"I'm going to check the windows upstairs again," Alex yelled down.

For the past couple of days, the team had provided the security for Director Weisz.

"I wish Donovan would hurry up and make his move," Jake complained.

"What are you complaining about?" Cody huffed, "You're not the walking decoy."

"If I was the Director's height and build, I would be." Jake stated.

"Can you guys stop the bickering?" Gina exploded, throwing the book she was trying to read for the past hour.

"Sorry," they said in unison.

The tension in the house was so thick and everyone's patience was starting to wear thin. They all knew Donovan could strike at any time.

"Someone turn the radio on?" Monica asked, trying to ease the silence.

Jake leaned over and turned it on. Don McLean's American Pie filled the room. Gina leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
"Why do you keep coming here?" Gina asked, knowing Frank was standing behind her.

After being released from the hospital, she came back to her parents' house. They owned a horse farm in Virginia.

"Glutton for punishment." Donovan replied, sitting down next to her. "So, when are you going to stop moping around and start acting like you're alive?"

"I'm not moping," Gina half-heartedly protested.

Donovan grunted as he stood up and turned the radio on.

A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile

Donovan grabbed Gina's hand and pulled her up. "What are you doing?" she asked, as he put an arm around her waist.

And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

"If I need to explain it to you, then maybe there's no helping you." Donovan stated, slowly dancing Gina across the deck.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
"Let me go," Gina huffed, trying to stop.

"Ssh, less talking, more dancing." Donovan smirked.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So...

Donovan just held Gina in his arms and danced slow to the song.

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Donovan stopped dancing and smiled. "What's wrong?" she asked.

This'll be the day that I die

Suddenly the tempo changed on the song and Donovan started to dance faster to the song. Gina couldn't help but laugh and smile as he twirled her across the deck.

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Again, Donovan stopped and cupped Gina's face in his hands.

Well, I know that you're in love with him

Donovan lowered his head and kissed Gina.

Gina startled everyone in the room when she launched herself out of the chair and turning off the radio.

"Sorry," Gina apologized, "memories."

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Donovan shook his head to make the visions go away. She's his enemy, John said. Donovan raised the night vision goggles back up and looked at the house. He watched Gina storm out of the house. He cursed under his breath. They sent her to stop him.
He knew what had to come next. She had to die too.