Ellison had pulled his old bulletproof vest out of the closet. It was a souvenir from his time in the FBI. He ran his hand over it for a brief moment as he allowed his thoughts to turn to the memories he had made while in the Bureau. Ellison pulled the vest on over his shirt and strapped it until it was comfortable over his shirt. Moving quickly, Ellison moved to the makeshift gun cabinet that Sarah had built behind a large dresser. The wall had been hollowed out and two shotguns and an AR-15. Ellison picked up the AR and an ammo box that held a dozen chips for the weapon. He wasn't sure how Sarah had gotten her hands on so much hardware but he wasn't going to complain today about it.

"Mr. Ellison," Lauren said quickly. "Let me come with you. You are going to need some help."

He shook his head and went to the back door. "No. Someone needs to stay with Savannah and your sister. If we are killed, you need to find John. He is going to need help. I've written down some instructions and left it with Cameron's body. If we are not back in two days, assume we are dead. Take everything out of this house. Take Cameron's body, the Turk, all of it. Then blow the house and run. Do you understand me?"

Lauren nodded her head. "Good luck, James."

"Don't worry. We'll be fine. Just say a prayer for us."

Closing the door behind him, Ellison walked up the the SUV and drove off to help Sarah.