People didn't seem to notice her. Maybe it was the hat and the large Ray-Ban glasses she was wearing. Maybe it was the t-shirt and hat with 'I love Washington' that made people not even look her way. More even, it looked like people here in Washington were more than eager to ignore tourists like her. The old camera hanging around her neck helped her disguise even more and Bobbie can't help but grin wide.

Perfect, she thinks.

Hoping her disguise will last her for at least a day or two. That should be enough time to get everything … or not. Depends if Bobbie's guess was right or not about the car and the bullet. For now, she was just trying to find out how to enter the compound. That where they store the police cars that weren't being used that day and hour.

After roaming around the large square where the murder took place, Bobbie takes the underground towards the compound. All the time taking pictures from buildings or even the pigeons landing on the street. Everything to not draw attention to her, knowing full well her picture was all over the news and every agent was still after her. Bobbie hoped they were still caught up in Lexington and that it would take them a while to realize she wasn't there anymore.

At least for now...

A part of her couldn't wait to get back to Harlan County...To the cabin where Tim's waiting for her. The slight blush creeping on her cheeks makes her hide behind her hat a bit more than needed. Her hands disappearing into the pockets of her trousers while leaning against the wall of the cabin. Yes, Bobbie felt hunted, on the run and scared. But she also felt joy...Something she hadn't felt for a long time and the moment Tim took her into his arms again, Bobbie had felt the warm glow spreading inside her again.

A feeling only he could conjure up inside her.

Unfortunately, Bobbie still had this shit to handle and didn't want Tim to join her. If by any means someone caught them together, he'd be in jail for conspiracy. And she couldn't let that happen. At least for now, Gutterson was benched. And had to wait there. Silently hoping he'd listen. Even only once. Bobbie knew the chance of him waiting patiently was small. So she better be back in Harlan by tomorrow evening or he'll drive his truck to Washington.

The metro comes to a stop and Bobbie swiftly gets up and leaves the underground. Her hands still in her pockets, face down when passing cameras while her mind keeps lingering on Tim. They still had a lot to talk about but at least it seemed to be going into the right direction. Before she left, they both promised each other to talk more. Bobbie knew she wasn't good in that department. Sharing feelings and all. Neither was Tim. But Bobbie would try. She'd try anything to never lose him again.

The compound came into view and she stands still. If google maps was right, there should be a bar close by. Turning around, Bobbie sees the 'Roxy' and goes in. Ordering a beer before going into the bathroom stalls with her small backpack. Quickly changing in an oil greased jumpsuit with the name of the compound on it.

It was easy to come by. She Bobbie had to scout around the compound only once and found one of the overalls in the garbage. She fixed the hole on the back and now it looked as good as new. Well...not quite new but it'll have to do. If Bobbie stuck to her plan, she'll be out of there within the first hour.

Security wasn't an issue here. The police cars were picked up by the technicians and dropped off at the Police Stations again by the same men. There wasn't one agent on the ground would will make her work so much easier. In and out...that was the plan and she will stick to it. No one would get hurt ; not the people working there nor she. Bobbie wasn't even wearing a gun or any weapon.

Getting in was simple. She just walked through the front door and into the garage. Greeting people as if she knew them since ages. Humans were easy to manipulate. Bobbie learned that in the wars she served and used this to her advantage in this particular situation.

If she pretended to know them all by name and just ask how their evening was, they'd answer her and greet her back. With the small hint of confusion passing over their features. Trying to bring up a memory that would trigger the memory of her name. Usually, people were too afraid to ask who she was. Because, Bobbie obviously knew them.

In this particular case, Bobbie still wore her hat low and avoided eye contact as much as she could. If only one of them recognized her face, she'd be back in federal prison by the time Tim Gutterson had his dinner in Harlan tonight. So, she moved fast. Looking around the all the files of all the cars that needed maintenance until she found the car she was looking for.

A grin on her face and a silent thank you to Raylan Givens for giving her the information, Bobbie took the paper out of the map that she needed and grabbed the right set of keys. Entering the large garage, a few clicks made her know the police car she was looking for was way in the back. Knowing that she needed to drive it to the garage next to this one, Bobbie didn't waste time to get behind the wheel and start the engine up.

Once she got out, almost everything went wrong... Another mechanic almost drove against her, making his step out in fury and yelling at her. The man was supposed to be first in there and Bobbie gritted her teeth. She had no clue the cars were on a time schedule for maintenance. This was a problem.

One she needed to get out of the way right now.

Stepping out of the car, leaving the door open and tipping her hat with her thumb towards the angry mechanic. "Yow, dude," trying to hide her Southern accent, "listen, this one needs to go first man. I mean, its what Alex said you know. I thought he told you!"

The man shook his head and scratched his hair. "No, he didn't. BUt if he said so...go first."

"Thanks, man. Appreciate it. Next time, I'll take one of your late ones so you can go home early."

"That's fine," the mechanic replied, squinting his eyes to look at Bobbie better. She took that as a sign that is was time to go.

Stepping into the car and waving goodbye before parking it. There were two other cars and mechanics working on them, so she had some time before someone figured out there was a car missing or that guy from seconds ago would go to Alex, the head of the company.

Bobbie quickly raised the car so she could look underneath. It was also a perfect moment to keep her face hidden while under the vehicle and think. If the youtube films were correct, the car should've been parked behind the stage of the President. A little to the left from the flags. The bullet came from the North East...Meaning it would've hit the car on the...

A voice startled her and she kept still for a moment. Waiting for the people to pass her by before rolling from under the car again.

The bullet must've hit the car on the right after hitting the Ukraine President. Scanning the right side of the vehicle, using eyes and hands, Bobbie didn't find anything that looked like a bullet hole or even one that've been covered up. No matter how many times she played the video on her mind, Bobbie was sure it would've hit the right side of the car. It was known the bullet went missing after hitting the President. It had to be here!

Staring at the right back tyre for a few moments, Bobbie almost smacked her own head for her stupidity. The one place she didn't look was behind the tyre. Maybe the bullet settled itself between the tyre and the chassis. Stretching her arm so she can easily touch the chassis behind the wheel.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Glancing over her shoulder while her fingers keeps exploring the chassis. "Me? Sandra! Don't you remember me? Jees man, we even went out for drinks two weeks ago."

"I don't drink! What are you doing?"

The voice came closer and at the exact moment that Bobbie started to panic, her fingers grab something that's sticking out of the back of the wheel. A smirk crosses her face when the bullet easily lets loose and she swiftly runs out of the garage. The mechanic behind her was slower to his feet.

"Hey stop! Where you going?"

"Sorry, chap," she yelled back, "need to be home before dinner! I promised."