However we only have 2 minutes until this apartment blows up, he rigged it." Stacie hastily spoke with clear annoyance in her tone as they rushed out the door.

"What?!" Beca was shocked, that was extreme.

They pressed for the elevator and waited. Tensions were running unbelievably high and Beca felt as though she could drown in it.

Stacie ignored her sister who refrained from looking at her, instead she checked the unconscious woman.

"She's been injected with something." Stacie noted out loud, "Poison maybe?"

"Will she be okay?" Chloe asked worriedly.

"Not sure." The elevator doors opened and the hurried inside, pressing for it to close and go down, "I would say she needs a hospital, however seeing Amy I assume Lily is also around?" Stacie's pissed tone was right at Beca.

Both Chloe and Stacie were shooting daggers at Beca right now.

Geez Chloe I did just save your life…

Saved by the boom, kind of. A loud rumble shook the elevator shaft and Beca quickly pressed for the emergency stop. The elevator came to a jolt and the strained sound of the wires above were more than concerning.

"We need to get out. Now!" Beca pried the doors open with help from Stacie. The ledge was a little high from being stopped in a certain place but wasn't an obstruction.

The girls all helped in hoisting the unconscious ones out first followed by Stacie then Chloe. Chloe was less than enthused when Beca put her arms around Chloe to push her up, which hurt Beca more than her injury.

Just in time Beca hoisted herself up, disregarding the offered help from her sister and the elevator began to loudly creak and scrape down the metal a bit further.

Beca lay there for a moment on the hallway carpet but pushed herself up, grabbing Benji they went to the stairwell and kept going. They had already made it down many of the floors in the elevator and only had a few flights of stairs left.

Which Beca was thankful for because her leg was starting to give out from the glass still in her thigh, "Amy… we are outside."

"I know!" was the reply through her ear.

The large black SUV pulled up and everyone was quick to jump in. Throwing Benji in the boot, Amy took off.

Beca was in the back with Chloe and Jessica in the middle of them.

"Amy." Stacie greeted curtly.

"H-hi Stacie."

"Been good?" her voice was direct and false sweetness.

"Y-yeah."

Beca could feel the already growing tension again, "Stac-"

"No!" Stacie spun in her seat, "No. Not now and not here." Stacie spat back.

Beca softly exhaled and look back to see the top of the building in flames. Like some sick real metaphor for how that was once a place she had fun with the fellow red head, but most likely never will again. Whatever relationship they did or were having was now in flames.

"Where are we going now?" Stacie asked.

"Somewhere safe for now-"

"People are going to be wondering where I am- where Jessica is! She needs a hospital!" Chloe yelled despite still not quite believing everything that she is going through.

"She's going to be okay Chloe. Lily will be able to help her. It's likely she has been injected with Mojave Toxin." Beca told her.

Chloe only briefly looked at Beca before looking at her best friend, placing a hand on her cheek. C'mon Jess stay with me.

"How do you know that?" Stacie asked.

"I know this boy. Has an obsession with toxic snakes and other animals-"

"You know him!?" Chloe asked in disgust and shock. She didn't know what to think anymore, could she believe this woman who had obviously lied to her.

"Chloe…" Beca wasn't sure where to start.

"Save it. Just help my friend."

Beca grimaced at the tone and an unthankful one at that.

"You know I saved your life back there right? You're welcome!" Beca couldn't contain it, "Ah!" more blood poured from her cut.

Chloe flinched at the tone and hearing she was in pain she looked to see blood coming from her thigh, a shard of glass still wedged in her skin.

"W-we should wrap that-" Chloe stumbled.

Stacie leaned over the chair and saw the cut, her eyes locked with Beca's.

Beca could see for a split moment she cared, of course she did, Stacie is her sister. But then they hardened showing hurt before she turned back to sit in the passenger seat.

"I'll be fine." Beca spoke.

Soon enough they pulled up to a home on the outskirts of the desert. Beca knew it as one of Lily's safe houses. Chloe hopped out of the car and Amy picked Jessica up in one swift grasp and carried her inside. Chloe walked around the car, locking eyes with Beca, both of them staring again before the red head pulled her eyes away and followed Amy into the home.

Beca placed a hand over her wound and Stacie came up to help her.

"No. I'm fine, we need to bring him inside." The brunette insisted.

Stacie rolled her eyes, "Amy will come back and sort that out. He is knocked the fuck out. So shut up and let me help you."

Beca huffed and threw her arm around Stacie's neck who leaned down for her to do so and they went inside. Walking over to the lounge, which had plastic all over it, Beca dropped down and Stacie disappeared

Beca put her shaky hand on the glass and got ready to pull it out. The shard wasn't too deep but would most likely need stitches. Stacie returned with all the essentials to clean and tend to the wound.

Taking hold of the shard Beca pulled it out and threw it in a bag Stacie had brought in for rubbish. Quickly her sister asked her to take off her jeans and Beca did.

Beca let Stacie clean and stitch up the cut. Beca leaned back on the couch hoping for its' assistance in the heavy weight upon her shoulders from the whole situation.

"How did you know?" Beca asked through the thick silence.

"Word travelled quickly about the 'accident'. I heard it through security that we needed to keep an eye out for the red head. Tried calling you and you didn't answer. Imagine my surprise seeing Amy outside of the hotel when I arrived. The rest I figured out pretty quickly." Stacie told her in strict tone whilst tying the bandage off tightly around her leg that made Beca's expression wince.

"Thanks." Beca stood and placed her jeans back on before sitting back down.

"What the fuck Beca," Stacie hissed, "What have you been doing? Clearly you have been seeing or talking to Amy or Lily. I thought we had dropped all of this?"

Beca ran a hand through her hair, remaining silent. What could she say to Stacie right now?

Stacie huffed at her sister's usual silence during a serious discussion and folded her arms.

Amy had returned from going back outside and brought the hitman in with her, throwing him onto the other plastic covered couch.

"How is she?" Stacie asked Amy.

"Chloe or-?"

"No the other one." Stacie quickly replied.

"She'll be okay." Amy informed. The blonde glanced at Beca before trying to make her way out of the room.

"Kak vy dumayete, vy sobirayetes'? (Where do you think you are going?)" Stacie's authoritative tone stopped Amy's attempt of leaving the tension filled room.

"Stacie-" Beca started.

"No Beca. You're not going to give me any answers so I'll ask Amy." Stacie uncrossed her arms and walked towards the blonde, "How long have you been using my sister? We were out! We had a deal!"

Amy's expression was sheepish to say the least but remained planted in her spot, not back down from Stacie.

"Kto-nibud' pogovorit' so mnoy zdes'?! (Would somebody talk to me here?!)" Stacie was beyond irritated.

"They weren't using me Stacie." Beca spoke up.

Stacie scoffed her eyes not leaving Amy's, "Oh please! Of course they are Beca." Then she turned on her heels facing Beca, "And you are probably going along with! We had a deal Beca! A very rare deal and this doesn't just affect you but me as well. Me! Who you should've talk to!" Stacie was furious and upset with her sister. After all they had done and been through to be given such a chance in life was just destroyed in a matter of hours.

Beca's face was in its' hardened mask, but was internally scowling herself for the truth Stacie spoke.

"I did what I had and needed to do Stacie. This… is an unfortunate circumstance that just happened to tie me into it… I don't know what else to say, other than I sure as hell wasn't going to leave her to be killed."

"No Beca, no it didn't just tie you into it! Remember me?! Your sister! My life is tied with yours, just as yours is with mine. Tout ce que je demandais, c'est que vous avez parlé de moi! (All I asked is that you talked to me!). Nous avons promis. (We promised.)." Stacie turned her attention to the hitman and picked him up, leaving the room and taking him into another to tie him up.

Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair before grabbing a hair tie from her pocket and drew her hair into a ponytail.

Amy had remained in the room during the exchange and wasn't sure what there was to say.

"Has C.R been informed?"

"Yes." Amy replied a little sadly for the brunette.

Beca nodded and stood from the couch.

Amy left the room and headed back downstairs.

"Sir."

"What is it?" Allen snapped, his eyes not deterring from his sparring opponent who had tried to hit him but failed miserably. Allen took his arm and spun it around to lock it against his back.

"It's Benji." The fellow hitman told him.

Allen twisted the man hand and urged the rookie to try and break free but his attempts were futile.

"Yes?" he hissed at the disruption.

"He has failed in his locked contract on Miss Beale."

Allen felt his anger over boil, delivering a powerful kick to his opponents back, the man went flying forward across the padded mat and into the wall. Instantly he was knocked out.

Allen turned to the messenger, "Where is he now?"

"We are not sure sir. But there is more. He has sent word that his failure was due to an interruption from another person. Here." The hitman handed his boss the decoded message sent from Benji before he disappeared.

Allen stepped forward his eyes not leaving the other hitman until snatching the paper from his hands. Reading over the words his expression and stature immediately hardened.

"Uvereny li my ob etom? (Are we sure about this?)" Allen's dark tone asked.

"Da. (Yes)"

"Dayte mne bilet na samolet v Las-Vegas srazu. (Get me a plane ticket to Vegas immediately.)" Allen ordered as he scrunched the piece of paper in his hand and stormed out of the room.

Allen picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Lauren, do we still have a contact in Vegas?... …. Put me through."

A/N - Interesting hmm? The probability of things being action packed from here on in, is high.

Thanks! Till next time :)