Over the course of the next week, Agent Christopher Cage settled down into a routine, which is something he honestly didn't do enough. Not that it was a bad thing, not having a routine. Routines could get you killed, if somebody had watched your patterns and studied you long enough. However, that was not the case with Cage.

In the dead of night, Cage or Kelso would sneak to the other's room. Originally, they had thought that their one night fling was just that – a one night fling. But after the following day, and a brush with death on both of their parts, they both sat down and decided that it was better to stick through this whole ordeal together.

Whatever it took, they were going to do their best to stay alive for each other.

Cage's men had begun to take notice of certain changes in their fearless leader. It first started whenever they noticed him smiling one morning. Ferrer, never one to miss so much as a mouse breaking wind, thought at first that he had been hallucinating, or still dreaming. But soon Revots and Price also took note of their leader's odd behavior; Christopher Cage was never known to smile in the mornings.

What hinted at the cause of said smile was Cage's subtle reaction that all three men saw whenever Agent Kelso walked in and passed by Cage, playfully bumping shoulders with the man. Cage had taken quick note that he was being observed and turned to look at the three men of his who were looking at him. "What are y'all looking at? Do I have something in my hair?"

The group chuckled, with Price saying, "Nothing sir. We just find it funny that you're smiling on a Monday morning. Hell will freeze over next." They all laughed at that, as Hell had practically already been set loose upon the world. Then they stopped laughing, realizing that they were stuck in the Hell that was now their modern world.

Now it was a regular Monday morning; the smile was no longer existent, and there was work that needed to be done; in this case, more Hyenas, True Sons, or Outcasts that were going to breathe their last that particular day.

Agent Kelso had taken to checking in on control points and the other two settlements while she was outside of the Base of Operations. However, it was on one particular Sunday afternoon while she was flanking around a Hyena patrol that she suddenly had the urge to throw up. Using all of her will power and restraint, Kelso kept her bile from rising, trying not to vomit and thus give away her position.

Oh how she failed at that.

After only 30 seconds of restraint, Kelso couldn't contain it anymore, and threw up what she had had for breakfast that morning. One of the patrolling Hyenas said, "What the fuck was that? Somebody hurlin' or some shit?" They then began looking around, trying to discover the source of the noise. She then coughed up some more of her previous meal, and a Hyena spotted her instantly.

"Shit! It's a Division Agent! Kill her!" They all lifted their guns simultaneously towards Kelso's direction. She only had the D50 that was her go-to pistol, and she had her AK-M. She emptied her clip into three of the four Hyenas, and brought her gun around just in time to shoot the fourth, only to hear the click of an empty magazine. The Hyena came charging at her, shock baton raised, and was partially clipped by Kelso's rifle, which she had thrown at her assailant.

Relying on her pistol to save her now, Kelso drew out her D50, then blew three apple sized holes into the chest of the last Hyena patrol member. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was withholding, Kelso pushed herself back up onto her feet, only to end up nearly collapsing and having to take a knee so that she could throw up again. Well, so much for breakfast that morning.

When it was sunset and Alani Kelso had not yet returned, Christopher Cage had begun to worry. It was not like her to not be back before sundown. She was a very particular woman, and was rather punctual with her schedules, whenever they were made out. She was supposed to have been back hours ago.

"I'm heading out there," Cage informed Manny Ortega. "Slow down Agent, Kelso is more than capable of handling herself, I'm sure she'll be just fine." Cage shook his head in disagreement. "I know that Manny, but I know her, and she's always, and I mean always, back before sundown on a Sunday. Sunday nights are when she stops by the Campus settlement to read a story to that little girl who survived the attack on the Castle settlement. She's finished up by 8:30, then radios in to me to let me know she's on her way back." Cage let out a sigh.

"Manny, it's already 9:30. Let me go out looking for her."

The man finally relented. "Alright Agent. Go on after her. But don't let your emotions get in the way of things." Manny turned to walk away, but Cage grabbed his arm before he could move any further. "She's family to me Manny. Same as the boys on my team."

"Sure it's not more than that?" the comms director challenged, to which the Sheriff replied, "And if it is?" Cage then let go of his arm, then went down the hallway to the gun range.

On the wall was a variety of extravagant weapons, some clearly for show, others dressed quite literally to kill. Looking at them all, and deciding that he was going to be heading into some rather dangerous territory, Cage picked up the trophy rifle that had belonged to the crazy BTSU renegade commander, codenamed "Wyvern". The rifle with the word "Nemesis" and the BTSU emblem on the end of it was perfect for night missions. Cage knew that it was going to be a long night out on the town.

He was just wanting to make sure that he had the means to make it back alive with Kelso.

Annnnd that's Chapter 3 everybody! Look forward to our next chapter, as we'll be returning to NYC!