A/N: Hi all, again haven't done one of these in a little while. Just wanted to let you all know that there might be longer breaks now between chapter drops because I'm no longer that far ahead with the story. It's only going to be a couple of chapters before I wrap this up now (I think), but I am working on a sequel for this story where I'll be exploring another part of the Revolution world that I truly love and wish we'd seen even more of in the show. Anyways just wanted to tease that that's potentially coming soon if I can get enough of the story I had in mind to work. I'm also toying around with the idea of giving you my own version of what California would look like, but I'm not too sure anyone wants to see that? Anyways, thank you all for staying on board so far and I hope you're enjoying these last few chapters.

- BASS -

Jumping into action, Bass and Miles shot down the officers closer to them before they even broke out of their cells. Their primary concern was buying Charlie enough of a distraction so not all the attention shifted on her. She was doing well, and Rachel seemed to be doing her best to cover her, firing measured, strategic shots so they could advance.

"Hey Romeo, break out now, drool later?" Miles called out and he snapped back into attention. Focusing on manoeuvring his hand around the bars and using the keys he'd slipped from the guard to open the door. Then he tossed them to Miles when he was already moving forward raising the weapon he'd nicked to start taking shots.

Miles was right behind him and he had to admit he was kind of enjoying it, like he always did of course, the adrenaline of a fight, especially when Miles had his back.

He emptied the clip quickly and tossed the gun aside; he'd need to find where they took Miles' weapons – he wanted his shotgun back. With these thoughts he reached what would have been the waiting area of the Sheriff station. Seeing Charlie walking straight into the line of fire, his heart stopped and he almost forgot he had to also fight his way out. She pulled what seemed to be his sword off the sheath that hang down her leg and tossed it to him. He grabbed it in the air and used the momentum to start slicing through the guards that were closing in on him.

They fell into step the four of them. They'd been through enough to be able to communicate without having to say much if at all during a fight. Even Rachel was a decent shot, but that's to be expected – every respectable Texas broad oughta be. Once they took down their leaders it was easier for the cadets to falter, not having enough experience to make any kind of calls on their own. Rachel stepped out for the part where they had to kill them, some of them definitely still in their late teens.

"You should go too, Charlie."

She cocked her brow at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"You know how it ends. What exactly would you stick around for?"

She shrugged for lack of a better answer but a weight was lifted off him when she stepped out. He'd have his doubts she'd still look at him with her eyes full of wonder like he could walk on water if she'd seen him kill kids, the only thing worse would probably be kittens.

Miles and him made it as quick and humane as possible for the trembling kids. They both knew it had to be done; these kids had probably been mind-controlled out of their damn minds and if they tied them up and someone broke free they'd not only give information about them but also probably track them down the road and end them. So they'd just end them first.

- MILES -

Their movements were coordinated, purposeful. No more showing mercy to kids, he got the message now. The hard way. They lined up the few survivors and snapped their necks like twigs. Couldn't waste a good bullet these days. Once they'd finished them off they looked for the armory where they got their weapons back and then some. The sight of a sniper rifle made Miles break into a rare grin. Bass almost had to do a double take, but knew he shouldn't have been surprised. Miles loved a good MK.

"Just like old times, huh Miles?" Bass grinned back.

Miles' eyes scanned the wall looking for a good weapon for Charlie like he was picking out a Barbie for her from the toy store. Just as did, he remembered her bold entrance earlier.

"Did you fill her in before you sent her out?"

Bass picked up his shorthand quickly. "Nah man, couldn't risk it. Just knew she had it in her."

Guess Bass wasn't the only one picking up shorthand these days. Miles tried to mask his shock at Monroe schooling him about his own daughter, that he trained since she was nothing but a know-it-all with a half-decent aim.

As they made quick work of packing up the weapons and making sure they didn't get too greedy and not taking more than what them or the horses could carry, Miles thought back to prepping with Bass when they made the decision to desert the base after nearly two months of waiting for orders. They'd helped fend off desperate men and women while they begged for help from a government that abandoned them, that very well didn't exist.