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Chapter 11

Frankie was going over all the clues from the recent cases when Colonel Atkins walked into the room. "You were right, Frankie." Colonel Atkins folded his hands behind his back and gave a slight smile. "We dismantled the bomb in the snack truck before it blew the whole school to the ground."

Frankie nodded and controlled the urge to beam proudly. "I'm glad, Sir."

The Colonel sighed, "I just wish we could have prevented the attack on Agent Kilmer, he'd be a real help to me about now."

"I'm flattered, Colonel."

Both Frankie and Colonel Atkins looked up with startled expressions to see where the voice had come from. At that exact moment, John Kilmer was walking through the office door on a pair of metal crutches. He looked tired, but at least he was getting around.

"John!" A wide smile appeared on Frankie's face. "How'd you get here?"

Kilmer grinned slightly, glad to see he had been missed. "Someone from the hospital agreed to drive me over here. The let me out today."

Colonel Atkins couldn't keep a smile from forming on his solemn face as he looked at John's crutches curiously. "Why are you on crutches, Kilmer? If I recall, nothing happened to your legs."

To someone who didn't know Colonel Atkins, his last comment could have been seen as pushy or skeptical…but too his friends, it was just simple curiosity.

"The bullet entered my side from an angle. The point of entry was close to my hip, so they just don't want me to put a lot of wait on it, and they want me to take it easy." John sat down in Jelani's empty swivel chair and leaned against the back of the seat with a weary sigh. "I never realized how far it really is from the main door to this chair."

Frankie laughed and leaned against Jelani's desk.

Frankie's dreams helped the Threat Matrix team prevent three more attacks. One was a bombing in a grocery store, another was a kidnapping, and the third was another sniper along the road.

With John Kilmer back on the team, progress was being made a lot more quickly. No one knew exactly why…maybe his returning to work boosted everyone's confidence and helped them to work a little harder than they had been before.

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Alora stepped out of her car and let her brown eyes scan over the abandoned factory. She wondered how Jamison had been holding up without her for the last couple of days. She pulled her black, leather coat farther around her shoulders as she began to shiver slightly…the air was getting colder by the day, and almost all of the leaves had fallen from the trees. Alora Stari smoothed the creases from her straight black skirt as she walked into the building.

She moved quickly down the dark hallway, but paused when she heard an unfamiliar voice ring out in the distance. She couldn't quite make out what the person was saying, but she knew she had never heard them before. Her gun was slipped silently out of her pocket as she held it in front of her. If there was an unfamiliar person in here…they could be dangerous. She gripped her gun tightly and kept it pointing in front of her as she walked along the silent hallway. The only sounds that could be heard were the unfamiliar voice and the heels of her black shoes clicking against the cement flooring. The shadows seemed to be a bit deeper and more menacing as she moved briskly along.

And then she felt it...the cold metal being pressed against the back of her neck. She obediently dropped her gun and whirled around to face her captor. A black mask covered most of the man's head, but it was the eyes staring back at her that frightened her more than the gun. They were icy blue and filled with more anger than she had ever known them to be.

"Jamison?" Alora sighed with relief and began to pull away from him, but she stopped when he pressed his gun harder against her neck. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief as she looked up at him, figuring this was just a joke…but those blue eyes continued to glare down at her.

"You traitor." The boldness of Jamison's voice caused Alora to jump. "How could you turn on us now when you've been with us for so long?"

A confused expression overtook her features. "I've never betrayed you!"

His eyes flashed angrily. "Don't lie to me, Alora. You gave away all of our attacks! You told them about the children…and about the sniper." He rolled his eyes with exasperation. "How could you turn Derek in? I know he's an amateur kid…but he would have improved…now all his get is a wasted life in prison."

Alora spoke angrily. "And that's exactly what you're going to get if you don't quit pointing that gun at me."

She attempted to move casually away from him but he struck her, causing her to collapse to the floor. He laughed coldly as she pressed the cold palm of her hand to her throbbing cheek. "You're a fool for betraying us! We helped you avenge his death…and now you're starting to turn us in."

"I have not turned any of you in!" Alora's voice remained strong, but inside she was beginning to get worried…she had never seen Jamison so angry.

Jamison lashed out with his foot, letting it come into contact with her side. "Then perhaps you can explain to me how the police knew of our every move. None of us told them...you were the only one that had contact with them. It had to be you. Our entire organization…all that we've built here together…was almost ruined because of you. You've grown weak."

Alora cried out in pain as his foot his hard against her side, cracking two of her ribs. "You're the one who has grown weak, Jamison!"

The man rolled his cold, blue eyes but kept his gun trained on Alora, lest she should find a moment to counter attack. "Stand up." When she didn't respond to his order he grabbed her fiercely by the arm and pulled her into a standing position. "Walk." He pressed his gun hard against her spine and steered her along until they reached the office area.

The two walked inside, and Jamison was greeted by Allison who only gave Alora an angry glance. Allison pulled a set of handcuffs from her back pocket and slapped them onto Alora's wrists, which were now being pinned behind her back.

"Take her." Jamison ordered Allison.

Allison nodded silently and pulled her own gun out of her belt, keeping it pointed at Alora's head as she lead her into an empty office. Allison shoved Alora into her chair, causing her to whimper in pain as she landed with a thud.

"Allison…why…are you doing this?" Alora asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Shut up!" Allison yelled as she sat down at a computer, keeping her gun pointed straight at Alora's heart.

Alora bit her lip, trying to think of some way out of this. For some reason she wasn't coming up with very many ideas.

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John Kilmer limped into the main headquarters, finally being able to get around a little without the help of his crutches. Frankie glanced up from what she had been doing. "Can I help you?" He seemed to be looking for someone.

"Yeah." John nodded. "Where's Alora…I need her to get a few things up on the computer for me."

Frankie raised a brow. "Why don't you just ask Jelani?" She asked suspiciously.

John sighed. "Jelani went out about an hour ago to run a few errands."

She nodded once before she shrugged. "Come to think of it…I haven't seen her around all morning. She never reported in."

Mo walked around from the other side of the desk and cast John a worried glance. "Yeah…I haven't seen her since she left last night."

John's heart skipped a beat. "This isn't good." He could have just assumed that Alora had decided to take a day off, or sleep in late…but given the current terrorist situation, he didn't think that was the case.

Frankie's brows creased as she thought through John's words. "If you're suggesting she was kidnapped or…" She left her sentence hanging. "How would we have any idea where to start looking?"

John raised his arms and let them fall back against his sides (gentler on the left side). "I don't know. Mo, start looking for anything that could lead us to Alora." He paused. "Call Jelani up and tell him to get back here. When he gets here, tell him to a more detailed search and profile and Miss Allison Solis. I think she might give us more clues as to where to start searching."

Frankie and Mo nodded, but Frankie looked back up curiously. "Where are you going?"

John raised a defiant brow, knowing that she would object to his next statement. "I'm going out to look for her."

Frankie stood up to protest. "But John! New York City is a gigantic city! It would take you too long to search the whole thing." But before she finished her statements, John was already out the door. She sighed and absentmindedly fell back into her chair. She shook her head and spun around to face her computer…where would she start? She could hear Mo talking to Jelani on the phone on the other side of the desk separator.