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Chapter 12
Max was thrown against the wall, and was staring into the eyes of one of the guys from the special unit. "Don't try anything, or you, your wife, and your son are dead."
"I don't know what you are talking about." He knew that it wasn't going to work, but he had to at least try the dumb approach, but the agent just pushed him up against the wall harder.
"Don't play dumb with me. We know who you are. You can never escape." Max was struggling but the agent had a tight grip, so there was only one thing to do. Max got his hand free, and used his power to throw the guy across the bathroom. Once free from his grasp he ran out, and closed the door, locking the agent in the bathroom, but melting the lock. Once he knew that the door was securely stuck he booked it for the van.
Michael was standing outside, by the driver's side door. He was waiting for Max to come. To see if he wanted a break, he knew something was wrong when he saw Max running out the door across the parking lot. "GET IN THE VAN! GET IN!" he was yelling while waving his arms. Michael looked at him, and then at two black cars peel up, and start to shoot at Max.
Max was running in a crouched position with his hands over his head, only a few more feet, and he will be at the van. "Max, run, run, run, run." He heard Michael's voice, and looked up to see him holding his arm towards the special unit's cars. Max didn't stop to see what was happening, he heard the explosion, and when he was safely inside the van turned to see two huge balls of fire that used to be cars.
"Max, what happened?" He heard Liz's quiet voice, and turned around to look at her. With a protective arm over Sawyer's car seat, she looked at him concern in her eyes.
"It's ok, we will handle it, just get some rest." Max knew she wasn't going like that answer, but he didn't want to worry her more than necessary. Unfortunately he had married a very stubborn woman.
"Max, you were just being chased, by guys in bad suits and black cars, and they were shooting at you. I am not going to be able to sit back and relax." Her eyes turned from concerned to determined, and he knew there was no point in arguing with her about it.
"A guy from the special unit attacked me in the bathroom. I used my power, and captured him in the bathroom, and then melted the lock, but they know where we are now." He looked at Isabel, her eyes were wide, and it looked like she was soaking in all the information.
"What now Max?" she asked. "Do we still go to Roswell? Or do we go hiding again?" Liz whipped around and stared at Isabel.
"What do you mean do we go into hiding? We aren't just talking about our lives here Isabel. We are talking about my son and my parents. I think we need to go to Roswell, and fight." Liz had that tone of determination in her voice, and Max couldn't help but smile a little.
"Ok, but who is going to watch Sawyer?" Liz looked down at her sleep boy, and she suddenly knew how Tess was able to give up Zan. The love she felt for him was more than life its self, and if giving up her life meant to save him. Then she wouldn't have it any other way.
"I know what to do with Sawyer." She knew that there was one person, other than her parents and the group she was hiding with, that she would trust her son with.
Max listened to Liz talk with the rest of them, and he wondered what Liz had meant about knowing what to do with Sawyer. He hoped that it wasn't something ridiculous, because he was not going to lose another son. "Max, what are we going to do?" Michael asked from the driver's seat, never taking his eyes off of the road.
"I don't know." Max answered, hanging his head down low. He felt so defeated, and he didn't like the feeling.
Michael turned to look at him, he looked so sad. He knew Max always tried to put too much on his shoulders, never letting anybody else help him carry all of his burdens, but that was just how Max was. "Max, we need." Michael cut short when he looked in his review mirror, and saw two motorcycles coming up on them quick. "Shit" he yelled.
Maria turned to look out the back window, to see what Michael was upset about. When she saw the two motorcycles gaining on them quick she turned around quickly, and hollered up at Michael. "Hurry!"
"What do you think I am doing! Trying to get us caught!" Michael yelled from the front seat, and swerved in the other lane to pass a car. Michael swerved the car back, and drove off the side of the road into the desert.
"What are you doing?" Isabel yelled from the backseat.
"I'm fighting." Michael said, and floored it out into the middle of nowhere.
The motorcycle followed, and once Michael had them right where he wanted them, he slammed on the breaks, and made a hard right. He hoped out of the van and held his hand up them, as a bright light appeared. The motorcyclists started swerving all over, and eventually fell off, with their motorcycles still going. With a little help from Michael's power he sent the motorcycles over a nearby cliff, and got back in the van to drive off, but he wasn't quick enough. Almost as soon as he got in he heard a gun go off, and the van fall to one side, as they shot the two drivers side tires.
"Was this all part of the plan?" Max said in an angry voice, as he got out and hid on the opposite side of the van as the motorcyclists. Michael followed him.
"It worked in the movies." Max turned to glare at him.
"In case you haven't noticed, this is not the movies." He raised one arm, and pointed out to the desert, as if trying to prove a point. Michael shrugged his shoulders, and walked out from behind the van and raised his arms towards the cyclists. It didn't take him long before he disarmed them, and got rid of the guns completely.
"See, no problem." Michael said with a boyish grin. Max raised one eyebrow, and was about to make a comment, but was distracted by the door van opening.
Liz stepped out, with the diaper bag on her shoulder, and the baby safely tucked in her arms. "Liz, what are you doing?" Max asked angrily. "They aren't gone, they are just disarmed. They could still attack."
"I think I can handle it, and I have to go to my parents. We can't waste any more time." Max looked at Michael, and he raised both hands in the air, and shook his head.
"Oh no, there is no talking to her when she is like this." Michael said looking at Liz. Liz looked at Max with a raised eyebrow, as the rest of the group got out of the van.
"She's right, I'm sure the special unit has contact with each other, and they know what you guys did. We don't know how much time we have left for her parents." Jesse said, looking from Max to Michael.
Michael looked at Jesse suspiciously, but he knew he had a point, but the van couldn't be of any use, which meant they had to walk, which was even more of a danger than a van. A bunch of kids walking through the desert, he knew the special unit had it in for them, they had spies everywhere, they would find out. "How exactly are we supposed to get there?" Michael asked crossing her arms.
Jesse opened his mouth, but the answer didn't come from him. "We walk." Max said looking at Michael, with determination in his eyes. "Liz is right. We need to end this so we can move on with our lives." He looked at Liz, and she looked at him with loving eyes, and leaned into him, their son safely between them.
"Alright, well then, we need to start now if we are going." Maria said, breaking the silence. Michael looked at her and held his arm out. Maria without hesitation walked into his strong embrace.
"What about them?" Kyle asked pointing to where the guys were knocked out on the other side of the van.
"We get rid of them." Max said leaving Liz's side to walk around the van. He had his hand up and was ready for whatever.
"Max, wait." Liz called out. He turned around and looked at her with a confused look on his face. She ran up to him and handed him Sawyer. He took him confused of what she was about to do. She put the diaper bag on the ground and walked around the van.
Max called out to her, but it was no use. She had already made up her mind. "Maxwell, stop your crazy wife before she gets us all killed." Michael said, starting to run around the van.
"No," Max answered in a stern voice. "I think she needs to do this." He looked at the sleeping baby in his arms, and he couldn't even think of leaving another son. Right then he made a promise to himself. No matter what happened, they would not have his son. They were going to fight, and they were going to win.