I ran up behind Andy and Mike, with little Glen struggling to keep up with me. I glanced behind me to the now closed doors of Eric Sullivan's office. I could still feel his eyes ripping through me with his piercing gaze, even though he was behind closed doors.

A shudder crawled up my spine, causing me to cringe at the uncomfortable feeling. I ignored it and held Glen so he was close to my side.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked curiously, looking at the light smirk that was twisting Andy's lips.

"You seemed to give up pretty easily to me," Mike stated.

"We are going to strike," Andy grinned. "Eric may be cocky and extremely arrogant, but he will start to feel the heat when his company is threatened."

"How are you planning on becoming a threat?" I asked with a slight bitter laugh. "He wasn't exactly wrong when he said we weren't the best group of witnesses."

"That he was not," Andy agreed. "But we are not the only ones."

I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting to happen. I was meeting people who had experienced the horrors my father caused first hand.

I hoped that Andy hadn't informed them of my background. That would probably make things complicated and dramatic.

I noticed Glen shaking under the intense gaze of the woman who stood across from us. She had arrived a short while ago. After talking with Andy for a little bit, she walked into the room, sending me and my brother a suspicious look. I gave her a sharp warning glare. At this rate, I wouldn't exactly be making a very good first impression. But after this, I was heading back to Los Angelus. So my reputation among these people hardly mattered.

Obviously Andy wasn't clear on the concept of secrets. I rolled my eyes and quickly glanced back at her. The woman had blond hair and brown eyes that burned with only a look. I'm not sure who she was. Considering the list of potential witnesses that we went over before, she could either be Kristen de Silva or Kyle Turner.

I wasn't sure if Andy and Mike would be able to gather half the people on that list. It wouldn't surprise me if some of them were unwilling to stand against someone as powerful as Eric Sullivan. My head snapped up when I heard the sound of the door accompanied by voices.

Andy grinned at the boy and slapped a hand on his back. "Thanks Tyler," Andy gratefully began his praise. "You have no idea how-"

"I told you it was no problem Barclay," Tyler interrupted. "I'm always willing to help a fellow officer from Kent."

"I didn't even graduate from Kent," Andy laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ronald Tyler frowned deeply at his old friend. "Are you sure about this Barclay?" he asked hesitantly. "Last time we tried to fight...it didn't end well for you."

Andy sighed, exasperated by the years of doubts. "I am not going to give up," Andy growled. "I know it's true. You know it's true. And I am sick of feeling helpless when up against this bastard."

"Okay! Okay!" Tyler waved his hands in defense. "I get the struggle Barclay."

Andy calmed his flaring temper. When faced with thoughts of this stupid case and all those involved, he couldn't help but be emotional. The air became tense and all Andy could do was choke down his bitterness. Tyler ended the silence before things became to awkward.

"So who is here other than me?" He asked curiously. "You did say there were others."

"Kyle is here," Andy answered as he glanced in the direction of the sitting room. "So is Amy. Mike is making some inquiries but there is no guarantee anyone else will show up."

"Who's Amy?" Tyler questioned in confusion upon hearing the unfamiliar name.

"She is the newest member of the club," Andy answered with a shrug. "She has quite the complicated history."

"I think anyone involved would make them have a complicated history," Tyler retorted. "Wait a minute. I know who you're talking about."

"What?" Andy's head snapped up and his faced morphed into a startled expression.

"Yeah," Tyler looked up in thought. "It was on the news, Amy Valentine. I heard she was Chucky's kid. Is that true?"

"Yes," Andy answered as he rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't talk to her about it. You might make her mad. She's got one hell of a temper."

"But wasn't Charles a doll. Is it even possible for him to have a kid?" Tyler asked, his eyes focussing on the door to the living room.

"He wasn't always a doll," Andy said bluntly. "She's not that bad, once you get use to her. It took a while for me."

"No doubt," Tyler agreed "Where is everyone else?"

"Everyone who has came so far is in the sitting room," Andy replied. "It's just my mother, Mike, Kyle and Amy."

"That's it?" Tyler asked with a hint of disappointment.

"Yeah," Andy sighed softly. He looked to the ground in despair. "That's it."

I watched as Andy and another boy walked into the room. The boy was a bit younger than me, dark with black hair and brown eyes.

I glanced around at the seven people in the room. Glen wouldn't be much help, Andy and his mother were previously questioned for their sanity, and my history was not very helpful to the situation.

"Is this it?" I whispered without thinking.

"Yes," Andy answered calmly. "But it doesn't matter, every little bit counts."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, we can do some real damage with two more people."

"Amy-" Andy began.

"What exactly are you planning to do Barclay?" I snapped. "This man is dead set on keeping this case buried and so far we have no advantage. How are you expecting to win against someone like him when there is only 7 of us, none of which have enough influence on the public."

"We can't just doubt any course of action we may take," Andy argued. "If you wanna win this, you need to have more faith."

"It's called having a realistic perspective. You should try getting one," I hissed. Andy narrowed his eyes on me, giving me a warning glare. But I wasn't going to back down. We couldn't take a big risk when we were so clearly in over our heads. I had too much to lose. Looking down at Glen, I knew why I was hesitant to fight a threatening person like Eric Sullivan with such insignificant numbers. We had no chance, and things were starting to look hopeless.

"I think it's more of a pessimistic perspective," a voice called from the open doorway.

All eyes turned to the young man who leaned against the door frame. Arms crossed, dark hair messed, and wearing a black leather jacket. He looked like a regular badass wanna be. I noticed the chocolate brown coloring of his eyes with a start. He seemed so familiar, I just couldn't place it. I focus on him fully, taking in his appearance bit by bit until the memory finally comes.

With shock and a feeling of nostalgia, I whisper his name.

"Jesse?"

Ta da! Nothing spectacular. But you will be pleased with the next few chapters I guarantee.

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