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Agent Christopher informed the returned three about what took place at the bunker while they were out on their mission. When she finished regaling them with the story, she asked them about what took place back in 1955.

Lucy quickly went through the details before excusing herself as she headed off to look up James Dean to see what happened after they left.

Wyatt's eyes remained on the bodies in the hallway. "What are you going to do about the bodies?"

Agent Christopher's lips twisted in thought. "I haven't decided yet."

Wyatt's brows drew together as he turned his gaze back to her. "What?"

Her dark eyes flitted over to his. "I have a lot of thinking to do-"

"What's to think about?" Wyatt questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Either we move to a different location and leave them here for Rittenhouse to find or we get them out of here-"

She motioned to him to stop talking. "I understand my options."

Wyatt scoffed, shaking his head. "Why would we stay here if we've been compromised? We should move locations," he paused, glancing about the immediate area. He didn't see Flynn nor Tenley. He added, "And I think we should leave Tenley behind."

"Wait, what?" Rufus gasped as he overheard the suggestion. "You can't be serious!"

Wyatt rolled his eyes slightly as he addressed Rufus. "What other option do we have? She probably told them where we were-"

"That's not fair," Rufus pointed out. "Why would she do that?"

"She lived with Rittenhouse for how long?"

"That doesn't make her a traitor-"

Denise stepped in between them. "We're not leaving anyone behind," she told them. "We still need to figure out what's happened and where this other location is and how secure it is."

"Are you planning on telling Homeland?" Rufus asked.

Denise hesitated. She wasn't sure what to do in regards to that. Rufus shook his head, brushing by her as he saw the doubt behind her eyes. He feared his future self was right - she'd kill them all if she told them. It wasn't the first time they had issues with a mole within Homeland Security.

Rufus marched into his room to find Jiya pacing, chewing on her thumbnail. He tilted his head slightly at her as he entered. "What's going on?"

Jiya turned to face him, dropping her hand away from her face. With a heavy sigh, she said, "I think we should listen to Future You and go to this other location."

Rufus sat down on the edge of their bed. "What makes you believe anything he - I - say?"

Jiya chewed on the inside of her lip before sitting next to him. "I think he's trying to help us…" she paused before whispering, "I think I might not be alive in the future."

"But we've seen you," Rufus told her.

She nodded. "I know but...who knows how far in the future I'm from," she said. "Future You insinuated that I'm not alive in 15 years."

Rufus took hold of her hands, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs. "The future is never set in stone," he told her. "You know this - how many times have we changed history?"

Jiya gave him a half-smile. "I know we don't know how the future will unfold but…" she blew a small sigh from her lips. "If we end up working with Bloodstone in the future, what does that mean for us now?"

Rufus shook his head. "We aren't going to work with them-"

"How do you know that?" she asked. "We're considering using their hidden bunker."

Rufus sighed, letting his head fall. He knew Jiya was right. If they took the offer to use Bloodstone's hidden bunker off-site, they might have no other choice but to help them in the end - a favor for a favor sort of thing. If they stayed where they were, there was no saying how many more invasions Rittenhouse would do on their current location. He knew the risk was great - especially since Rittenhouse timed their assault when most of them were gone.

For the first time in a while, Rufus was afraid of what was coming.

Across the bunker, Lucy entered the infirmary where Tenley and Flynn were. The two glanced over to the door as Lucy entered. Lucy blinked at them. "Sorry," she muttered. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Are you okay?" Tenley asked, noticing the look of determination on her face.

Lucy nodded before motioning to the table. "I was hoping I could use your computer?"

Tenley's eyes darted over to the laptop that sat open on the table. "Sure…"

"Thanks." Lucy sat down, opening the browser. She typed in James Dean into the search engine. Her eyes scanned through the articles that popped up. She opened one randomly, scanning the stories before stopping at the section she had been searching for.

The article spoke about a fight between James Dean and his pit crew technician, Mack, over working conditions. Mack wanted to work less with more pay, and his schedule to be handled personally. James Dean claimed to have denied him all of his requests which led to Mack's nervous breakdown, threatening the actor at gunpoint. James had been cleaning his gun at the time - the one he carried for personal protection against crazed fans - when Mack burst into his trailer, threatening him. James shot him out of self-defense. According to the article, the police did a thorough investigation, resulting in that all was as stated by the actor. They didn't press any further into the matter.

Lucy continued further into the man's life, stopping on the familiar date of September 30th. He had been driving his prized sports car and still died in a car accident. Lucy reread the details, hoping to discover anything different - any small, insignificant detail that might have gone differently. She shook her head, sighing sadly as the hope dissolved from her being. "Nothing changed…"

"What's that?" Flynn asked.

Lucy swallowed, glancing up to meet his gaze. "I don't understand. He didn't even try to fix it-"

"What are you talking about?" Flynn asked.

"James Dean still died in that car crash," Lucy explained. "I told him about it and he chose to let it happen anyways…"

Flynn cocked his head at her. "I thought you said he was Bloodstone?" She nodded and he added, "Maybe he knew this was what had to happen? Maybe he had no other choice."

"I don't believe that," Lucy stated. "We all have a choice."

Flynn watched as Lucy stood up and left the infirmary, head hanging sadly. He turned back to face Tenley. He studied her face as he looked at her. She was deep in thought about something. "Nine? What's wrong?"

Hesitation washed over her. She wasn't sure how much to admit to him but eventually, she sighed. "Am I to blame for this?"

"For what?"

"For the attack here at the bunker?" she asked. "For the fighting between-"

"Hey," Flynn said softly, bringing his hands to her shoulders. "Hey, you're not to blame."

"Are you sure?" she questioned. "Because I get the sense that the tension between all of you is my doing...and the attack here-"

Flynn lowered himself slightly to look her in the eyes, making sure she held his gaze before he continued, "Listen, those men probably knew where we were for a while. An attack like that takes time to organize-"

She stepped back out of his reach. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, motioning toward the door. "We've seen people from the future so many times now that it makes me think these men might have been… I don't know...I…" she sighed, shaking her head in confusion.

Flynn could see the overwhelming emotions taking hold of her. He wanted to tell her for certain that nothing regarding the raid on the bunker was her fault but in truth, he didn't know. The timing would suggest it was a coincidence but he had some doubts too. Seeing her expression was enough for him to realize that she saw through him.

Stepping toward her again, he lifted her chin gently with his fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Whatever happens, I want you to know that it's not your fault, Nine."

She closed her eyes, trying hard to keep her thoughts from burying her into a ball of tears.

He whispered, "We'll figure this out… like we always do." He pulled his hand away from her, adding, "And if it turns out that your friends are responsible for all of this, we'll deal with that when the time comes."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"What if it's me?" she reminded him. "What if I'm the cause of all of the trouble? Shouldn't I be locked away like Wyatt says?"

Flynn gritted his teeth, shaking his head slightly. "Our priority is to get you healthy," he told her. "Let's get your memory back and then we'll figure out what happens after." He studied her for a moment before asking, "Okay?" She nodded slightly and he offered a small smile. "Okay..."

Connor Mason wrapped some fresh ice in a towel before placing it gently on his bruised face. He turned toward Agent Christopher. "What are we going to do about the uh…" he motioned down the hall where the bodies of their attackers were lined up, "morgue?"

Denise blinked at him from her spot on the sofa. She felt the pain in her leg from the shot she took earlier throbbing. "As much as everyone is against it, I need to inform my superiors in Homeland Security."

"And then what?" Mason asked, readjusting his ice.

"I suppose we'll find a new site to hole up in-"

"What about the one Bloodstone offered-"

"Oh," she rolled her eyes, "not you too, Connor-"

Mason lifted a shoulder. "I think we should consider it," he admitted. "After all, they did come to our aid - numerous times, I suspect. Shouldn't we at least consider the possibility that they might be our allies in this?"

"Do you really believe that?" Denise asked, giving him a disbelieving look.

Mason tilted his head slightly. "I think in our current predicament, yes. I do." He walked away, leaving her to ponder his words alone.

That evening while everyone slept, the guards Agent Christopher eventually requested from Homeland Security paced outside of the bunker. Six armed men stood watch at the entrance, keeping a keen eye out for any more intruders. It was quiet - not even a breeze blew through the evening air.

As the guards began to walk through their shift change, one of them crumpled to the ground. The group of five stared at the body, stunned. When a second body fell, the remaining four raised their weapons, realizing they were under attack. None of them managed to spot their attacker. Whoever was out there took them all out, one at a time, bringing the entire force down with ease.

One lone guard crawled toward the door to sound the alarm when a pair of black combat boots stepped up to him. Slamming one foot onto his back, stopping him from moving further, the attacker fired a single round into the back of the man's head.

A small whistle cut through the silent evening, telling the others lying in wait to move into the bunker. One of them stopped by the first, staring down at the man who had been executed. "A little harsh, don't you think, Emma?"

Emma glared at the man. "Don't be soft," she chided him. "It's unbecoming." She motioned with her head for him to continue moving into the bunker, eyes blazing with disapproval as she stared at him.

The man nodded curtly before following the wave of soldiers into the bunker, gun aimed before him. Emma glanced over her shoulder, making sure all of her men had gone ahead of her. She raised her gun and entered in behind them.

Emma's team moved quickly through the bunker, disarming the alarms as a precaution. Three men moved straight through to the spot the Lifeboat sat. The others broke off moving swiftly through the hallways that led deeper into the bunker. Emma stepped into the main living room, staring at the Lifeboat - almost like seeing an old friend. A sly smile grew across her face as she studied the machine.

Emma smirked as she pulled out her cell phone from her pocket. She punched a couple of buttons before bringing it up to her ear. The other end rang a few times before a groggy voice finally answered.

"Good morning, Agent Christopher," Emma said, her smile spreading wider across her face, her tone clearly amused. "Sorry to wake you." Emma started walking through the bunker. "Do you know where I am?" she asked.

She turned a corner and peered into a room. "Well, I hate to be the one to break the news to you but Connor Mason is dead." She could see the man's body still in bed, his covers soaked with fresh blood. Emma's man was in the process of scouring through Mason's things.

She chuckled softly as she moved further into the bunker, stopping at the door to another room. "Oh, you'd be surprised. If it helps, it looks like good ol' Wyatt put up quite the fight...not good enough though." She chuckled into the receiver before saying, "Poor Princess Lucy didn't...not that that's a surprise." Lucy was splayed out on the bed, bleeding out across the covers. Wyatt's body was crumpled in the middle of their room. Emma glanced at her man, seeing him adjusting his gear. She rolled her eyes, knowing Wyatt almost took the guy down.

"Oh, I'm still here," Emma told her. "It won't matter, you know. By the time you get anyone here, it will be too late." She stopped across the hall. "Just like it's too late for Rufus and his little girlfriend." Rufus's body was over Jiya's, protectively so. He took the brunt of the attack.

Emma sighed, turning and heading into the infirmary. She spotted Tenley and Flynn. Flynn managed to take out one of her men before the others had killed him, shooting him through the chest five times. Tenley appeared to have been caught in the crossfire as she slid down the wall, leaving a streak of blood behind in her wake. "No, not even Flynn was a match against our forces. No one survived, Agent Christopher."

She stepped out of the infirmary. Her eyes darted over to a couple of her men speaking in hushed whispers near Rufus's room. Her brows knitted together briefly. "I also wanted to thank you for giving us your time machine. Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."

Without letting Agent Christopher respond, she hung up on her. She looked at the two men standing in the doorway. "Problem?"

The two glanced over at her. One shifted in his place. "She's still alive."

Sighing heavily, she crossed the room, stopping at the door. "Why didn't you just take care of it?" When neither said anything, she rolled her green eyes. "Never mind, I'll do it." She pushed her way into the room. She saw Rufus's body had been pushed slightly off of Jiya.

Jiya was covered in Rufus's blood, suffering from minor wounds. She glanced up at Emma, her dark eyes widening. "Emma…"

"Should have played dead a little longer," Emma told her. "You might have just survived…"

"Please-"

Emma shook her head slightly. "Sorry. You chose the wrong side." She lifted her gun at Jiya and pulled the trigger, striking the girl in the head.

Emma lowered her gun and turned to her men. "Double check that they are all dead. Then finish the task at hand."

"Yes, ma'am."

Emma pushed by them, heading back to the Lifeboat. She climbed into it, three of her men followed her in. She strapped into the pilot's chair and flipped the switches on. She took a deep breath in, reacquainting herself with the old machine. The hatch closed and they disappeared from the bunker.