Chapter Fourteen

A/N: hmmm…. No reviews? I think I had that coming! But please! All I need is one review! Be cruel! I don't mind… as long as I know that some one is reading! PLEASE!

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"You guys ok!" Weiss looked around to find Sydney and Nadia. They were standing not far from him, their guns still smoking.

Nadia nodded and Sydney looked at the bullet riddled bodies for their assailants. The two men came out of no where and jumped them, it took them a while but these guys were dead.

"My comm. link is broken I think." Sydney said as she pulled a tiny phone from her ear. "The guy must have broken it when he kicked me in the head."

"It's alright, we'll just stick together." Weiss said simply. "You sure you're ok?"

Sydney just waved away his concern, then she remembered Marshall's voice in her ear as the fight broke out.

"what now?" Nadia asked. "The level is defiantly cleared."

"Weiss contact base ops, tell Marshal that we're ok and that we're heading down stairs, I have a feeling that's where the action is at." Sydney said as she already headed downstairs.

As Nadia followed her sister she felt that strange sense of foreboding, this is not going to end well at all.

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All that Tracy could do was watch as all her hope faded. Edward, her Eddie, her second chance at life was dead. He was as dead as a nail in her arms, his lips still warm from her kiss goodbye.

She just sat there and stared at his body for what seemed like hours, and weeks. Slowly she began to regain control of her racing mind and felt herself become relatively human again, but not like she was. Without him, she will never be what she was.

Now all she was, was a killer. A mere puppet in her father's sinister plans.

At the thought of her father, Tracy became consumed by aching anger, hate, but mostly guilt. That man took away her humanity, he took away her life, he took away everything.

"Well Turner," She whispered mincingly, in a voice changed with grief and anger. "If it's a murder you wanted… it's a murder you're going to get."

She slowly got up, and placed Edward's lifeless body on the ground. She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead and a little sob shivered through her lips. Tracy put her mouth to Edward's ear.

"I'm so sorry, baby… so sorry." She whispered and got up her tears dampening his cheeks.

In fast sprint Tracy was out of the room. Her hate and anger making her forget her agonizing injuries. The only thought in her mind was her fathers lifeless body, and revenge for Edward.

Edwards death would be avenged if it's the last thing she does.

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Vaughn passed a couple of dead guards on the floor, Jack had clearly been there. He continued to walk down the long hallway when it suddenly split.

He didn't take long time to decide which way he was going to take, and he didn't second think it.

Vaughn decided to take the way that Edward chose. He walked cautiously down the hall way that three of his collogues have passed. The hall way where they lay dead, unconscious, or out for blood.

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Turner watched his old friend laying on the ground, the man that took away his life. The feeling of betrayal was still fresh in his heart. He wouldn't have thought that Jack Bristow would stab him in the back.

"Look at we have don't Jack" he whispered bitterly.

Turner was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of running footsteps, some one was making his way to the cell he was standing in. He stepped into the darkened corner of the room. He blended in perfectly and no one would see him there, all he had to wait and play out his part.

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Tracy was panting from the running. She's looked through every holding room and there was still not a single sign of Turner, and she was beginning to get frustrated. Before she would scream out in anger, she noticed something in the last room.

Tracy slowly walked into the room, her breath still heavy and he heart thumping angrily against her ribcage. There was some one on the ground, and Tracy's heart sank when she saw the person's face.

"Jack?" she whispered in disbelief.

She ran over him and checked for his pulse. He was alive, probably just knocked out. Tracy slowly got up and grabbed what looked like a pipe from the ground. Someone was probably still in the room.

"Who's there!" she demanded "I know you're there Turner! Come on out and let's finish this!"

The only response she got was the cold muzzle of a gun, aimed to the back of her head.

"Drop the pipe, and turn around." A harsh voice said from behind her. "It's all over now."

Tracy gulped, the voice wasn't Turner's. It was some one else.

"You're making a mistake… Michael." Tracy said as she turned to face him.

Vaughn's green eyes met hers, they were wild with anger. How dare she say his name so calmly.

"So you went after Jack too? You little ingrate!" Vaughn shouted as he shoved the gun closer to her.

"I found Jack, Michael, that's all… just like you found me now." Tracy answered coolly.

"No body else could see through you, Tracy but I could." Vaughn's voice wasn't getting any warmer when he spoke. "They just thought I was getting paranoid. But look at you now… standing over Jack with a pipe."

"I didn't do it! I found him like this." Tracy hissed.

"Just like all those dead guards in Vladimir's, right? You never kill for sport, just for self-defense, don't you?" He said bitterly. "well I beg to differ, Maxwell."

"This is a mistake!" Tracy protested.

"No it's not, its correcting a mistake." Vaughn backed away and aimed carefully.

"Don't do something you will regret Michael!"

Vaughn's eyes never diverted from Tracy's. A shot ran out through the room and the sickening smell of burned flesh and fresh blood filled the room.

Tracy's eyes were wide with shock, as she took a shuddering short breath. She touched her stomach and it felt warm and sticky. Crimson blood oozed through her fingers. Tracy looked one last time at Vaughn, with a look of puzzlement on her face, before her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor.

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Alright Chapter fourteen! I know it's short… but the next one is coming right up so bare with me… tell me what you think… please. It'll just take a minute but it'll mean a lot to me.