Clara had to admit that Sara had a very good disapproving face. If Sara and Michael ever had children then they would fear for their life if they ever did wrong. Clara had been sat awake late at night, the Vegas crew arriving back in the SUV. Lincoln was the first one out, followed by Sara who looked to Clara.

She was resting against Alex's side as he sat up, his arm over the back of the sofa. Clara had her head on his shoulder as her legs stretched out on the red material. Alex's glasses were perched on his nose as he tried not to focus on Clara's weight, her back pressed to his side. He was finding that rather difficult to do, but he was doing his best.

She had come to sit next to him, not bothering to ask if she could rest against his side. Instead she had just done it and began to read the folder on her uncle. Alex had asked her if she wanted to be doing that, but she had nodded her head, telling him that she could handle it. He had nodded then and gone back to his own folders.

Sara had glowered at Clara as soon as she saw her peer over in her direction. "I thought that I told you to take things steady?" she asked of Clara.

"Did Michael grass on me?" Clara wondered.

"Guilty," Michael said, sipping on his coffee and peering at them over the rim of it.

"How do you feel now?" Sara wondered.

"Fine," she said, "just tired."

"And we have bigger things to worry about," Lincoln said, turning to glower at Roland as the kid shrugged his shoulders and looked down, his expression sheepish as Michael stepped towards his brother.

"What happened?" Michael worried.

"That machine Roland built helped him to win at every slot machine in Vegas," Sucre said, glaring at Roland as he walked around him and then wandered up towards the kitchen.

"And it got confiscated," Lincoln concluded.

"You're kidding me," Bellick said. "You stupid asshole."

"I know!" Roland snapped, holding his hands up. "I know I messed up, okay? I can build another one…we'll be fine…we'll get the card."

"Did you get the one back in Vegas?" Michael demanded, exhaustion taking hold of him as he pinched bridge of his nose and looked down, moving his hand over his forehead once more.

"Yeah," Lincoln said. "So we've only got one left to find…one from the General."

"You say that like it is simple," Alex declared with a scoff, shutting the folder he had been reading before Clara sat up straight and let him move from the sofa as she looked back to the folder in her fingertips. "I mean, the man works in a fortress, has a private bodyguard around him all of the time."

"There's only one person who could get close to him," Clara said and they all turned to look at her.

While at one time there would have been only Alex who instantly said no to that plan, this time there were multiple voices, including Michael, Lincoln and Sara. Lincoln was the one to speak first however.

"There is no chance he would let you leave with his card," Lincoln said. "We both know that he's going to be keeping it on him at all times. The only chance we can get it is if we force it from him."

"And how do we do that?" Alex wondered back. "Getting to him is going to be near impossible."

"We think on it," Michael said. "Look, it's been a long day for all of us and it's late. We should get some rest."

Everyone muttered their agreements with that and dispersed upstairs. Alex remained stood where he was, not heading up towards bed as Clara looked to the sofa, knowing that would be her place. There were no spare bunks upstairs and Sara had the boat. Not that Clara minded the sofa. It happened to be rather plush and comfortable.

"You going to be alright?" Alex asked of her.

"Yeah," she said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just that the couch isn't all that comfy, is it?"

"It's not bad," Clara said. "I mean, I could do with a pillow and a blanket, but I shouldn't be picky."

"You can have one of mine," Alex told her, "and there's a spare blanket upstairs."

Clara was about to protest, but she didn't get a chance. He was already going upstairs, taking two stairs at a time. He came back down with a pillow under his arm and a blanket in his fingertips. Passing them over to her, she chucked them down, thanking Alex before bidding him goodnight.

She laid down and tugged the blanket over her, but she knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep. Instead she found herself moving outside of the warehouse, the moonlight streaming down as she heard the faint noise of traffic in the distance. She said nothing, sitting down on her usual crate and peering out over the water, the moonlight glimmering over it.

It took a moment before she let out a breath and considered her meeting with Lisa earlier. Perhaps her cousin had been telling the truth and she didn't know what had happened to her. Of course, she knew now and she still worked for The Company. But that didn't mean that she knew everything Lisa did. Then again, Lisa didn't do anything except for say how sorry she was.

It was too much for Clara, bracing her hands against her thighs, she leant forwards and knew that was it. If she thought that she had been alone before then she knew she was alone now. Her family weren't who she thought they were. They had taken her mom and dad from her too. They had taken them and now Clara had nothing.

She had no one except for Alex. That was her only saving grace right now. Alex was the only person she could count on and who she actually cared for. He was the only person and she didn't know how she felt about it. She almost didn't notice him behind her except for his footsteps.

"I thought that you'd gone to bed?" she said when he had perched on the crate above hers, his legs dangling down beside her.

"I went to the bathroom and when I walked past I noticed you had gone. I thought I'd make sure you were alright," he explained and Clara nodded.

"I just struggle to sleep," she informed him. "And I was thinking about Lisa…and how…I don't know."

"Not who you thought she was, huh?" Alex said.

"Not one little bit," Clara said, "and even though I…I knew she worked for them…a part of me thought that she might not know about what they did to me, but I don't know…she says she didn't know but she didn't even bother to condone what he did, not really. She just looked shocked."

"Maybe she did know?"

"I don't want to believe that," Clara responded and Alex shrugged his shoulders as Clara pulled herself to sit on the same crate as he was, her shoulder bumping against his as she closed her eyes and Alex saw her yawn.

"You're tired," he said.

"Yeah, but if I go to sleep I'll either wake up screaming the building down or shock myself awake," she said to him.

"You're still having nightmares?" he wondered from her.

"They got worse," she informed him, "well, they were always bad, but since New Mexico and the torture, they've been worse. I try not to sleep…but at home no one can hear me."

"So what?" Alex wondered. "You're just not going to sleep?"

"I'll try to," Clara responded. "You're so pushy, you know?"

He chuckled. "I've heard," he said to her in a low voice. "I think it's a trait I won't be able to get rid of now."

She chuckled at hearing that before she said nothing further and closed her eyes. He moved then, daring to wrap his arm over her shoulders as she moved closer to him, her head going to rest on his shoulder as she shut her eyes.

"I just want revenge on him," Clara said, "for everything that he has done."

"We'll get it," Alex said to her. "Both of us will have it. Wyatt…the General…we'll see them fall. We both know that we can do it and once we do then all of this will be over."

"But he still killed my parents," Clara whispered, "just like he killed your son. He took the people we love and we…we can't get them back."

"I can't think like that," Alex whispered. "If I think like that then I won't be able to keep going because every time I think of never seeing my son again…never seeing his face…it ruins me. It makes me just want to cry. All I can concentrate on is avenging him."

"I know," Clara said in a whisper. "You…losing a child…it's impossible."

Alex shook his head. "You don't understand until it happens to you."

"It did."

Her statement took him off guard. He gulped once, looking down to her as he kept his fingers on her shoulder tightly. She said nothing for a second and Alex didn't push her, even though she could sense that he was intrigued to know what she was talking about. Closing her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders before speaking, her voice a whisper.

"Tom and I had been dating a year," she whispered, "when I found out that I was pregnant. I carried for six months and…it was a miscarriage. It was a lot of years ago, but it was the only time I was pregnant. It was an accident really. Still…when we found out we started planning. We had all these ideas…a nursery…making sure everything was baby proof…foolish really."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I would have made a terrible mom," Clara whispered. "And Tom…Christ, can you imagine him as a father? I don't want to. I don't want to think about it. Would he have been different if we had the baby? Would it have worked?"

"You'd have left him," Alex said confidently, "and you would have made a brilliant mother."

"Alex, I can barely look after myself," Clara responded. "But I sometimes think about how I would have loved that baby beyond belief. I would have done anything…just like you would do for your son."

"I'm sorry," Alex said to her.

"So am I," Clara replied, "about a lot of things."

"Yeah," Alex muttered, moving to rest his chin on top of her head. "We all are, but I never knew about you…"

"Not many people did," Clara said. "I don't exactly go around broadcasting it. I try not to think of it too much, but I'll never forget. That baby was a part of me…and I went through a stage where I thought that it was my fault, even though the doctors told me it was natural and there was nothing I could do."

"They were right," he responded to her. "These things happen."

"That still doesn't stop you from blaming yourself, does it?" Clara wondered from me. "I mean, look at everything we've been through. You keep blaming yourself for what has happened to me and I blame myself for putting you in this spot by going to look for Shales. We all blame ourselves for something, even if it isn't our fault."

Alex could concur with that. Instead all he could do was offer her silent support, moving his other arm across his body, his fingers going to hold onto hers. He heard her let out a low chuckle before she turned to glance up towards him.

"Still want to be involved with a screw up like me?" she asked of him.

"You're not a screw up," Alex responded, "but…yeah…I'm still interested."

Clara nodded. "Thank you," she whispered. "Right now you're the only thing close to a…well…you're the only thing I've got. Sorry if that sounds intense."

"It makes sense," Alex promised her. "I just don't know you have kept going…after everything…"

"What's the alternative?" Clara wondered of him. "I just quit on everything? I go back to Chicago and I sit in that new apartment of mine and just exist? Go to work and pretend none of this has happened?"

Alex shrugged. "Doesn't sound too bad," Alex replied and she let out a low chuckle.

"Perhaps not," she mused, "but I can't do that. Too much has happened to turn back around now and I owe it to my parents. Just like you owe it to your son."

"Yeah," Alex agreed with that. They were quiet for a few moments before he spoke again. "Come on, we should go back in before it gets too cold and you catch a cold."

"Always so concerned over me, Mr. Mahone," Clara teased him, trying to lighten the tone before she lost her mind. Uncurling herself from his grip, she stood up and hopped down off the crates before she felt Alex take hold of her hand, looking down to her.

"Of course, Miss. Reynolds," he responded. "What would I do without your dry wit and sense of humour?"

"Oh the boredom," she said, her voice melodramatic as she swung their hands and Alex lifted it into the air, moving her arm over her body as he draped his arm over her shoulders. She felt content for a moment as they stepped back into the warehouse and went silent.

"I'll see you in the morning then," she whispered to him as they came to the stairs up to the bunks, but Alex shook his head.

"I'm staying down here," Alex told her. "In case you wake up in the middle of the night."

"Seriously," Clara said, "I'll be fine. Go to bed."

"No can do," Alex said, releasing her from his grip and going to sit on one of the sofas as Clara took the other one. "Besides, I can be as stubborn as you when I need to be."

"I don't doubt it," Clara mumbled, grabbing the blanket and dragging it over her body.

Alex went to lay on his back, arms folded over his chest as he closed his eyes and tried to let sleep come over him.

…

Clara awoke the following morning, unsure of what had happened as her neck ached and she struggled to sit up. It took a moment before she realised that she wasn't on a pillow, but her head was on Alex's shoulder while he sat up, silently reading with his glasses on his face.

"How long have I been out?" Clara mumbled. "And why are you here?"

"Good morning to you too," Alex muttered. "You woke up around two a.m., shouting for someone to get off you. I tried to wake you and it didn't work…well…it did a bit. I shook you but you were groggy."

"What did I do?" Clara wondered.

"Nothing really," Alex said. "I just sat with you until you fell back asleep."

"And stayed?" she asked.

"Well…it's not all that bad," Alex mumbled to her. "Anyway, everyone is upstairs having breakfast. I think they might have a plan about how to get the final card from Krantz."

"We should go and join," Clara muttered, even though she felt as though she could use another hour's sleep.

Moving to her feet, she placed her arms over her head, stretching and yawning before picking the blanket up, draping it over her shoulders as she felt the chill of the early morning. Alex rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and placed the folder he had been reading under his arm as they climbed the steps.

"Morning," Clara mumbled to the group as they joined them around the table.

"What did we miss?" Alex asked, his question more direct.

"Lincoln came up with a plan," Michael said. "We ram a car into the general's limo and we get the card. An ambulance will be nearby to pick him up and inject him with morphine. He's not going to remember anything come morning. We'll get away with the card and then that's it. We're done."

"And how dangerous is this?" Clara was the one to ask. "If he travels with a bodyguard then they're not going to let you near him."

"That's why we need to monitor how he gets to work," Sucre declared.

"So we could do with your help," Bellick said and all eyes turned to her. "You know where he lives, right?"

"Yeah," Clara said. "I can give you the address. What are you going to do? Tail him to work?"

"For a couple of days," Michael said, "in case he decides to vary the route. We need to know exactly where he is going to be and when he is going to be there."

"Well, I can tell you that he is a man of method," Clara said, holding the blanket closer to her as she huddled into it. "My Uncle…he…Krantz…he doesn't do things randomly. He never has done. He plans everything to within an inch of its life. I don't think he'll alter his route to work, although if he knows you're after him then he might try to act more spontaneous."

"And that is why we observe him," Michael said, grabbing his forehead for a moment before continuing. "We need Self to help us get the ambulance. We'll find a car from the scrapyard. Bellick and Sucre are going to tail him this morning."

"I'll write down the address," Clara said. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Here," Sara said, sliding over her notebook and pen. Clara scribbled down the address, tearing the page out and handing it across to Bellick.

"Right, Linc and I are going to head out and meet Self to find an ambulance. Sucre is going to pick up a car from the scrapyard for us to crash into after he's followed the General."

"What do you want me to do?" Alex wondered.

"We need you to wait outside where he works and let us know if he comes and goes throughout the day," Michael said.

"I'll go with you then," Clara said.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Alex wondered of her.

"If we're just lurking in the distance then I'll be fine," Clara said. "Besides, it isn't just me who he wants but all of you. This is bigger than me."

…

"He's not going to come out that building," Clara said as they sat in the SUV across the street from the building The Company operated from. "We've got him on the ropes. I'd imagine he's planning how to get rid of us."

"But what if he finds out we're after Scylla?" Alex wondered. "I mean, if we do somehow manage to steal his card then he's going to know it was us, right? What if he tries to move Scylla?"

"I know," Clara admitted to him. "The only thing we can hope for is that he decides not to do anything or doesn't know the card is gone until we've cracked in."

"Considering they haven't started work at GATE I'd say we need to get moving," Alex muttered. "Anyway, I think it is safe to report back that Krantz isn't going anywhere during the day, unless he has some meetings we don't know about tomorrow."

"I didn't look that far ahead in his diary when I did my digging," Clara mumbled. "Listen, what I told you last night…about the miscarriage…I…I haven't told anyone else, really. I know I can trust you to keep it quiet, but I don't want it to change anything between us. I don't want you to look at me differently or…whatever…I know how people can be. Ever since Theresa died everyone at work treaded on eggshells around me, even months after she had gone. It…it just got infuriating to be around."

Nodding at her, Alex looked away from the building for a second. She searched his gaze before whispering.

"I think that's why I like you," she admitted, "you don't look at me with pity…treat me like I'm different…weak…"

"Clara, you're anything but weak," Alex assured her. "After everything you've gone through, I'd say you're one of the strongest person I know. I mean…you're still here and going. You've got nothing to worry about, to me you're just…just you."

She gave him a grateful smile then. "Thanks," she said.

"Anytime," he responded, going back to looking out the window, but he move his hand into the gap between them and took hold of her hand, holding onto it as Clara let her fingers wrap inside of his.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence for a while, just staring at the building and wondering if anything was going to happen. There was nothing. It was all quiet and peaceful. Clara leaned back in her seat, still clasping onto Alex's hand before she saw her leave the building. Rolling her eyes, Clara tried not to look too disgusted at the sight of her.

"Do you think that they're up to something?" Clara wondered. "I mean, Lisa has her suitcase with her again. I wonder where she's going to this time."

"I don't know," Alex admitted to her. "All I know is that we can't trust any of them. Your cousin though…do you think she could be the weak link? I mean; I know she's never going to be your favourite person, but yesterday when you were yelling at her she did look genuinely upset."

Clara shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It's not like I trust her."

"Not that I blame you," Alex responded.

"Besides, she would never turn against her dad, no matter how much of a bastard he is," Alex let himself chuckle at hearing that, nodding his head before Clara checked the clock. They had been there for hours.

"Nothing is going to happen," she said. "He'll leave work in an hour and go home the usual way. We should head back to the base and tell the others."

"Yeah," Alex agreed with that.

…

Looking to the ambulance, Clara walked past it, impressed that they had actually managed to get their hands on one. Alex was already a few paces in front, telling the others that nothing had happened and that the plan should be ready to go the following day. Michael had nodded while Clara had looked off into the distance, noticing Roland in the corner on his laptop. But he wasn't working. Instead he had his hands holding his head, his greasy hair between his fingertips.

"What's going on with him?" Clara whispered to Bellick who shrugged

"No idea," he responded. "He's probably just feeling guilty about yesterday, as he should. The idiot…if he had pulled a stunt like that before we had the other cards then I reckon Linc would have killed him."

Clara scoffed. "I get the feeling there might have been a queue."

Bellick chuckled at that, nodding his head before Clara went over to the table Alex was stood at, peering over the plans. Running a hand up his arm, she held onto him as he turned his head over her shoulder to look at her.

"You're going to have to stay here tomorrow," Alex informed her. "If Krantz gets a whiff of you being there then I don't know what will happen."

"Fine," Clara agreed, not bothering to argue.

Besides, she didn't know how much use she could be. Alex was shocked at the lack of protest, but he said nothing about, instead picking up a bottle of water on the table and passing it to her. She took a sip of the drink before looking down to the paper beneath them.

"What is that?" Clara wondered, pointing down to the words on the paper. Peering at them, she arched a brow before leaning around Alex to look down at something. "Sustainable farming in Ethiopia," she whispered, peering into the file with the information. "This is a project my mom worked on."

"Doing what?" Alex asked.

"I'm not too sure," Clara admitted. "I was just a teenager and she was always working in the lab…something about genetically modified crops. She was a scientist…well…really she was more interested in geography too, in particular climate change and how to adapt to it in countries that struggled."

"Was she working on it before she died?" Alex asked her.

"I think so," Clara nodded. "Why?"

"Because this is a project that was linked to a member of The Company," Alex said and Clara's brow furrowed as she heard him say that. "We don't know if the project has anything to do with The Company, but Self is looking into it all."

"So…what?" she wondered from him. "What is it that The Company does?"

"We're not sure," Alex mumbled. "But I get the feeling its bigger than just setting up government scandals and influencing decisions here in the States."

"It could be global?" Clara wondered.

"Looks like it." He whispered.

…

Clara sat on the sofa the following day, the warehouse empty except for her and Roland. The tech genius was sat upstairs on his bunk and Clara had left him to it, not wanting to get involved in his business. That morning had been full of arguments after they had been informed that Gretchen was on the team because she had some pages from the bird book.

Alex hadn't been keen on that and Clara could understand why. He was slowly losing faith that they were losing Wyatt. He got the feeling that the man was slipping away and he didn't know how to cope with that. Clara had promised him that they would find him before giving his shoulder a squeeze and watching the team leave.

She didn't know how long had passed before she sighed, bored of her own company. She walked up the steps towards the kitchen where Roland was on the bunk. Looking to him, she offered him a small smile before she saw what he was doing. Her eyebrows furrowed and the young man looked over to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked from him.

He was cutting the tag off of his ankle, severing it with a knife. Clara watched him pack his laptop away before she moved closer to him, sensing that something wasn't quite right.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, her voice harsh and demanding.

"Listen, lady," he said, holding his bag up and then slinging it over his shoulder. "You might enjoy staying here with all this danger but I don't. I've had enough…I'm out of here."

"Where do you intend on going?" Clara demanded from him. "You're abandoning them?"

"They'll get the last card and they won't need me," he said. "And then what? I end up going back to jail? No…I don't think so. I'm going to get out of here and flee…get the money and run."

"What money?" Clara snapped at him.

It took a moment for him to look away, but she said nothing as she let her mouth gape. Shaking her head back and forth, she moved closer to him. "Are you selling them out?" she asked of him. "Who to?"

"Someone who wants them," he muttered.

"I don't think so," Clara snapped at him. "You're going nowhere."

"Says who?" he asked. "You? Please, I did my research on you. Clara Reynolds, a tragic orphan whose fiancé left her less than a year after her sister was murdered. And then there's this little relationship you have with Mahone. You know he's psychotic, right?"

"Shut your mouth," Clara demanded from him.

"Why?" he wondered from her. "I'm out of here…gone…"

"Fine," Clara said. "Go and meet whoever you're meeting, but if you think I won't be following then you're gravely mistaken, because I'm not letting you get away."

"Don't," he warned from her. "Don't follow me."

"Why?" Clara wondered. "Guilty conscience?"

"No," he said, but the look in his eye said something different. "Just stay away and you won't get hurt…I won't get hurt-"

"-And Michael and Lincoln?" Clara wondered. "And Sucre…Bellick…Sara…what about them? They get killed, for what? A million? Is that what they offered you?"

"You wouldn't understand," he mumbled.

"Damn straight I don't understand," she snarled at him. "Besides, what did you give this guy? No one meets someone unless they have solid evidence they are who they say are. I know this stuff, or did your research not tell you that I was an investigative journalist?"

"Just back off!" Roland snarled at her.

"Or what?" she asked. "Where are you meeting this guy, Roland?"

"No," he said a shake of his head.

"So you want me to follow you?" she asked from him. "Because I will. I don't trust you. You've proven to be nothing but a snake, Roland. You…turning them in…"

"Why would you understand? You're not a convict," he declared. "Just stay here. I'm going…I'm leaving and I suggest you stay here."

"I don't think so," Clara said. "You see, we're in this together now, Roland, and I am coming with you."

But Roland had other ideas. Running off, Clara rolled her eyes as she followed him, trying to keep up and managing to do it with ease. Following him through the alleyways in between the warehouse buildings, Clara let her feet hit the ground with haste as she kept on following him, but then she saw the car and the man inside of it.

Coming to an abrupt stop, she felt his hand wrap around her arm before she collided with him. Smirking wryly, he looked down to her as she tried to push herself from him, but his grip with tight.

"She followed me, man," Roland said, pointing to Clara. "She followed me here."

"Good," Wyatt declared. "Now just give me the location of the brothers."

Shaking his head, Roland pulled at the straps to his backpack. "I want the money first."

Wyatt moved to pull a gun from his jacket and Clara acted with haste then, remembering her self-defence. She moved her elbow until it hit Wyatt's stomach and he loosened his grip from her. Turning around, she placed her hands onto his shoulders before bringing her knee up and into his groin, her hand balling into a fist as she punched him in the face and he doubled over, clutching his face, but the gun was still in his grip.

"Don't move!" he roared at Clara before she could wrestle the gun from him.

Standing up tall, Wyatt was still in agony, but he couldn't let it show as he kept the gun trained on Clara and Roland.

"If you tell him where they are then I will kill you myself," Clara snarled at him, "because he's going to do it anyway."

"No," Roland responded. "We had a deal."

"So where's the money?" Clara demanded, glaring at Wyatt.

"Clever, Miss Reynolds," he said before shooting Roland in the knee.

The man yelled in pain and fell to the floor, clutching onto his knee as Clara looked down to him and he continued to scream, the pain on his face clear. Clara said nothing further, keeping her lips pursed before Wyatt shook his head.

"Why would I need you? I have her to tell me where the brothers are."

"As if I would tell you," Clara scoffed. "You may as well shoot me now."

"We both know that I have other methods," Wyatt said, and then he shot again, Clara wincing at the sound it made. She closed her eyes for a moment before hearing Roland's screams. He soon quietened down, whimpering on the ground.

Keeping her lips tightly closed, she looked on as Wyatt trained the gun on her.

"Follow me, Miss Reynolds," he demanded from her.

"No can do," Clara responded. "Shoot me. I am going nowhere with you."

"Wrong answer," Wyatt growled and moved forwards, but Clara slipped underneath his arm, knowing exactly who had been standing behind him.

Wyatt was struck by Alex with a metal pole as she moved behind him, grateful for his sudden appearance along with Michael and Lincoln. Clara watched on as Wyatt fell to the floor, Alex over him and punching him repeatedly in the face. Clara watched on, but she didn't bother to restrain him. Instead she left that to Lincoln. He pulled Alex from Wyatt, but Alex was so full of rage that all he could focus on was punching at Wyatt.

"You can have him when we're done," Lincoln promised Alex, grabbing him once again before heading over to Wyatt and picking him up.

Clara went to Alex, seeing how he had turned away, unable to look at Wyatt as his hands went to hold onto his head. She said nothing for a moment before she spoke to Alex.

"He's not going anywhere," Clara promised him.

"No, he's not," Alex said, his voice low and dangerous as Clara took a deep breath.

"How did you find us anyway?" Clara wondered as Lincoln passed them with Wyatt and Michael went to Roland, unable to leave him despite the fact he was clearly dying. But Clara felt nothing for him. He was going to abandon them all. He was going to see them killed.

"Michael suspected Roland was betraying us so he put a tracking chip in his laptop," Alex managed to say. "I didn't think you would be here."

"I found him cutting his tag off and followed him," she said. "He was going to rat you all out."

"Yeah," Alex mumbled, gaze set on Wyatt.

"Come on," Clara muttered. "Let's walk back to the warehouse…and then you can have him. You know that."

...

A/N: Four chapters in a day! If you're reading then do let me know what you think and hopefully another update soon!