Standing in the mirror, Glenn fixed his tie once again. He was going to show Jessica that he was the perfect man for her. He had decided to remain with Jessica as long as he could without informing the CIA of his mission updates. When the time came, he would deal with it, but for now, as he walked out of his apartment and into his truck, he would enjoy every moment he got to spend with her.

Watching from a secluded area, a heavily tattooed man placed a cell phone to his ear, "he's headed to the bar, be ready in fifteen." Hanging up, he threw the cell phone on the ground, smashing and stomping on it, wanting to rid of all potential trace. That man had almost exploited the entire gang operation in the Southern United States, he knew too much, and there was no way he was going to make it out of that bar alive. The tattooed man chuckled and started his leisurely stroll to the bar, he also knew that pretty little brunette was working. Pulling out a pistol, he checked to make sure there was all but one round in the weapon, reserved for her.

Entering the bar, Glenn noticed that there were a ton of people, which was odd being it was a week day night. Not wanting to think too much about it, he walked over to the counter and waited until he saw Jessica walk out. Shaking his head, he still couldn't believe he was blessed with such a wonderful, breathtakingly beautiful woman. Leaning over the counter, he kissed Jessica before taking a seat at his usual table in the back. Acting like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, Jessica walked over to Glenn with a drink in her hand; setting it down and she gave him a wink before walking off to tend to the other customers. Sipping on his drink, Glenn watched as the bar seemed to get more and more crowded, and he noticed a bell being placed on the counter. Tilting his head, he couldn't remember a time when the bar had used a bell. Maybe they use a bell when it gets busy but as his eyes followed the man who put the bell on the counter, time slowed down. Ringing the bell, the tattooed man reached into his pocket and pulled out the pistol, aiming right at Jessica. Moving in what seemed like slow motion, Glenn pushed the table out of his way, charging the man at the counter who was poised to shoot any second. Screaming at the top of his lungs, Jessica turned around to witness Glenn tackling the man to the ground, but not before a bullet hit and shattered some of the alcohol glasses behind her. Punching the tattooed man square in the jaw, Glenn was satisfied when he saw a few teeth fly out of his mouth. Punching him in the nose, he heard it crack and he grabbed him by the throat and leant down so that he was face to face with the man, "I will fucking kill you if it's the last thing I ever do!" Watching the air being squeezed out of the man, Glenn heard a faint ticking coming from somewhere inside the bar. His eyes widened when he realized that the bar was rigged with explosives. Jessica! Hearing the tattooed man say something, Glenn looked down at him, "Do you really think you'll save her and yourself? She was dead before you even met her. She means nothing to you." Lifting up the man and smashing his head down onto the floor, Glenn stood up and took in his surroundings, seeing that the man had somehow locked everyone in the bar, and then he heard it, "Thomas? Thomas please, what's happening?" Twisting his body, he saw Jessica on the floor with tears running down her face. Jumping over the counter, Glenn crouched down in front of Jessica. Taking her face in his hands, he leaned towards her, raising his voice so she could hear him over the panicked voices of the crowd, "Jessica, get out of here. Get out of here as fast as you can!" Seeing the look of fear in her eyes, he knew she couldn't move. Shaking her a bit, Glenn raised his voice, "Get OUT!" As he finished saying the last word, he heard the timer of the explosive speed up, and everything went silent before a loud explosion shook the entire bar. Leaning into Jessica, his large frame shielded her from the flying debris. Hiding her face in his shoulder, he shut his eyes as he heard another explosion. Blindly reaching in front of him, his hand grasped the door leading out to the back alley parking lot. Yanking on the handle, the door wouldn't open. This entire bar is going to fucking go down. Moving his lips to Jessica's ear, Glenn spoke out, "I am going to get us out of here. I will not let you die." Shifting Jessica next to the door, Glenn stood so that he was in a tackle position and using all his weight, he hit the door shoulder first. Feeling it barely budge, Glenn did it again, but as he connected with the door, an explosion went off right next to him, shattering the different drinks, sending liquid and broken glass everywhere. The force was enough to break the door down as well, and once Glenn had kicked a big enough hole in the door, he grabbed Jessica and held her in front of him as he ran them out the back of the bar and to her truck.

Stumbling a bit, Glenn could barely hear due to the ringing in his ears from the explosion. Ushering Jessica into the passenger's side, Glenn ran to the driver's side, turning the truck on and peeling out of the back parking lot. Not more than five seconds later, Glenn heard the last bomb go off, also seeing a bright flash in the rearview mirror. Pulling into Jessica's place, Glenn shut the truck off. Jessica hadn't said a word the entire ride home, but as Glenn turned to her, he saw that Jessica was staring at him, wide eyed and traumatized, "Thomas, what the hell just happened? Why were they after me?!" Hearing the panic in her voice, Glenn reached out and took her hand, "They weren't after you… they were after me." Feeling her pull her hand away, Glenn's eyes snapped up to hers, "Why the hell were they after you?! Are you even who you say you are?!" Before letting Glenn answer, she had already exited the truck and was heading to her front door. Quickly getting out of the truck, he ran up behind Jessica, "Please, let me explain. All I ask is that you give me five minutes, Jessica." Not getting a verbal response, Glenn felt his whole world crumbling under him until he saw Jessica walk inside, leaving the door open for him. Walking in and closing the door, he turned to face Jessica, who had her arms folded across her chest and was looking at him with betrayal written across her features. Not saying anything, Glenn took this as his cue to explain.

"Jessica, you're right. I'm not who I said I was. I… I work for the CIA. I'm a spy." Glenn looked at Jessica, and he saw that she was trying to process what he had just confessed. Shifting from foot to foot, Glenn continued, "I was sent here on a mission. Those men in the bar were there to attack me and take me down. I knew too much. They… they probably followed me and rigged it when it was closed. I didn't know this would happen, and I didn't know how long this would go on. I-I thought I had killed the-", "Thomas, you've killed people?!" Letting out a sigh, Glenn nodded. He heard Jessica take a step back, "How could you have killed people? How could you?" Seeing the shock in her face, Glenn tried to reason with her, "Please, just listen to me. The people I've killed were bad men. They were terrorists, drug lords; they were not good people Jessica. It was my job to take them down to make the country, and the world a safer place. You can't think that this was easy for me! I kill as a last resort, you have to know that." Glenn saw how confused and shocked Jessica was, hell; he would have been as well. The look in her eyes made him take a tentative step towards her, and he took her hands. Not more than seconds after coming into contact with her hands, he felt her tear them away. Clenching his jaw, Glenn racked his brain, he knew this next thing he said would either make or break everything both had worked so hard for.