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"What's happening?" Tori asked running up to Jordan. "Where's Jade and Fincher?"

Jordan gave her a look like she was about to cry.

"What?" Tori sounding like the wind was knocked out of her.

"You need to see this."

Tori leaned forward in her seat as Jordan careened through the streets of Commerce to find where the smoldering wreckage was.

"Oh my god," Tori whispered.

They stopped the car and ran to the scene. The closer they got, the more looked like only scattered plastic and metal.

"I don't get it," Jordan said.

"WE GOT A BODY HERE!" an EMT called out. Tori and Jordan came running to where he was. They stopped to witness the dead body being overturned. It was partially charred by the inferno.

Male, 30's.

Tori breathed a huge sigh of relief, running her finegrs through her long brown hair.

"Where are they?" Tori asked.

"Maybe it was a decoy" Jordan suggested.

Tori shook her head. "No. The way he was driving; he seemed like he was escaping."

Tori's phone rang and she answered. "What?" She cocked her head. "You're where?"

Sinjin sat in the open backseat of a police car. He looked up and saw Tori and Jordan.

"Tori," he half-smiled.

"You got a way to find Jade and Fincher?"

Sinjin nodded and show Tori his iPhone. There was a grid of the city with a green dot in motion.

"What is that?" Jordan asked.

"After I set up Jade's phone to be able to patch through to Fincher," he quickly looked at Tori who was furious and rubbed the back of his neck. "I also anticipated something going wrong so I rigged her phone to transmit a GPS signal." He handed Tori the phone. "See?"

"It's moving," Jordan pointed at the screen. "They're moving."

"Fincher used the explosion to distract us," Tori said. "We gotta get moving before he thinks to destroy her cell."

"One thing," Jordan said with her hands on her hips, looking at Sinjin. "Why didn't you come to us with this sooner?"

"Jade..." Sinjin looked down. "Sort of tied me up and locked me in the ladie's room of a coffee shop."

The two partners exchanged glances.

Fincher pulled Jade into a dark corset factory, closed down for decades. He threw her to a chair and brandished his gun.

"Don't make a sound" he ordered the raven-haired woman.

"What's wrong, Fincher?" Jade asked, almost tauntingly. "Got a lot on your mind?"

"Nice try but your friends only temporarily hindered me."

Jade was a little nervous by how sure he was.

"You see," he grinned. "I was prepared for the chance of me being captured so it didn't matter but you..."

She leaned back when he got closer.

"Need to understand that I have enough money to buy and sell anyone. You of all people," he stroked her hair. "could appreciate that fact. Let the pigs take my men; there's plenty of more punks out there with something to prove who would kill for a job."

Jade winced at his breath. It was revolting. "What happened to loyalty?" she asked, trying to keep him talking before another idea crosses his mind like rape or murder.

"Loyalty?" he scoffed. "It's a wasted attribute. I mean, you were loyal and look where that got you. Meanwhile, I swear allegiance to only myself and look who survived the impossible: a standoff with the LAPD."

He cocked his gun and aimed it squarely at Jade's head.

"Don't" she pleaded.

"It's been a lot of laughs, Jade" his hand remained steady, he didn't blink. "But I need to let got of the past...which...includes you. Maybe I can find a girl, a nice twleve or thriteen-year-old. Somebody who won't give me any sass..."

She spat at him and made a small smirk, knowing she shot first and that was all that mattered.

"Well," he said while wiping his face. "You certainly made my job even easier."

Jade caught sight of something but did her best to not move her eyeballs about; not give any reason to alert Fincher.

"I may be crazy," Jade said. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, I only offered you a hostage."

Fincher was about to say something when cold steel made the hairs on the back of his neck stand erect.

"Hey handsome," Jordan said behind his back. "If you'll kindly relieve yourself of your firearm."

He snarled and dropped his gun, making a loud sound when it landed.

"Good boy," Jordan whispered. "Now...on your knees."

When she felt he's resitating for too long, Jordan kicks the back of his shin and he comes crouching down.

"That's better." Her words were puncuated by the snapping of handcuffs. She looked up at Jade. "You okay?"

Jade nodded nervously. "Yeah."

"Let's go," Jordan ordered Fincher, bringing him to his feet. "Come on," she directed toward Jade.

"Guess its safe now, huh?" Jade asked.

Jordan belted out a hearty laugh. "Girl, he is the least of your worries right now."

Jade gulped when she saw Tori standing right outside, arms folded.

"Tori," she choked out walked toward her. "I'm sorry about..."

Jordan had to look back for a second when she heard a loud slap.

Jade held her cheek, looking like she was about to cry or say something. Suddenly, she was pulled into a tight hug by the Latina.

Tori whispered into her ear, "If you ever scare me like that again, I'll kill you myself."

"Okay," Jade replied as she raised her arms and reciprocated the embrace. "Promise."

A/N: I KNOW, these chapters are on the short side but a story like this (especially when it gets kinetic) is difficult to go past 1,000 words. It sounds easy but it's not. Plus, my schedule has been sucking and you all seem too great to have to wait longer than a day or two for updates.