A thud then darkness.

"BASS...BASS!" The screaming went on.

Bass could here the commotion but could do nothing as the thud sent his eyes closed and his mind shut off from the world, only hearing Charlie screaming his name.

"Do something with her will you, she will attract attention" She could only hear their voices. They had been ambushed, Charlie had been asleep and they had knocked Bass unconscious from behind, grabbing her, and hooding her. She wasn't gonna let up, she struggled and tried to fight against them, but there were to many. With her hands now bound she was thrown on to a horse.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Bass can you hear me?" Miles shook him, "where is Charlie, Bass?"

Bass drew his dagger at Miles in shock of being woken and the realisation of what happened.

"Whoa there, Its me Miles, where is Charlie? what happened!?" He pushed once again.

"I don't know" he rubbed his head confused and dazed trying to get up, "I heard her screaming, there was nothing I could do, then there was just black. I tried Miles, I tried, but i couldn't, I'm gonna... I'll..." He fell back down to the floor.

Miles grabbed him and sat him up, putting his hand on the back of his head.

"Well, you're gonna have a headache for a while" showing the blood on his hand to Bass.

"Come on get up, we gotta find her, look for tracks"

Bass nodded scared at the thought of what had or could happen to Charlie, these people couldn't have been patriots or they would have killed him, and for that matter why hadn't they killed him?

"Horses, lets go," Miles said looking over to a frightened Bass.

He hadn't seen this expression in his eyes since the loss of his child all those years ago,it was desperation, guilt and helplessness all rolled into one.

"We'll find her Bass, she isn't totally helpless either remember that, yeah? he spoke trying to comfort him.

The journey seemed endless, and breathing in the warm air she exhaled made her drowsy and feel sick. As she heard more people and children it perked her up, she struggled against the person holding her on the horse, making a distraction so she could throw a small piece of her top she had been tugging and ripping. Hoping someone would see it.

"Nah Ah, don't want you falling off now do we" a man responded to her movements, now a firmer grip on her waist. "Not much further now".

She had now had enough, throwing her head back cracking the man on the chin, releasing her she tumbled to the ground, scrambling to get up and shake the hood of her head, the daylight pierced her eyes, but a welcome relief of breathing in cool air. The next thing she saw was a rifle pointed at her, and several people rushing over.

One face she did recognise.

"Jason?" She breathed.

"Did you get a glimpse of any of them at all?" Miles pressed.

"Miles, like i said now for the hundredth time, I saw nothing, just black and her screaming, a sound i will never get out of my head, so please stop bringing it up, the information i have is no help to us"
"How did you not hear them coming, not even see anything? i'm puzzled Bass."

"What you think i had something to do with this is, that what you are saying? Cos yeah the blood weeping from my head was also the plan too. If you think for one second that i would allow anything to happen to Charlie then you are wrong, I love her Miles! I know you hate that, but its true!"

"That's how they got round you then, was it, too busy being loved up to keep an eye out for the one thing you were supposed to protect"

Bass charged for him and brought him down to the floor "At this moment in time I don't care what happens to you or me, all i want is Charlie to be ok, don't think you taunting me will make me feel and more guilty then i already do" Pushing into his chest, Bass let go of him.

Miles knew that he had gone to far, but at the same time what Bass didn't realise was Miles was intentionally doing this to get a reaction from him about his feelings and intentions towards Charlie, he was starting to be convinced. He could tell he was lower than low at this point, so decided to keep the rest of his feeling stay hidden for a while.

They both walked on into the evening following the horse tracks, keeping a distance from one another, scowling every so often.

Bass walking with his head down, as he did seeing the small piece of fabric lying on the floor. "Miles, were on the right track, its hers" breathing in a smile.

"Hey look" ,Miles whispered loudly, beckoning him over. "Look through those trees just up a head"

"Is that who I think it is? Bass mumbled.

"Tom Nevile" Both Miles and Bass looked at one another.

"Ok so Charlie is in there with Tom Nevile? This isn't good you know that right?" Bass looked up at Miles.

"Ok lets wait till its fully dark and see if we can see any Patriots in there, and try and figure out what is going on. I reckon we could get in there easy, maybe get on to one of those roofs that over look that main building in the middle?"

"That's your plan Miles? I wanna go in there now and get her out" all seriousness in Bass's face.

"Yep and what end up dead, that wont help Charlie would it?" Miles retorted.
"Fine, were do it your way."

Jason released her from her bonds and let her to an out building. She followed knowing he wasn't gonna hurt her but still very confused about what as going on, and increasingly concerned about how Bass was, if he was even alive. The feeling of that sent a nasty cold shiver down her spine. He faced her.

"Is Bass dead?" She asked

"Bass? you mean Monroe?" he responded.

"Whatever, Bass Monroe, whatever you want, is he alive?" Tears filling her eyes.

"Yes he is, apparently he was just knocked out, why so concerned about his welfare? we assumed he was keeping you hostage so took you, I had been on the look out for you for some time now, and after hearing that your Mom and Miles were with the Patriots, and that you were out there alone i thought it best to bring you here where you would be safe"

"What!? Mom and Miles are not with the Patriots, and i wasn't alone, i was with Bass, we.. we couldn't... Look way too much has gone on for me to explain everything to you, I need to go i need to get back" she turned to leave.

"You cant go, please don't go" He begged.

"Do you realise that Miles will be tracking me all the way here with Bass in tow, if you don't wanna get hurt i suggest you let me go". she continued to walk out of the building.

He chased after her out into the night grabbing her arm. "That is what we want, we wanted Miles to follow you here, we wanted Intel on the patriots, and we wanted him to join us...he had turned before what would stop him turning again? Monroe would just be an additional asset, the Militia is the only thing that could bring these bastards down, the same bastards that murdered my Mother."

Peering through the bushes seeing Jason's hand on Charlies arm filled Bass with rage, He wasn't having anyone touch her.