A/N: Kai may say she's a bitch in this chapter but that soon changes…

She walked down the street alone. She'd had enough. Despite having to do everything that's wrong she had to admit to something she'd never admitted to herself. It was getting darker and colder. The streets were empty. She shivered. She had finally arrived where she was heading for. She jumped up onto the wall with no effort and sat there, listening. The Blade Breakers were still training. This was an advantage, in a way. She jumped back down and went in casually through the entrance. They were too busy training to notice her.

"Where were you all day?" Tyson suddenly asked her.

"Grounded," she replied quickly without hesitation.

Smooth she thought. But in a way it is true.

"It was me," she suddenly blurted out.

"What?" Tyson asked.

" 'Kim' was me," she confessed. She wanted to say it so she'd never have to say it again. "I know you'll never trust me again, and I'm not supposed to be here…"

"You bitch, I never should have trusted you in the first place," Kai told her angrily.

And what did I just say about him a few minutes ago? She asked herself. She tried to keep calm.

"I didn't do it because I wanted to, I didn't do it because I felt like it," she began. "I was told what I had to do and I was told the consequence if I didn't do it. But even though I know you won't trust me I can give you the cure. Here." She gave it to Kai. "Do with it what you want." She then ran off.

At Rhyla

She walked down the empty corridor and stayed as quite as possible.

"Well, it seems you've let your emotions get in the way of your job," she heard her father say from behind her that made her jump. She didn't turn round or even speak. "Regardless of the consequences you still did what your heart told you. Correct?"

"Yes," she responded quietly.

"And?" he asked.

"And I put myself and my job and Rhyla at risk," she continued.

If only my dad was like every other dad she thought to herself. Nice and kind to his children, not make them suffer for admitting things they can't do anything, not a terrorist… Boy wouldn't that be strange.

"You're on thin ice Hilary," he warned her.

That sounds like something normal dads would say but it doesn't mean the same thing she thought.

"I know," she told him. "I just came back to tell you…" Silence.

"Yes?" he asked. He didn't expect the answer to this at all.

"I quit," she told him confidently, finally turning to face him.

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"You heard me, you may be my father but you're also my boss, and I'm saying to my boss that I quit," she told him, sounding slightly angry.

"Is that so?" he asked, he didn't expect this nor want this. "I trust you know where the door is. Go." She walked away from him, confused by his reaction. "Although, even though you are my daughter," She stopped to hear what he was about to say. He took out a gun and pointed it at her, waiting for her to turn round. "And are of my flesh and blood, you are still as dangerous to this company if you are released." She turned around as he said this.

Well this is something new she thought.

She closed her eyes.

There was a bang.

She awaited pain.

Nothing.

Silence.

She opened her eyes. Her father lay there motionless, the gun in his hand. She looked down at him.

"I wish I could feel sorry for you," she whispered and she ran off, through the doors, and out onto the street.