A/N: Okay so I been slaving away trying move the story forward, fixing the little bugs in it. Right now it's up thirty chapters. Also there's a website for this particular story. The URL is located in my user profile. So go enjoy it. It still needs work, but it's good start. Oh, and for those who think that Sam and Mel are going to meet soon...well I have a couple surprises before that happens.

Happy Reading!

Cateye.

Chapter Seven: Another Brick in the wall.

Blue Cove, DE

Today for most people in the Centre, it was just another day. Another day to work in the bowls of hell. Some deserved this job that never went away, and others were just victims, amongst the countless others in the world. It was and still is a dangerous world to work and live in. Especially for those who knew the truth of what the Centre truly was.

Yet, when Melinda Allison Parker left. She began (what most people who knew the Centre's exploits) a wave that no one saw coming in the slightest. Not even her own team. Who were the closest thing to family she ever had.

Broots and Sydney.

Sydney lost his brother and the precious years with his son Nicholas because of the Centre, while Broots, however, had the life of his daughter threatened off on through out the years. Yet for the grace god, and Jarod's interference...Broots still had his daughter safe and sound. Both Men knew that their time at the Centre was vastly coming to the end. And they knew the moment that the news hit of Ms. Parker's disappearance that it was time to go. It just a matter of time.

The time came on one stormy Sunday night :

Mr. Broots was nervously looking at the window, looking for signs that sweepers were coming, while Debbie slept in her bed upstairs.

For Broots it had been a tough week. Not only was search for Jarod was still in full swing, but now their were hunting his former boss, too. And now he was waiting for the sweepers to do something to both him and Debbie. Great. Just freaking Great--

Suddenly there was a hand over his mouth, and his first instinct was to scream. He tried fighting the strong hand that was covering his mouth, but the person was much too strong for Broots tall skinny frame.

"Broots, I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm not going to release you intill you stop screaming." said the deep masculine voice.

He blinked. okay so maybe this was a sweeper trick, but if this man wanted to kill wouldn't already have? The blind panic was still there, but now he was being hit by a heavy dose of curiousity.

He stopped screaming, and fighting. His limbs went limp. And Broots could hear the man's placid breathing in his ear. And as he thought about it, maybe it was Jarod. He was always there for them when a situations like this arise, but that didn't fit at all. Broots thought back to the man's voice and it was different. More rugged than Jarod's smooth voice.

"Okay, I'm going to let you, but no screaming." ordered the voice. Broots nodded, and he felt the man's hand slip from around his mouth, and his body being propelled free from the stranger's hold. He turned around he saw a tall, muscular man, with dirty blonde hair. He was about three inches taller than Broots himself. And he had a face that could of been easily chiseled from a statue.

"Who are you? And how did you get into my house?"

The man shook his head at Broots. " I don't have time to explain this, but I need you to collect your daughter and pack a few things that you both need. Then we have to leave immediately."

"W...W. Why should I do that?"

" You want out of the Centre?"

" Yes, but--"

" I'm your only way out, curiosity's of Ms. Parker."

" M...Ms. Parker sent you?" asked Broots with wide eyes.

"Yes, but I don't have the time or the luxury to explain it all to you, so please do what I say Mr. Broots."

" Why should I trust you?"

" You shouldn't but either you come with me, or I carry you and you're daughter out. Now Move!" he barked, and Broots couldn't help but flee from the room. The man was right behind him, watching his every move. Either Broots, had to trust this man, or slip into the hold of the Centre with his daughter. He was scared not only for himself, but for the welfare of his daughter. For all he knew could be slipping into a trap, but this man wasn't about to let him out of sight for a minute.

Broots felt a sudden dread crawl over him as he entered his sleeping daughter's room. Either way, this was going to be the end for both father and daughter tonight.

On the other side of town, Dr. Sydney Green got out his car, around eleven that same night. After working late at the Centre. If the week had been hard for Broots, it was double hard for the aging psychiatrist. He hated searching for Jarod, and Ms. Parker. Both to him in his heart where like his own childern. In his soul he had three childern, Ms. Parker, Jarod, and Nicholas. All three he loved, and whom couldn't protect.

He knew that he was part of the problem. He also knew that he did things in the name of science for the wrong reasons. And it will be forever upon his soul. Jacob, tried to change things. Tried to speak out against the wrong doings of the Centre, but the Car accident that left him a vegetable for two decades, which was worse than death in someways. And when his brother died several years ago, he lost part of his soul that day. A part that he could never get back.

He shook himself out his melancholy thoughts as he came up to the front porch, opened the door, and entered the foyer. He sighed to himself at the thought of being back into his empty house, but it was better than being back at the Centre. He instantly thought about the nickname Ms. Parker called the Centre: Hell. And it fit the monstersous corporation perfectly. He shook his head sadly to himself at the thought of her. He hoped that she was happy-

Without warning, a hand went across his mouth. And in that moment he felt a cold panic sweep through him. He closed his eyes. Sydney knew, since the moment that Ms. Parker came up missing that this would happen. They would finally put a end to his ever lasting meddling. He closed his eyes and thought of all the people he loved, and he was about to leave forever...

"Mr. Green?"

Sydney nodded into the man's hand.

"Okay, Mr. Green I'm going to take off my hand, but only if you promise not to scream, okay?"

Sydney nodded again in understanding of the terms. Then suddenly as the hand came across his mouth, it was gone.

Sydney eyes looked around the dimly lit room, and gasped. The man was tall, and lanky. He had bright red hair, and green eyes that he The older man shook his head as he tried to figure out what was going on. Why wasn't he dead? He should be dead right now... Sydney's sharp brain thought about the situation for a moment. This man had ample time for the moment he stepped into the house to grab him and kill him. Something wasn't quite right about this whole debacle. Sydney muster up some strength in his body, and tried to waylaid the fear, before he asked in a deceptively calm voice:

"Now that you know who I am, who are you?"

"That's not important right now. Right now. We have to leave immediately." replied the tall opposing man.

"What?...Why?" Sydney asked, his fore brow crinkled up in confusion.

" Two words... Ms. Parker." replied the male voice.

"Ms.Parker sent you to get me?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, and we don't have much time! What I need you to do is pack a few things that you'll need and come with me."

"Why should I trust you..."

"Because it's either me or the Centre."

Sydney was quite for a moment. Should he go with this man? Or should he take his chances with the Centre. And what about the people who needed him to look for them? He couldn't just leave. He had to look over Angelo.

" Don't worry, Mr. Green. Just get your stuff and we'll go." said the man. Sydney couldn't help but want the way out, but he worried about his son, and about Angelo. If they couldn't' get to him, they would surely go after his family.

" What about my son, and Michelle?"

"They're waiting outside, sir." Sydney's eyes widen in surprise. He shook his head. Maybe this wasn't some Centre trick. Either way he had to find out, if this only to get him and his family way out of the turmoil that the Centre created. He went with his gut and packed few thing. Then left with the man, who hopefully will led him and his family to safe place.

XOXO

JEFFERSON CITY, MO

Later the Next day, Mel, sat out on the porch of her newly rented house and sighed to herself as she watched her son play in the front with another boy that lived next door. She could only smile at the sight of him smashing his play fire engine into a Tonka truck. She loved looking at him, he was constant reminder that something good can come out of even the worst situation. She sighed to herself. They wouldn't be here long. This was just another stop on the way on their summer adventure.

Suddenly, her cellphone rang.

She knew without a doubt who it was. Only one person had the number to her new cell. She closed her eyes in silent prayer, when she answer the phone.

"Is it done?" she asked in her cold professional voice. A voice that even though she hardly had to use since she took this trip, still came in handy.

" It is. Everything went off as plan."

"Good."

" You owe me one, Parker. "

" I know, but thanks."

"Anytime. Take care of yourself, and watch your six."

" I always do." She ended the call, and got up from her seat on the porch, and went to her son. He looked up at her with is blue eyes that were so much look her's that it was like looking into a mirror. And she picked up into her arms and held him tight. Her family was now safe, ready to start their new lives with their new identities. Now Mel was free to let the past go, with no regrets, but save one. Jarod.

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