AN: Hello once again everyone. Thanks to everyone who's been keeping up. Enjoy the chapter. (I realize this is an unusually shoe AN, but I'm kind of walking out of my house right now. See ya'll Wednesday)

***Waylon***

It was less than five minutes after Chealsy left the storedge and Miles had already pulled out an impossibly large amount of paper work from a tiny file cabinet that sat in the corner behind the office desk. Most of the documents were testimonials from the sixties, a few papers referred to "charity" works Murkoff had done in Africa and Southeast Asia, on the edge of the table were a set of blueprints.

"Where did you get those?" I pulled the prints from under a mound, they were labeled with an address I didn't recognize

"Contacted city hall, if a building was built legally they have a copy of the blue prints."

Damn, there must have been a years worth of research on this table, and I had a hunch that this wasn't all of it. Miles looked like he knew exactly what he was looking for, which left me to meander hopelessly in the storage locker.

I sat on the couch, waiting for I-don't-know-what. I considered looking over Miles's camera, which he had sat on the coffee table, but was interrupted by the sound of the storage door opening. Both me and miles jerked our gazes upward. Who was it? Murkoff? What did they want?

"Just me!" it was Chealsy, who had started to push boxes to enter the room, "I just realized I don't have the keys to the car"

The heart attack i nearly had was moving on by now "Umm, actually we don't have the keys" I sputtered out the words.

She gave me a look that seemed to ask 'really?' all on it's own, before asking "So what, you hotwired the thing?"

"Yes, actually" I gave a straight answer.

"Well ok then. Come on Waylon, we're taking a field trip"

"What?"

"You, heard me, come on."

I took a look back at Miles who was covering up a grimace and ducking back down at his papers. Not sure if he was reading something particularly interesting, or if he just knew something I didn't, I walked to the hole in the boxes.

"Watch your back Waylon, she might stab it." Miles didn't look up as he talked

"Oh haha, very funny" Chealsy shot back at him "let's go Waylon"

With hesitation I followed her. There was something more than just casual bantering in their exchange. They obviously had a history and unfortunately for me they seemed to still have some tention to work through.

We both moved out of the room, I pulled the boxes back into place. We went back down the same hallways we had upon entering, for whatever reason Chealsy avoided the elevator. It wasn't until we were leaving the lobby that she spoke up.

"I don't mean to be nosey, but I need to know every detail about your life."

I didn't even really know this lady, never mind the fact that I'd been living off nothing but adrenaline and paranoia for the last couple of weeks, I wasn't about to tell her the personal details of my life.

Despite all that thinking, the only thing that made it out was a staggered "what?"

"I'm a reporter" she explained as if it excused everything "knowing things is my job"

"uhhh..." I tripped over my words as we moved into the car "what exactly are you asking for?"

"Details, your name, age, birth date, occupation, how you were involved with Murkoff, your motivations, maybe an inspirational quote, also if you have any insider information about the company..."

She had started up on another barrage of questions and rattled out at least fifteen of them before I pulled the car out of the parking lot.

After the verbal assault I felt more exhausted than I should, how did the woman have this much energy?

"...so you can start by why you tried to blow the whistle on Murkoff in the first place"

"Why is any of this relevant?" we had a rescue to plan.

"Not the response I was looking for, but ok. I need all the information I can get and I don't know if I'll have a nice quiet car ride in the future to talk to you. Besides, having a heart wrenching human interest story full of all the messy details will play merry hell with Murkoffs credibility."

"Ok. I tried to contact the press because people were dieing and impossible experiments were going on."

"I'll put you down as ' a courageous champion of human rights'. Ya, that'll do."

"Wait, what? Why? I'm not very-"

"Brave? No ones going to believe that after seeing those tapes. Besides, you said you had kids, right? I'll set you up as a human rights activist and a man trying to protect his family. People love that kind of stuff. I guess I can pretend Miles is a martyr, a lone reporter out to uncover the truth, who got screwed up mentally in the process," she chuckled to herself "that should explain any weirdness because of the walrider, don't you think?"

She seemed a bit too excited about this whole thing for my tastes "Well, sure it would, but don't you think that we should rescue my kids first? Or just tell everyone the truth?"

"The truth doesn't sell stories dear. This ones pretty messed up, granted, so most of it will stay in tact, I'm just saying we should embellish a bit about your motivations." she seemed like she was in reporter mode. I could only imagine her and Miles fighting over how to break a story, embellishment versus unfiltered truth.

"But..."

"But what? Anyways get onto the highway, we have errands to run."

Great, I was a chauffeur now.

"Another thing, did you actually work on project Walrider? That seems like it was Massives main project."

I was going to regret my answer "Yes, but not directly"

"What did you do?"

"I worked on maintaining the morphogenic engine, I didn't run any experiments, and most the office workers there just made me repair their broken computers. My official title was Chief Systems Moderator, but really I just saw one or two lines of code at a time."

"So you're telling me...? Also, exit here"

"I don't know anything about the Walrider other than it needs a host, and the last host needed a massive machine just to stay alive. That's all"

"...interesting."

good, the conversation was over. I sighed in relief.

"Then why is Miles walking around like everything's fine?"

"What do you mean?" nevermind.

"You said that the last host needed a big-ass machine just to keep breathing, last time I checked Miles wasn't hooked up to said big-ass machine. Why?"

"..." that was a good question.

"You have no idea, do you? Take the next left"

Not one "well, maybe he... I mean what if..." she was right, what the hell did that mean?

"Good to know my partner in crime's just as far in the dark as I am."

"Partner?" I didn't sign up for that

"We're planning to break into wherever, rescue your kids, then absolutely ruin a cartoonishly evil corporation by launching a smear campaign strait from the pits of hell. We're going to commit a few crimes in the process."

She wasn't wrong.

"You sure are a man of few words, aren't you Waylon. Oh ya, that reminds me, what's your last name? I just realised I don't actually know anything about you."

"It's Park and there's not much to know."

"Bullshit, everyones got a story"

"I don't, really"

"Sure, so your motivations for taking down Murkoff are what? Finding your kids?"

"Yes."

"And thats it, nothing else? Turn right. That's your entire motivation in life, and sums up everything about who you are."

"Well, mostly"

"What else is there? You mentioned your dead wife, getting revenge for her is on your to do list, right?"

"Definitely."

"Ok, to me those two things describe a reckless anti-hero type with nothing to lose. And that doesn't describe you at all."

I wasn't sure if I should take offence to that.

"So, unless you're actually some crazy mastermind who's using Miles like a little pawn in your big revenge plot, you have something more to you than just revenge. Go left "

She just said she didn't know a thing about me, yet here she was judging me. Biting down a shade of annoyance I responded "sure, I have thoughts about things other than revenge" for example there was a crushing sense of guilt, paranoia, and helplessness "but right now the only thing that matters is getting Connor and Garret back from those monsters, so if I have to focus on that and nothing else, then so be it."

"Great, I'm stuck with a semi-suicidal nut job and my possesed ex. What could go wrong?"

I knew I took offence to that.

I drove on in silence, with Chealsy only speaking to give directions. A meager five minutes later she told me to stop at an apartment. I pulled the little car up to the curve, she got out and told me to stay put, as if I were thinking about ditching her here. As she disappeared into the building I considered doing just that.

After a single car ride with her I could see why Miles had been so reluctant to find her. She was kind of a bitch, but it was obvious that she knew what she was doing when it came to snooping for information. Either way I hoped that she did actually have the contacts necessary to spread word of Murkoff far and wide.

Before I had too long to think of anything she came back out of the building with a suitcase, duffle bag and small backpack. Opening the back door she dumped everything inside, then quickly made her way to the passengers seat. As she fell into the seat she was already dialing someone on her phone.

"Hey, you somewhere you can speak english?" she spoke into her cell.

Odd way to start a conversation, but ok.

"Ok, great." she turned towards me, "go ahead and get back onto the highway, southbound" she spoke back into the phone "oh, that was just another contact. Ya, I can say whatever in front of him. Do you remeber Miles Upshur?"

I moved through the streets, trying desperately to find the high way and listen to her conversation at the same time.

"Good, because he's got a forklifts worth of dirt on our favorite company."

There were two intersecting highways.

"Of course I mean Murkoff, who else? Anyways, it's video evidence and an ex-employee. Trust me, there's so much proof they couldn't get out of this if they hired every lawyer on the planet."

I got onto one, hoping that I was southbound

"Anyways, how soon can you get stateside? I can't send this stuff over the mail, Murkoffs on our asses like white on rice."

Telling by the sun set I was going the right way, maybe.

"Ten days? Fuck, there are kids lives at stake here. Yes i said kids, two of them. It's a long story and I might have to lose this phone soon."

Where were we going now?

"A weeks the best you can do, hey? Sure that works fine. We're in Salt Lake. Don't go to my apartment. Meet us at the usual place... see you then"

She hung up.

"Exit here." I had to cut across three lanes to do so "damn that was close." she looked at her phone, only to pop the back off and take out the battery "Hey, tekky, don't suppose you can kill this phone, wipe it or something?"

I could, if she bothered to ask instead of just ordering me around.

"Still not talking? Have it your way than" she simply chucked the device out the window.

"..." I was driving with a crazy lady.

"Go ahead and pull in here." she directed me towards a little strip center. I parked in the space nearest the lots exit.

Chealsy left the car, I turned it off and followed.

"Could you be any more paranoid?" she said from over her shoulder

"W-what?"

"You've been looking over your shoulder sense we left the storage unit, never mind that your hand was shaking like a leaf in the car."

"I have a healthy level of suspicion, and my hand was not shaking."

"Ya it was. And calm down, there aren't any Murkoff lackeys here. They shouldn't have any clue that you're in town anyways."

"Well..."

"They don't know you're in town, do they?" her voice dropped half an octave.

"Not exactly, but they did question Miles's brother, so they probably think we're in state. I mean they probably know we're out for blood, or at least not very happy with them."

"Damnit, I thought they'd at least be spinning their wheels for a while. At least you two are still on the low end of their radar"

"ummm..."

"Oh christ, what did you two do to get their attention."

"Other than trying to expose them, their might be a couple of casualties..."

"You murdered Murkoff employees?" she had turned to face me and was whisper yelling

"No, Miles did. Sort of. I mean... the walrider did, but Miles was not opposed to it."

"...damn it Upshur. Ok fine, lets just get through the day."

Finally, something I could agree with.