Morgan and Prentiss step out of the car and look up at the chaos around the prison. Morgan parked the SUV alongside the road on the way up to the prison. The excessive cars and police officers filing in, out, and around the massive, destroyed building make it difficult for the pair to think.
"Alright so they break out, and run away from the prison. What's their first move?" Morgan thinks aloud.
"Well first off they look like prisoners." Prentiss walks along the sidewalk to find a boarded-window below a local clothing store sign. She points to it, "I bet we can guess who broke that window."
"Alright, they get clothes so they don't stick out to the general public. But now they have no money, no resources, no allies…"
"I wouldn't be too sure about all of that. Elizabeth had more followers and allies than we originally thought; I'm sure he has more than we know about now."
"They are probably hiding out with some of His allies now. Stocking up on weapons and whatever else they might need. We'd have to search the entire city—every nook and cranny to find them. We don't have that kind of man power right now," Morgan says aloud.
"Maybe we won't need to…" Prentiss says as she looks out at the horizon where she presumes they went.
"What are you thinking, Emily?"
"They've already escaped, we can't stop that. And now they're wherever with whomever somewhere in this large general area. We may not be able to track where they are now, but we can probably narrow down where they're going to go."
"They're going to want to get to Riley and Wren. Let's work under the assumption they know about their foster home; I'm sure they wouldn't have broken out just to run around in circles looking for them. We need to get back and set up agents to scout out their home. Maybe even places they would go often, like school. They might think to follow them home one day and take them from the street."
As Morgan and Prentiss walk back to their vehicle, Morgan speaks up, "They're really just gone with the wind here. There's no way to trace them. Sure they most likely stole clothes so they could blend in, but that just makes them even more difficult to find out in the general population."
The pair reaches the car and climb in as Prentiss responds, "And sure they will most likely go get weapons, but it's not like they're going to walk into a gun store and purchase one legally. The only way we'd be able to track their purchases. They're probably going to get them from some black market connection. It would take days to track down any weapon exchanges and then even longer to find the one involving these two."
"Which we could send out feelers, but is it worth the time and effort? I think staking out their foster home should be the next step. I wouldn't doubt that they know where it is. That's gotta be where they look first." Morgan pulls the car away from the curb. "Let's head there now, who knows when they would get there. We can call to get a shift rotation going once we get there, and make a call to get access to any security cameras at or around their schools. Maybe set up a surveillance detail, but I don't know if we have enough man power."
"I just hope we haven't missed them."
"Where are we even going?" An exasperated voice echoes around the brick walls.
"Just shut up and follow me. I know where I'm going." A quiet but stern voice returns.
"We've been running and hiding all day since you stopped at that library to send that email. I just want to stop and relax somewhere for longer than 5 minutes," the first man whines.
"We can relax when Riley is dead." Elizabeth turns to his partner. "I thought you wanted this as much as I do. Do you not want to rip the life from your worthless son?"
"Hey! Don't ever doubt how much I want this too. I want nothing more than to slit that little shit's throat. And that girl. Don't get me started on that girl."
"Okay then shut up and trust me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me before?"
"No…sir." He responds timidly, ashamed he spoke up in the first place.
"Good, that's what I thought. Now we need to find a discreet payphone. I need to make some calls." He glances both ways before crossing the street. "And remember, Mr. Hill. Riley is mine."
His companion nods as they move two more blocks to find a payphone along an alleyway. Elizabeth steps in, leaving the door open so that Mr. Hill can stand in the entryway. Taking down his hood with one hand, he digs in his pants pockets to retrieve the change he picked from a homeless man hours before.
Dialing the number, the other side picks up on the second ring. "Ricky's Gun Shop, how can I help you?"
"Ricky. Remember that favor you owe me? I'm ready to collect." He uses his smooth, calm voice as he continues with a more patient conversation than most. "I need weapons ASAP. I need two knives. Make 'em big. Make 'em scary. But not too be we can't use them, you got me? And I need a gun. Nothing too fancy. Maybe short to mid range. You got what I'm looking for?"
"Yes, sir. I can have that ready for you within the hour. Where would you like to meet?"
"Under the overpass at 12th and Lemongrass. I'll make sure no one else is around. Wouldn't want to hurt your business."
"Thank you, sir. Happy to be of assistance to you any time."
Elizabeth hangs up the phone and turns to Mr. Hill, "I figured you would be alright with just the knife."
"It's perfect! Thank you, God, thank you!"
"I knew that was your weapon of choice, Hill, I just didn't know you were so enamored by it. I like a good knife myself. Gets the job done and gets you close while doing it. I like that. We are more alike than we originally planned."
"Why the gun then, sir?"
"For reassurance. I never go somewhere without a contingency plan." He turns back to the phone. "Now that we have what we need to complete the mission, let's find our targets."
He picks it up and dials a familiar number. A timid, "Hello?" comes through the other side after a couple rings.
"What have you got for me, Doc?"
"Oh h-hi, sir. I don't…I don't really know if…"
"Spit it out, doctor! Did you find out where she's going or not?"
"Well she didn't…didn't really say…"
"Useless! That's it. Kiss your fraudulent, good-for-nothing career good-bye. I'm gonna—"
"Wait! Wait! She had two agents with her. When they were leaving, the one answered the phone and said something like 'Sand Creek Cabin' and '35'. Maybe they're at a place like a cabin off of Rt. 35. It's a major road northwest of the city."
"Find it. You're in charge of getting us there. You pick us up under the overpass of 12th and Lemongrass tomorrow at 6 pm. You better find them." His voice a cold, stern command.
"Ye-yes, sir. Understood. I'll be there."
"Yes, you will." Elizabeth hangs up and turns to leave the booth. "Come along, Hill. We have a man to meet about some weapons." Elizabeth puts his hood up to cover his bright blonde hair as the two return to the shadows, slinking toward the east side of the city. "It's not far from here. We'll claim some space, get the stuff, and camp out until tomorrow."
"Why can't we go tonight?" Mr. Hill presses with a hint of a whine.
"Because they're all on high alert tonight. They're expecting us. It's still fresh in their minds that we're out here. But tomorrow, after a good night's rest, they'll be settled, getting into their new routine. They'll feel safe; like they've won. And the agents will slowly be giving of hopes of finding us. Running out of ideas of where we'd be hiding. When they're at their lowest and feel like they've hit a dead-end, that's when we strike. Tomorrow night. The night that Riley Walker dies."
