Lisa slammed a fresh mag into her Thompson sub-machine gun. Her hands were shaking from the adrenaline. She had traded her fair share of shots, but she always had a security team taking the brunt of it while she tried to get Camille out of harm's way.

This firefight was new territory for her. To top it off, she was exhausted and dehydrated.

She heard men shouting in a foreign tongue around the corner.

"Up the shaft," she hissed to Thorn, drawing the slide back, "you've got to protect that computer, Alexander."

He frowned deeply at her, but didn't disobey. Lisa pulled the pin on the grenade and let up on the trigger, letting it cook for two seconds before tossing it around the corner.


"You good?" Thorn called out. Lisa shot him a grin as a whistle sounded.

"Fuck!" She dove behind the wall as the mortar hit.

Lisa blinked rapidly as her ears rang. She was covered in a fine layer of cement dust and her left arm was numb.

She sat up and dizziness washed over her. Her surroundings were blurred. She sucked in a breath and tasted blood and chalk on her tongue. Disgusted, she spat it out. Her hearing was slowly coming back.

"Lisa!" Thorn's panicked voice was coming from the elevator shaft. She pulled herself up, using the half destroyed wall and peered up the shaft.

The elevator had fallen in the blast. Thorn was hanging on to pipes that protruded from the walls.

"Thorn," she croaked, unable to get out much else.

"You ok?" he asked over his shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to process that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good…I'll, uh, meet you at the top, let you out of the shaft, ok?"

He nodded once at her.

"Ok. Don't get shot!"

Lisa stumbled away from the shaft, letting her gun hang by its sling. She pressed a hand to her numb arm. She felt warm liquid and flexed her fingers experimentally.

You're fine, Lis, let's get a move on.


Billy threw himself down as he braced himself for the heavy gunfire. He heard it, but there were no bullet holes peppering the walls. Nothing.

"Relax," Drummer's voice came over the comms, "I told you you'd give yourself a stroke."

"Drummer?" Barney looked perplexed.

"Yeah, you got a tank problem, pal," Drummer remarked.

"Do something about it," Barney shot back grumpily.


"Is he always so bossy?" Drummer wondered to Molly. She smiled mirthlessly at the man. She was going to get so much shit when they found out what she had done.

"Yang, eleven o'clock," she called out.

"You ready for some real flying, Little Wolf?" Drumme grinned wickedly as two helicopters started tailing them. "Buckle up, boys!"

Molly fumbled with her own buckle, bringing the shoulder straps around and buckling them across her middle.

Drummer weaved in between the exhaust towers and immediately spun into a barrel roll. Molly gripped the edge of her seat and nearly bit her tongue.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to fly?!" she demanded harshly. Drummer surprised her with an amused grin.

"The United States Air Force."

Molly snorted derisively at him.

"You crazy son of a bitch," she shook her head.


Billy nearly threw up as he jogged across the rooftop. There, in the door of the helicopter, picking off a few remaining soldiers, was his wife. The wind from the helicopter made her red hair fly around her like a war banner. Her dark eyes met his and regret flashed across her face.

"Let's go, fellas!" her lips moved and he heard her voice over the comm.

"Shit, Molly?" Toll demanded.

"Miss me?" she asked sarcastically, straightening from her crouch. Worry flashed across her face. "Where's Barney?" she demanded.

Billy turned, doing a count off in his head. Lisa was pulling Thorn from an elevator shaft, which made eleven, counting himself.

"What's the hold up?" Lisa sprinted up to him, holding her left arm close to her body, holding her sidearm in her right hand. Thorn continued to the Blackhawk.

"Barney," Billy bit out. He saw Molly move as if she was going to jump from the helicopter. Granted, Drummer was hovering only a few feet above the rooftop, but with her knee, Molly would never make the landing.

"I'll get him," Lisa said quickly. Billy yanked his comm and offered it to her. "See you in a few!" she ran back towards the steps.


Lisa heard the sound of the fight before she saw it. As she came around the corner, she saw Stonebanks picking up a rifle and turning around. She squeezed off three shots. Three spots of blood appeared in the back of his maroon shirt. He hit his knees. She moved forward.

Lisa was going to look him in the eyes when she killed him.

"What about the Hague, huh?" he asked, his words slurring. That insane spark that glittered in his too blue eyes was fading.

Barney lifted his gun.

"I am the Hague," Barney said. Lisa squeezed her trigger and her worst nightmare fell face first into the ankle deep water.

"We need to go. Battery is at one percent," she told him, taking off. Water sloshed around her boots.

"Battery is gone!" she heard Thorn over the comm. A violent rumble only punctuated his words.

"Shit!"

Barney was right on her heels as the building started to shake and tremble. Lisa started up the steps.

"Come on!" there were too many voices coming at her over the comm as she made it out onto the roof. Her lungs burned.

The helicopter was rising.

"Don't you fucking leave me, Max Drummer," she snarled, knowing he would hear her.

"You owe me one, kid," he said gruffly. The roof was falling away beneath her. She leaped for the rope. Her hands slid around the rope until she got her grip. The rope jerked under her. Lisa wrapped her legs around the rope and looked down. Barney swung below her, clutching the rope.

He grinned up at her.

Lisa breathed out a slow breath of relief. Stonebanks was dead. He was gone.