A nurse looked up her magazine as the station she was sitting at. Seeing the trio of men walking past her station, she dropped the magazine.
"Excusez-moi." She spoke.
"Alison?!" the lead man shouted.
"Excusez-moi ..." she repeated.
"Alison!?" the man bellowed again, continuing down the hall.
"Hé ! Vous ne pouvez pas aller ..." the nurse shouted after the trio of men. Knowing she couldn't stop them, she picked up her phone receiver and started to dial for security. As she dialed, a finger jammed the hang up button down.
"Ah wouldn't do that, sweethaht." One of the three men said before following the other two down towards the secured rooms. A guard further down the hall stepped out to block their path.
"Monsieur, s'arrêtent s'il vous plaît." The guard spoke, resting his hand on his weapon. The trio gave no intention of stopping.
"Arrêt ! Maintenant !" the guard warned.
"Tell this asshole I don't speak French." The lead man growled to the man who'd hung up the phone as he shoved by the guard. "Alison!?"
Drawing his weapon, the guard watched as the two other men opened their coated, exposing weapons.
"Don't." one of them warned.

Rubbing her temples, Lady Jaye lay in the hospital bed, wondering what her next move should be. The EMTs at the Eiffel Tower had brought her here to treat her injuries. Now, all she could do was wait. The police wanted to know what had happened, and she had a feeling Interpol would be here soon enough.
"Alison!?"
She sat up, her head jerking towards the sound of her name.
"Alison!?"
"Flint..." she quietly said to herself.
"Alison!"
A smile crossed her face, then disappeared almost as fast. If Flint was here, he knew what happened and the situation was far, far worse...
"Flint! I'm in here!" she shouted, moving to climb out of bed. The door burst open and Flint stepped through.
"Allie?"
"I'm okay." The smiled returned. He stepped towards her, arm out. Running forward, she clung to him, his arms closing around her. "I'm okay..."
Flint held her until she straightened up. "You okay?"
"Yeah." She replied. "My white knight..." He laughed. "He laughs..." a playful punch struck his shoulder.
The doorway darkened, drawing Jaye's attention.
"I've brought a backup team." Flint spoke. "We need to find out what happened."
"Of course." Jaye's game face was in play as she crossed the room to the bed. Flint followed and stood at the foot of the bed as Beach Head and Low Light remained by the door.
"Shockwave? And Cat?" Flint asked once Jaye was settled. As quickly as her eyes softened, they turned as cold as ice.
"They were on the roof. Went after the Headman."
"Headman? That arms dealer tha kid took down?" Beach Head asked.
"That's him."
"Impossible. They buried that guy in solitary at Levinworth." Flint spoke.
"Well it was him." Jaye replied. "I read through Shock's file when you asked me to consider him as a partner. I've seen the pictures of the Headman and that guy was him."
Flint and Beach Head exchanged glances.
"So where is Shockwave?" Flint asked.
"Dead. Both of them." Jaye replied emotionlessly.
"You saw it?"
"No. I was at the base when everything exploded. But they never came down."
"Shit..." Flint muttered, pulling off his beret and running his hand though his hair.
"Police are still identifying bodies. We won't know until then if they bought it." Low Light spoke.
"Flint, get me out of here. I want that bastard." Jaye demanded as she stood.
"Easy...the rest of the team is setting up a temp HQ. We'll get you over there and have Lifeline check you out." He turned to the two men. "Beach, Low Light, get over to the Tower, meet up with Spirit. See what he's found out."
"Will do, Flint." Beach Head replied. Low Light nodded and followed the Ranger out.
"Allie?"
"Yeah?" she replied, brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
"You hungry?"
"Starving."
"There's a little place down the block I think we can go to get some food."
"You rogue." She smiled.