Chapter 33

Present Day - Bobbie's POV

When she was a teenager and in her early twenties, Bobbie Lee Swagger wasn't known to show fear. Hell, fear was something she just didn't know. Not even when there was a burglar in their home when she was twelve or when Bobbie turned 23 and was shipped of to Iraq for the first time. Excited, yes. Fear? No.

But when she ran out of the burning house through the trees and heard the gunshots echo through the forest...her heart was beating too fast, her breathing too heavy...Sweat drops formed on her forehead and the pain of her shoulder and hip shot through her body. But it wasn't the pain that caused these symptoms. It was pure fear when Bobbie noticed it wasn't just the cabin that was on fire.

The trees where Tim was supposed to be were blazing. Even from where she was standing, Bobbie could see the thick smoke rising. Her hand was pressing on the painful place on her shoulder. The wound where she was shot was torn open again, making it bleed and feel raw.

Bobbie tried to keep her thoughts together. Tried to find that part of her that survived the wars she'd been sent too but when she hears gunshots behind her, all Bobbie can do is dive into hiding behind a large tree. And to keep low while making sure to put pressure on her shoulder wound.

Leaning her head against the tree, she closed her eyes and tried to take some deep breaths to calm her nerves. To calm the fear that's threatening to take a hold on her. What the hell went wrong?

Previous events

"Tim, you're amazing," the grin widened around her lips hearing his warm chuckle through her burner phone. Making Bobbie feel the butterflies in her stomach all over again. Wishing he was close to her so Bobbie could pull him against her and kiss his lips.

He had contacted her with the answer she so desperately needed. Bobbie didn't know how but Meghan was on board the whole set up. Tim mentioned Raylan had something to do with pulling her over the edge and from there, it'd been one smooth ride.

The surgeon Bobbie mentioned before, agreed as well. It took some convincing because at first he wasn't willing to help a criminal like her. She hated to to it, but Bobbie reminded him at the time she saved his life. If Bobbie hadn't been there in Afghanistan to shoot the man who was planning on killing the army medic, the surgeon would've lost more then just his leg.

So, after some convincing ; he went along with the plan and handed her a fake hip...With another serial number and Bobbie quickly sent it to Gutterson so Meghan could do the rest. From there, it was just a waiting game. All the pieces were moving towards there place.

Bobbie would wait in the abandoned cabin, Gutterson and Raylan would hide on higher ground ; Tim at the Southside with his long gun, Raylan in the East. Meghan agreed to be more involved and made sure the CIA and Homeland got an anonymous tip about Bobbie's whereabouts.

But something went wrong. The end of the plan worked out just fine ; Homeland thought Bobbie died in the explosion. Bobbie made sure it looked real ; cut of a piece of her hair and placed the fake hip where it supposed to be. An explosion this size would mean nothing would be left of her.

The fact that too many came to show up, gun's blazing and ready to kill everything in their paths, made Bobbie now wonder if it was only the CIA and Homeland showing up. Everything about their attack plan felt wrong. So wrong...The armed men were there to kill on view. Not to arrest her. And that was Bobbie's mistake. She thought it would be the government coming after her...

It wasn't.

The men and women who showed up at the cabin weren't wearing any vests of any government instances. They were all dressed in black and trained.

But now Bobbie was hiding. Not knowing if Tim or Raylan made it. Again her heartbeat sped up to a dangerous speed. The thought alone that Tim might be hurt or worse...

"Swagger?"

Her eyes open and Bobbie listens carefully to see if she's recognize the voice that's shouting her name. A frown around her brows formed when her name's called for a second time.

"That son of a bitch," she huffs, pulling herself up and holding on to her long gun. Making sure its loaded and ready to use of Isaac came any closer.

"Swagger, I know you ain't dead," his voice echoed through the forest. Or so it seemed to Bobbie, that he's yelling her name way too loud. No doubt causing other people's attention come her way. One thing she could do without. Not to mention that was sure Isaac was one of the men who was shooting at her just a minute ago.

"Bobbie Lee...I tried to find Tim but didn't see him. Listen, if you want to get out of here, you'll need to trust me."

"Stop yelling my name, idiot!"

She appeared from her hiding place, an angry look on her face and her hand still pressing on her shoulder wound. Her other hand was hanging loosely next to her body while holding her long gun. Bobbie was standing just two metres from him and even though her shoulder was wounded, her rifle was loaded and ready to shoot Johnson on sight. If he made one wrong move, the others would find his body between the low growth of the forest.

"What do you want, Isaac?"

The man had his hands raised, his gun on safety in his holster as if to prove to Bobbie that he was trust worthy. Bobbie frowned, she knew better to trust him. She never trusted people on first sight, let alone the man before her.

"I want to help, Swagger. Everyone is combing out the woods to make sure its you they found...," he paused, "or at least the pieces left of you."

"I don't need your help," the stubbornness clear in her voice and Bobbie already started walking away from him. Knowing that if he decided to draw his gun, she'd be faster to pull the trigger. Bobbie was very much aware she always been the fastest when it came to guns. One thing she wasn't sure of was if she could handle herself in hand to hand combat with Isaac should that happen.

"I can help you, Swagger. Stop being stubborn. You'll never get out of these woods alive without me."

Silence lingered between them, Bobbie stopping in her tracks but not turning back to face Isaac.

"Don't you want to know where Tim is?"

She wanted to curse him, to shout her hate she felt towards her former superior for mentioning her only weakness... Tim... A sigh escaped her lips before turning around, lips pinched together and her hand gripping the rifle so tight her knuckles turned white.

"How the fuck do you know where he is?"

Her voice is filled with suspicion, glaring at Isaac and waiting for his reply. The man pointed to the West where the main road was.

"Saw Raylan and a girl walking towards an off-road car...supporting a wounded man. Who else can it be?"

"Wounded,…" her heart skipped a beat. "But still alive?"

"He looked bad, Swagger," Johnson admits with a nod, "a grenade fell just a few feet from him. It's a surprise he survived."

Her vision turned black for a moment. Bobbie couldn't help her breathing picking up speed and her grip on the gun softened. But she didn't get the time to dwell on those thoughts when voices suddenly came from behind her.

When Isaac grabbed her arm, every fiber in her body told Bobbie to hit him but the face of Tim in her mind made Bobbie hold back. She turned to him while pulling her arm lose. Glaring at him with rage.
"Bring me to the main road and show me where the car was," she whispered, locking eyes with the man before her. "We'll have to find Tim."

"He'll be in a hospital by now. You're dead remember?"

Bobbie growled softly, knowing full well Isaac was right. She couldn't be seen anywhere near any public place. Glancing around, hearing the voices of the men closing in, and Bobbie knew she needed to make a decision on where to go and hide. And that she had to bring Isaac along. Not a doubt in her mind that if she left him here, he'd tell the others in a second that she was still alive.

"Fine, let's go home," she murmured agitated, meaning the cabin of Tim not far from where they were. Hoping the men and women hunting her already went there to check it out.

While walking towards the cabin that she called home, her mind wandered to Tim...Hoping he was okay and that she'd be able to see him soon again. Hoping all this shit would be over soon.