Title: You Can Never Escape Your Past Spoiler: This story is a continuation of Viva Las Vegas. Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer I have nothing to do with The Agency and receive no compensation

Since Stiles and Terri are now secretly married. I've changed some of the scenes to have it play out a little different. This next part involves an Absolute Bastard.

Chapter 7

Once alone Terri tried to get Stiles to start talking to her. "Well, that was a fun meal." Stiles heard her voice, but wasn't really paying attention. "Did you hear Banga's story about the land mine and the truck full of sheep."

"Yeah." The more distracted he was the more upset Terri was getting. This was the first time she felt like she didn't have his undivided attention when she was talking to him. She was afraid of losing him.

Here goes. Straight forward she thought to herself. "How did you like Mrs. Banga?" She watched him closely for his reaction.

"I don't know." Terri moved closer to Stiles.

"You know her, don't you?" Terri was afraid to hear what Stiles had to say. He just looked at her trying to decide exactly what he was going to say to her. They heard a knock at the door. Terri walked to the door, while Stiles grabbed his gun. "Who is it?" She asked.

A man's voice answered "I have your fruit."

"What fruit?"

"A delivery, Urgent. Please, open the door." Terri opened the door as Stiles positioned himself hidden behind a wall.

"You are one of the Americans?"

"Yes." He was trying to force his way in, and Stiles pulled him in.

"Can you help me?"

"Hold on." Terri told him.

Stiles asked "Who sent the fruit?"

"There is no fruit, I used to work for your people. You, you have to help me get out of this country. Banga is killing us." The man was obviously upset and nervous.

Terri asked him, "What's your name?"

"Demby, Silvester Demby. I used to be in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I gave information to Mr. Thornby. He can tell you; he used to call me Zebra." Terri went to look it up.

Stiles needed to know how he found them. "So why did you come here?"

"I heard Americans were here. One of the desk clerks is my wife's cousin. He told me the room."

Terri walked back in. "You and three family members maximum."

Demby was extremely grateful, "Oh, thank God! When do we go?"

Terri told him "I need to make a passport." Terri turned around a map so he can stand in front of a white poster. "Stand here." They made plans to meet Demby and his family behind the hotel.

When Demby left to get his family Terri tried once again to talk to Stiles. "You never answered my question."

"What question?" Stiles knew what she was talking about, but he didn't know how to tell her about Dacia.

"Mrs. Banga?"

Stiles looked at his watch. "We've really got to go, Demby is going to be waiting for us."

"You can't avoid this forever."

"I'm not avoiding anything." Stiles said as he opened the door and they walked out. Terri didn't say anything else she was going to make him talk to her when they got back to the hotel.

Terri and Stiles walked back there to meet him. They walked up to the car. "Mr. Demby?" Terri called to him. They looked inside and see Demby and his entire family shot to death. Stiles quickly began to scan the area. He was looking for any clues. They quickly headed back to their room. Terri was going to get answers from him now.