Randy's eyes widened as they came into contact with John's face. A rush of relief coursed through his body before it quickly turned to fear. He lifted his body off the bed as much as he was able to with Nathan still hovering above him.

"John,"

Nathan quickly shook off his shock and braved movement despite having the barrel of gun pressing into his skull. His hand clamped around Randy's neck and forced the younger man back down to the bed as he turned slightly to smirk at John.

"Don't move a pretty little muscle, baby. Big, bad Johnny won't do anything to me and we can soon continue what we were doing."

Randy gasped as Nathan tightened the fingers around his neck and desperately tried to suck in some air. John held the gun steady to Nathan's head, his eyes never leaving the older man's.

"Big, bad Johnny is gonna put a bullet in your fucking head. Get off him…now."

Nathan sighed and slowly bent to place a kiss on Randy's now trembling lips. He heard John growl deep in his chest and the gun cock behind his ear.

"Fine. Don't let me have any fun, Johnny boy. Just move back a little and I'll get off our boy here."

Randy's eyes teared from the lack of oxygen and his rising concern for John. John locked eyes with him momentarily, silently pleading with him to hold on. His eyes quickly shifted back to Nathan's smirking face as he took a step back but kept the gun cocked and ready to go.

"I moved. Get the fuck off him."

Nathan slowly released his hold on Randy's neck, the younger man gasping in relief and inhaling deep gulps of air. His hands reached up to soothe the aching muscles and his eyes closed tightly from the pain. He felt Nathan begin to shift down his body and stop. Randy's eyes opened tentatively and widened as he saw Nathan's hand slide down into his jean pocket.

"John, he's got a…" Randy could barely croak out the warning before Nathan's hand came down across his face, causing a bolt of pain to travel across his skin. Randy's nose began to gush blood and his hand came up to protect his face from further injury. Through his half open eyes he saw the silver gun in Nathan's hand, droplets of his blood on the shiny barrel. Nathan smiled down at him and aimed the gun right at face.

"My beautiful baby brother's face all covered in blood. Blame John for this, handsome."

Nathan turned to meet John's panicked eyes, the gun still in his hand wavering ever so slightly. "So, John, what are we gonna do? I got your boy here looking down the shaft of my gun. Unless you want me to pull the trigger I suggest you lower your gun. Since you're not gonna let me have any fun with him, I really have no problem with killing him now."

John stared at him, meeting the cold gaze straight on. "I'll kill you before you have the chance to pull anything."

Nathan raised an eyebrow and turned his attention back towards Randy. "Really? Think you have a faster trigger finger than I do? Wanna put Randy's life on the line as you try and prove it?"

Randy wiped frantically at the blood seeping from his nose with one hand and raised the other towards Nathan. "Nate, please. Don't do this. We can work something out, OK."

Nathan smiled down at him and shook his head. In a flash he grabbed at Randy's hands and trapped them under his knees. "My poor baby. I'm sorry but the time for working stuff out was before your dumbass boyfriend here showed up with a gun. He ruined everything, baby."

He cocked his head slightly towards John. "I know all about you, Johnny boy. You're weak; guilt ridden over how you killed your Daddy. You don't have the balls to do it again. You couldn't kill me despite how hard you're telling yourself you can."

John scoffed and shook his head. "Wrong, Nate. For hurting Randy, I could easily kill you and not lose an ounce of sleep about it. It's something I should have done way earlier, anyway."

Randy panted softly on the bed, quietly listening to the exchange between the two men. Every feature on his face was throbbing in pain and his hands were starting to go numb from the pressure of Nathan's weight on them. He tried to think of a way to get the gun away from Nathan but was scared a sudden move from him would set Nathan and the gun off.

"Nate, please. This is between you and me, OK. John is just trying to defend me. I'll tell him to go just don't do anything stupid, please."

Nathan held the gun steady, his lips curving into a smile. "You're such a good boyfriend, Randy. Defending John and willing to give up your life for him. Funny how I never got that kind of devotion from you."

"That's because I'm not a rapist who ruined his life," snarled John.

Nathan laughed softly and ran the long barrel of the weapon across Randy's face, smearing it with blood. "On the contrary, John, I think I made his life much better. You should be thanking me. If I hadn't shown Randy here the pleasures of being with a man, you and him may never have gotten together."

John scoffed loudly. "I should be thanking you? I should fucking be thanking you? You ruined his childhood! The only thing I will be doing is putting a bullet in your fucking head!"

Nathan's smile dropped and his expression hardened. His blue eyes, so much like Randy's, went ice cold and all emotion was erased from them. He turned his gaze back to meet Randy's frightened gaze and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"You have never loved me. You chose strangers over your own brother and built a family with them. All I ever did was try to make you happy."

Randy took short, shallow breaths, every one of them making him see stars. "Nathan, you may have thought you were showing me love and making me happy but you weren't. You were hurting me. I was scared of you. I never wanted to be around you because I was so scared of what you would do to me. I mean, look at us now. Over twenty years later and you're still hurting me, Nate."

Nathan pressed the gun onto Randy's forehead making him frown against the cold metal. "But John doesn't hurt you? You actually love him?"

Randy closed his eyes tightly and sighed. "Yes, I do. Nate, please. Just get the hell out of here and we won't do anything to you. We'll let you leave and swear not to go after you."

Nathan eyes remained cold and fixated on his younger brother. "Is that so, John? You would just let me walk out of that door and get away with what I did to your beloved boy here?"

John clenched his teeth tightly. "Get the fuck off him and I'll do anything you say. We just want you to get the hell out of our lives."

Nathan smiled and slowly pulled the gun away from Randy's skin. "Come around me and drop the gun on the bed, John."

John took a deep breath, his eyes moving to look at Randy's bloodied face. He slowly walked around the side of the bed, locking his eyes with Nathan's. The hand holding the gun trembled slightly as he lowered it, finally placing the weapon besides Nathan's knee. Nathan watched him, a small smirk on his face. He motioned with the gun he held for John to move away from the bed.

"Back up, dumbass."

John swallowed back the retort he so desperately wanted to shoot out of his mouth and took some steps backwards, holding his hands up in surrender fashion. "I'm backed up. Get off him and get the hell out of here."

Nathan held the glare he was shooting at John for what seemed like hours until he finally moved. He reached for John's gun and slid it into his back pocket and crawled down Randy's body. The younger man breathed a sigh of relief and immediately started to flex his fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them. John watched him out the corner of his eye, wanting nothing more than to be able to kill Nathan for what he had done to the man he loved.

"On the bed, dumbass."

Nathan pointed to it with the gun as he lifted his body up to stand. John slowly walked over to where Randy lay and locked eyes with him. Randy nodded towards him, his eyes moist. John crossed over to him in two steps and collapsed onto the bed, pulling him into his arms.

"I'll get you out of here soon, baby," he whispered, rubbing his hands up and down Randy's back.

Randy nodded against John's shoulder, careful not to let his broken nose come into contact with it.

Nathan stood at the foot of the bed and shook his head. He glared at the couple in each other's arms and his hold tightened on his gun. "You two make me sick. You think the world revolves around you and you can just go around changing it to suit what you want." He laughed and shook his head. "If people only knew who you really are; what you have done. You think you're so much better than I am when you're exactly the same. There's no reason for me to let either of you walk out here; to not destroy your lives like you've destroyed mine."

"Don't compare us to you, you son of a bitch. We're nothing like you!"

Randy grabbed John's arm and shook it, trying to stop him from speaking. "Stop, John, please. Just let him talk so he can get out of here."

John took one look at Randy's pained expression and sighed. "Are you really sure about this, Ran? We're just gonna let him walk out of here and get away with what he did to you…"

Randy shook his head. "I don't care. I just want us to get out of here in one piece, John."

"Well, that still remains to be seen, boys. I didn't actually agree to walk out of here without causing a little more damage. I wasn't exactly done with Randy before you walked in, John boy. I could just take you out and continue my fun." Nathan laughed loudly and John glared at him, slowly lifting himself off the bed.

"Slow down there, big guy. Don't even attempt to come at me." Nathan took a step towards the bed and raised his gun higher in the air. "You two like to act tough and play with guns? You're both pathetic. You have no idea what you're fucking doing!"

He laughed loudly. "You all work on emotion. You can't put it aside and just do it and move on. The fact is, though, pulling that trigger is the easy thing. Living with what you've done is the hard part and it's obvious you two can't do that."

Randy and John remained silent, watching as Nathan began to pace.

"You morons are not fit to do this so I definitely hope it's not gonna become a second career. You have some talent in the fact that you're good at covering your tracks. You've been able to get away with a lot, I'll give you that. You don't always use your brains, though. I mean, look at the situation you find yourself in now."

John breathed a deep sigh. "We find ourselves in this situation because you have been inflicted into our lives again. The people in that jail must have been insane to let you free."

Nathan shook his head. "No, they just saw the good, honest, helpful Nathan who read the bible everyday and always offered help to the newbie's. You see, I'm good at my job. I have honed my acting skills. I'm so good at it, in fact, that I managed to get all you morons." He smiled and continued walking up and down area at the foot of the bed.

"Cody was the easy one to fall into my trap. All I had to do was threaten his beloved friends and that hot nurse he's dating. He didn't question anything I told him. Frankly, it was too easy. Once I had him it was just a matter of time before his darling Randy would come and rescue him. Then where there's Randy, there's John...but the best part, not to mention my favorite times, were definitely with Ted. Poor, desperate Ted just looking for a friend. He bought everything I told him."

"You're such an asshole, Nathan." Randy shook his head, his hand gripping John's arm tightly. He could feel the fury coursing through John and knew he was quickly running out of patience.

"No, what I am is smart. I managed to fool all of you just by putting the idea of revealing who you all truly are. I managed to convince all of you morons that I had friends helping me and proof of all the crimes you committed." Nathan stopped speaking long enough to laugh loudly. "God, you're all stupid! You all fell for my lies. What friends could I have if I spent the bulk of my life in jail? I have no one. Ted was the only one I had and he gave me all I need. Did you all think I wrote all your crimes in a letter and put it in an envelope that I left with my lawyer and told him to open only in the event of my death like in some shitty movie? No, Ted told me how paranoid you all were and let me know how easy it would be to fool all of you...and he was right. I'm gonna be able to do whatever I want to you two and get away from it because no one knows where you are and even if they find this place, I'll be long gone."

John pulled his arm from Randy's grasp and stood up in one swift motion. "You son of a bitch! I won't let you get away with shit!"

Randy quickly scrambled off the bed after John, grabbing at him frantically. "John, don't, please! He's just talking shit. Please, just let it go!"

John shook his head and pushed Randy away from him. "No, I'm gonna finish him! It's something that should have been done a long time ago!"

Randy stumbled from the force of John's shove and landed on the edge of the bed. John lunged at Nathan's, reaching for the hand that held the gun and lifting it in the air. Nathan fought back, pushing at John and trying to free his hand. Randy sat up off the ratty mattress, his eyes widening.

"John, don't!"

He took a step forward, aiming to break the fists flying between the two men when a loud shot rang through the air.

Cody sighed as he stared outside the large living room window. The guard looked over at him as he walked past. He nodded and Cody and continued on his rounds. Cody nodded back and turned his eyes up to the sky, watching as the sun began to peek through. A smile curved his lips when he felt Will wrap his arms around him from behind, allowing him to press his face into the hollow of Cody's neck, kissing him there softly and slowly.

"What can I do, Cody?"

Cody shook his head and smiled. "You're doing it. Just be here with me."

"Always, if you'll let me."

Cody sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned into Will's embrace. "Don't promise things you shouldn't, Will."

Will turned Cody over in his arms and frowned down at him. "What are you talking about? I'm not planning on letting you go. If that happens, it'll be your choice, Cody."

Cody shook his head and stepped out of Will's arms, walking slowly back over to the sofa. "Will, how much of this can you really take and accept? I mean, you're here now because some nutcase threatened your life! You can't be OK with that. This can't be the life you want."

Will shrugged. "Well, I don't think this is gonna be a constant, is it? You said this was it, Cody."

Cody nodded. "And I mean it. I can't do this anymore. I can't live with the guilt of taking one life and then dealing with helping Randy overcome his guilt over what he did to Marshall." He groaned and lowered his head to his hands. "God, this is gonna kill him. Just knowing that he killed an innocent man is gonna destroy him. I don't even know how I can help him."

Will rubbed Cody's back, already aware of the story Nathan had told Cody about Marshall's innocence. "He didn't know what he was doing, baby. Randy tried to help you because he loves you. It was Nathan who did wrong, baby. He deceived you all."

Cody nodded and remained silent. He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow towards Will. "Aren't you just thrilled you met me? I have bought so much drama to your life."

Will laughed and threw an arm around Cody's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Well, at least my life isn't boring."

Cody stared at him and smiled slowly. "I'm nothing like you thought I was when you first approached me that day in the car, am I? You probably thought I was a normal guy who was just unlucky and caught a disease. You never would've imagined all the drama in my life. Sometimes I think I'm the most selfish person. I should've never started dating you. I'm such a mess; I should never have bought anyone into my life."

"Stop it." Will's face hardened and he gripped Cody tightly. "We've been through this. Haven't I shown, just by being here, that I don't care what you did in the past, Cody? All I care about is the future we can build together. I don't know how much time I have left on this Earth, Cody. I do know that I want to spend it with you, though."

"I don't want to get my hopes up about anything, Will. Until Randy and John walk in through that door and I know Nathan is out of our lives, I won't be able to rest. I just need time to see how this all plays out. For all I know, Nathan told someone what we did and I'm like hours away from being arrested!" Cody rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I don't think so. I'm sure John will do whatever he has to do. Nate won't be able to hurt any of you anymore." Will pressed a kiss to Cody's head and smiled down at him.

Cody laughed softly. "You do realize what you're saying, don't you, Will? You know exactly how John is going to take care of Nate, don't you?"

Will sighed. "Yes, but we don't have to say the words. Let's just call this one the last hurrah and it will be forgotten, too. Just concentrate on tomorrow, baby. By tomorrow, this will all be over and we'll be free to start our lives together."

Cody looked up at Will, a small smile on his face. "What should we do first?"

Will wrinkled his head as he thought. "Well, I figure you have to go back to work so I thought I would change my shifts around and do some overnighters so I can have the same days you have off. We can go to Pin Oak Creek and rent a cabin and just spend those 3 days in bed. I don't think I can wait much longer to get you in a bed."

"Oh, is that so?" Cody's smile slowly widened and his hand moved to Will's thigh. He softly stroked the jean covered skin and the older man groaned.

"Yes, it is so, you little tease." Will pulled Cody to him, his soft lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I think we've waited long enough."

"So do I," Cody replied, locking his eyes with Will's. The older man smiled and brushed his free hand over Cody's stomach, dipping under his shirt. "I was so worried about you; about what he would do to you. After you told me what he did to Randy…"

Cody shook his head. "He didn't touch me like that. He talked about it but didn't follow through."

Will smiled slowly, his lips quirking up into an impish little grin. "Thank God. Not just because I didn't want him to hurt you but because I kinda already feel like you're mine."

Cody smirked at him. "Oh I am?"

Will nodded, his fingers sliding under the waistband of Cody's jeans and boxers and curling around his semi-stiff erection. He started up a languid stroke, twisting his wrist just so at the tip. His mouth moved to Cody's throat, sucking on the tan skin, his slow, confident touch enough to leave Cody breathless with shock.

Cody gasped as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through his system. It didn't take very long until he was on the verge of coming, his body strung tight, thighs trembling. There was no stopping it then. His orgasm washed over him in pulsating waves of ecstasy, and Will was there, leaning down to flick his tongue across one of Cody's parted lips, his eyes glinting with satisfaction and more than a hint of mischief.

Cody lay there panting, lids grown heavy in the aftermath for what seemed like hours. Finally, he glanced over, meeting Will's gaze. Cody's stomach clenched at the hunger he saw in his eyes.

Will bit his lower lip, his eyes fixed on Cody's. "I know you don't want to do anything until we know for sure that everyone is safe and everything is OK, but I couldn't help it. I just had to do something to show you how crazy you make me; how much I want you and love you..."

Cody leaned forward, his fingers twining into Will's hair and jerked him closer. Their mouths met, and Will opened for him, welcoming him with a moan as Cody's tongue slid inside. Cody kissed him hard, licking, sucking, and biting. Breathlessly, they pulled away.

"Don't ever apologize for making me feel amazing. I hope to make you feel just as amazing very soon."

Cody smiled and tugged Will close, pressing their bodies so tightly together they could feel each other's every breath. They kissed that way, deep and slow, hands exploring, touching, stroking, until sleep overtook them both.

A loud bang jerked Cody from his deep sleep. He looked around and saw the sun shining brightly outside and heard noise coming from the kitchen. Cody sighed when he realized that Sam and Alanna must be awake. He didn't know how he had fallen asleep. Will was no longer beside him so he figured he must be introducing himself to Sam.

Cody stretched his arms over his head and yawned loudly. He stood from the sofa and walked slowly into the bustling kitchen. Sam had her back turned to them as she prepared something on the stove. Alanna sat on the counter, swinging her legs over the edge and Will stood in front of the large counter, whisking something in a bowl.

"Hey, guys. Why did no one wake me?"

Sam turned to look at him and smiled. "Hi, sweetheart. Your wonderful boyfriend here insisted we let you sleep as long as you wanted. We know how stressed you've been lately,"

She walked over to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're OK, sweetie. I also really like this Will guy," she whispered in his ear. "Any word on Randy and John?"

Cody hugged her back and shook his head. "No, not yet. I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait before I do something."

Sam shook her head and pulled away, walking back over to the stove. "All right, pancakes coming up! How many do we want…Will?"

Will frowned before turning to look at Sam with a smile. "I'll take 4. It's been forever I don't have home cooked pancakes!"

"Mommy makes really good breakfast," Alanna smiled at him from where she sat and turned to look at Cody. "Uncle Cody, how many do you want?"

Cody smiled. "I'll take 2, baby."

Alanna nodded and turned to look at her mother while Cody sighed quietly. He hated the fact that daybreak had come and still no word from Randy and John. What he told Sam was true; he didn't know how long he was supposed to wait before he did something. What could he do, though? Call the cops? Go back to Nathan's place? Cody groaned inwardly as different scenarios played through his head. These were the times he hated being the baby of the group; the one always left behind waiting.

"Uncle Cody?"

Cody snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention back to Alanna. "I'm sorry, baby. What did you say?"

"I asked you where my Daddies are. Last night I woke up and Daddy John was here. He said Daddy had left to do something. They had a fight but Daddy John said it was OK and he would fix it. Is that where he went; to fix it?"

Cody smiled and nodded. "Yeah, princess. I'm sure that's what they're doing and they'll be home as soon as they can."

Alanna nodded and turned her attention down to the long hallway. "And Uncle Teddy? We should wake him up for breakfast."

Cody's eyes widened and he quickly stood from his chair. Shit, he had completely forgotten about keeping an eye on Ted. The guards had been told not to let anyone leave but, well, Ted was Ted and he knew how to get out if he wanted.

"Yeah, sweetie. No matter what, I guess we should feed him." Sam shrugged as she glanced at him over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the skillet.

Will frowned when he noticed the expression on Cody's face. He handed the bowl of whisked batter to Sam and walked over to him. "What's wrong?"

Cody looked at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the kitchen and out of the girls' earshot. "We fucking fell asleep last night! We were supposed to be watching Ted!"

He turned to rapidly walk down the hall, Will right on his heels. "Cody, the guards wouldn't let him out, baby. He's probably just sleeping. Don't worry."

Cody ignored Will's comments and burst through Ted's door. His eyes immediately closed in frustration and his body slumped to the ground. "Fucking hell. He's gone!"

Will looked around the room, even checking the bathroom. "I don't understand this. How the hell could he have gotten out?"

Cody shook his head. "Ted could get out of a maximum security prison. The boy has skills, I gotta give him that. Shit, I know Ted! How could I just fall asleep like that?"

"Because you had been through a hugely traumatizing experience and your body needed to recover. It's completely normal, Cody. Do not blame yourself, please." Will grabbed Cody's arms and pulled him up. "This is not your fault."

Cody sighed. "Ted is insane, hates Randy and was working with Nathan all along. He's gone now and there's no doubt in my mind where he went. I fucked up and let my guard down and now my two best friends are probably screwed because of it."

"John!"

Randy scrambled off the bed, throwing himself to the ground where an unconscious John now lay, Nathan's body covering him. Randy pushed the man off his lover, his eyes filling with tears at the amount of blood covering his shirt.

"Johnny, baby, please, wake up!" He shook John's prone body desperately. "John, please! You can't fucking do this!"

Randy's eyes lifted to glare at Ted through blurry eyes. The young man stood at the door of the bedroom, eyes wild and gun raised high in the air.

"Ted! What the fuck have you done?"

Ted snapped out of his haze and shook his head. He lowered the gun, letting it clatter to the ground. "Oh my God. Is…is John OK? I didn't want to hurt him. I wanted to get Nate…only Nate."

Randy shook his head, the tears falling freely down his face now. He turned back to John and placed his hand on his chest. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he felt John's strong heartbeat. Randy lifted John's shirt and saw no bullet wound, making it obvious the blood on him was not his. He cradled his head in his arms and bent to his ear.

"Johnny, please. You're still with me. You just have to open your eyes, baby. Just let me see those beautiful eyes."

"Randy,"

Randy turned to meet Ted's eyes, the younger man walking closer to where he and John lay. "Is he breathing?"

Randy nodded. "He has a heartbeat and he's breathing but he just won't wake up."

Ted bent to touch John's head. "It was the force of the fall. It just knocked him out."

Randy looked around the room. "I have to call an ambulance. I have to get him to a hospital…" He looked over at Ted and frowned. "Why did you do this?"

Ted lowered his eyes. "Because that son of a bitch deserved it. He used me, turned me against everyone and made me lose everything. He didn't deserve to live."

Randy remained quiet, his gaze intently on Ted. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter now. What mattered was getting John some help. He wasn't going to spend time analyzing Ted's motives.

"Ran,"

Randy's eyes widened, his gaze turning from Ted down to John. The older man slowly opened his eyes and shut them, trying to focus on the people surrounding him.

"John! Baby, you're OK. Just try to open your eyes for me."

John groaned, his hand reaching up to touch his head. "What the fuck happened?" His hand slid to his chest and his eyes widened upon feeling the moisture there. "Am I shot?"

Randy grabbed his hand and held it tightly in his. "No, baby. That's not your blood. It's Nathan's."

John turned over, his eyes focusing on Ted. "Ted, what…did you do this?"

Ted slowly nodded. "I'm sorry, John. I told you I was going to make it right, though."

John remained silent and slowly sat up, Randy reaching behind him to hold his back. "John, we have to get to a doctor…"

Randy cut off when the sounds of sirens began to blare in the distance. His panicked eyes turned over to Nathan's body. The man had still not moved and none of the men had bothered to check on him.

"Someone must've called the cops. Randy, you and John have to get out of here."

Randy frowned and looked at Ted questioningly. "What?"

Ted stood, helping Randy get John to his feet. "Clean him up and get to the ER. He most likely has a concussion and your face looks fucked up. Just tell them you guys were in an accident. No one has to know you two were ever here. I'll take care of this."

John sighed, one arm around Randy's shoulder, the other reaching out to grab Ted's hand. "Ted, don't. You've done enough. We can all leave here together…"

Ted shook his head and pushed John's hand away. "I've done enough harm to you all. I've ruined enough. Let me fix this and make this one thing right. Let me do this so you can all start your lives over. I won't let Al lose her fathers."

Randy shook his head. "Ted, I can't do this. I can't let you take the rap for this."

Ted sighed in annoyance as the sirens grew closer. "Just fucking go, both of you! I'm going to end this right now whether you like it or not. If you don't do it for yourselves, do it for Al. She needs you."

Randy looked over at John, his heart and mind full of confusion. Despite what Ted had done, it was hard to let go of the man who had been a friend for so long.

John stared at Ted wordlessly until the younger man nodded and once more ordered them to go. He nodded and tugged at Randy's arm, pulling him towards the door.

Randy kept his arm securely around John. As he passed by Nathan's body, he looked down at the man who was his brother and felt nothing. He could not grieve the death, if it had come to that, of the man who had hurt him and his family so much, despite the same blood that ran through their veins.

The men quickly made their way out of the apartment and down to the garage. Randy scanned the area for security cameras but spotted none, no surprise in the neighborhood the men were in. As quickly as he could, he loaded John into his car and sped off, passing by the two police cruisers that sped towards the building they had just escaped from. Now all there was to do was wait.