The sim was hard, but she pushed herself forward quietly. The alley was filled with garbage cans, old cardboard boxes, trash. They hadn't found her yet, and she hadn't found him. All or nothing. Licking her lips she checked the phone was in her pocket, it was. It rang, she answered it.

"Heading towards Kingscross."

"You or them?" She asked, watching the world around her with careful eyes. She checked her gun.

"Them."

"Damnit."

"You going to be ok?"

"They haven't got me yet." The reply wasn't to his liking but it was all he got, the phone closed. All or nothing. Always or never. All, always. She took to her feet, leaping with grace the obstacles in the way. Her target was a fire escape, it would get her onto the roof and from there she could make it to the only exit she knew about. A phone rang as she rounded the bend, she faltered. It wasn't the one she wanted, she told herself firmly, keep going. But the hesitation was still there. Swearing, she lifted the receiver to her ear.

"Thank you Miss…" The voice was snake-like and she dropped her hold on the voice. Taking a deep breath, she sprinted for the ladder, grabbing the bottom rung as bullets littered the air just below her feet. With speed that astounded even herself, she was on the roof, the ladder behind her. A voice she knew made her spin.

"I see we have something that you want this time." The man in the suit smirked, jerking a limp body into view. Her mouth went dry. She could feel the great bruises starting on his body as though they were her own. Nothing, never. Her feet pushed her faster than ever before, away from the man and the still form. If there was anything she learnt, it was that once they had you, there was no coming back. Heart pounding unevenly, she leapt over the gap between the buildings. Something embedded itself in her ankle. It hurt. She landed, stumbled, rolled and tried to push herself forward, back onto her feet so she could make it to the end. But something happened and she was suddenly ungainly. A hand reached out and yanked her behind a chimney, she threw punches, kicks, anything so she could get away, get to her goal.

"Hey, calm down, I got you, they're gone." It was his voice, his face and she wanted everything, always, but only for a moment.

"Let me go you son-of-a-coppertop." She hissed through clenched teeth. 'He can't be here, the Agent has his body, this isn't Apoc,' her mind screamed at her.

"Hey, calm down, we have to get to Burke." She frowned, eyes clouding.

"Why?"

"It moved." An exit never moved. Besides, Tank would have told her.

"Ok." She didn't believe him, but she knew that whatever had gone into her ankle wasn't going to let her get away easily. But she licked her lips, watching him with quiet eyes. If they were going to play hardball, then she could too. Flexing the damaged foot, she found that it didn't hurt as much as before. Carefully, she eased her weight onto it. Not perfect, not even close, but it would have to do. She only had a block to go. Limping quietly in the shadows she wished she didn't like white so much, it made her stick out like a sore thumb. The drainpipe called to her, the phone was right next to it. Casting a glance at the one who couldn't be who she thought, she decided that it was as good a time as any to get out and get away. Focusing all her energy on sliding down the metal cylinder, she leapt over the edge, fingers catching and holding around her target. The phone rang as she landed, trying to put her weight on the undamaged foot. It didn't work and she rolled into the glass, feeling it shatter over her. There was a heavy thud and she looked at the concrete, it had buckled and cracked. Quickly, she tucked herself into a tighter ball to fit through the space where the glass had been, determined to get out. The cool against her skin was welcome as she pressed her escape to her ear. But all she heard was the quiet discharge of the firearm aimed at her.

"I hope you've learnt something…" The sinister voice said as the receiver was shattered at her ear. Pulling out her gun, she leaned against the support and fired rapidly the clips she had at the suited man holding the gun aimed at her. He dodged, as she knew he would. Nothing, never. A smile curved his lips as he raised the gun again at her, her phone rang, she snapped it open.

And opened her eyes.

"That was close, you sure had me scared for a moment there Switch." The Op beamed at her from his seat as his brother removed the jack.

"I'll have a look at your ankle if you like." Big and gentle, good old Dozer.

"No, it's fine." She lied, putting her feet on solid metal, preparing for the telltale stiffness that would prove she hadn't been focused enough. Looking at Tank, she let the question fall easily from her lips.

"Did he make it out?"

"Yup, about five minutes ago." The smile was consoling and she knew that she would have to work harder.

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A/N: This was originally in the first chapter, but I decided it was too much in a chunk, so I separated it. Enjoy!

Danny Barefoot: Thank you for your review, I'm glad you liked it, even if it was originally a bit jumbled. I fixed the full stop thing in the first bit and I think I explained better about Apoc being behind the chimney, I think… Let me know if not :)

Kal Torak: Thanks! I think this story has potential. Please let me know if it's better now that it's a little more segmented. :)