Chapter six

Simon looked at the lovely young woman who had so unexpectedly made her place within their tight group. No, Megan Connor would never be described as ordinary or boring. She had too much spirit to be considered as staid and predictable.

Boring! Not my Megan…MY! Where in blue blazes did that come from?

"Alright enough people …work," Simon instructed shoving his confusion down and focusing on what he knew. "What about the discs?"

"There is a computer in the den," Joel informed him, regaining a little of his normal demeanour.

"I can handle those,"Blair put in leaving his warm shelter.

"Are you sure Blair?" Simon asked worriedly, as he wondered just what was contained on the discs.

"Yeah man. I really need to be doing something," the younger man declared as he stepped away from Jim.

Simon watched, pleased as both Jim and Blair clicked into work mode. He had planned to mention it at a later date. But it seemed his lecture wouldn't be needed.

"One thing does puzzle me," Blair pondered as he lifted the discs. "Why no file or disc on me?"

"Maybe she knew that we wouldn't need it Sandy," Connor theorised.

"Yeah man. A file would have been irrelevant," H agreed.

"And maybe she didn't want you to feel …uncomfortable," Rafe added.

Blair looked at him puzzled by the man's statement. Rafe relised this so continued.

" You were…11 years old when these files began Blair. They are really detailed files man, I'm sure that there is stuff in here that would embarrass and disturb the subjects. Because it is private. But she had no choice but to give us the information on the others so we would be able to understand the people we might have to deal with. It wasn't necessary for her to do so in your case."

Blair considered his friend's theory and nodded.

"You could be right Bri. I mean all this time I've assumed that I was alone, and in reality I wasn't. Its kinda scary…but also comforting in a weird way." As he paused he looked roundhis companions and smirked. "Am I making any sense whatsoever?"

"Yes chief Your normal Sandburg sense," Jim laughed, "Now…discs."

Simon opened his mouth to comment when his cell phone interrupted. "Banks."

"A group of Federal agents are on their way to your location. Get them, the files and discs out of there Now." The cultured female voice sounded rather harried to Simons trained ear.

"OK, but hold on…" Simon silently handed the phone to the young man beside him.

"Hello are you still there?" Silence. "Please," he pleaded hearing his own voice crack on the word.

"I am here little one…please don't cry," She begged even though tears where evident in her own voice.

"I really don't think that that's an option today. What do I call you?"

"Pick one for now?" she requested.

Blair thought quickly. "Star?"

"Why?"

"My mum's right into Tarot and…"

"…Signifies faith hope and new life. A destiny. Understand me well little brother your destiny is to survive, never doubt that," she stated emphatically.

"OK…will I get to see you?"

"I hope so. If it is within my power. But for now I need to speak to your Sentinel."

"How..?" Blair had to ask.

"Blair time is short," she interrupted, "Let me speak to him"

Blair handed the phone to his ever-vigilant Sentinel, knowing that Jim had listened to ever word. He knew that he was crying and yet he felt quite calm inside.

"Ellison,"Jim barked into the receiver.

"How is he really?" A hoarse worried voice demanded.

"Shaken, hurt, confused and angry."

"I never wanted this to happen. This is why I stayed away from him…damn him to hell." Star cursed visciously.

"We know this isnt your fault," Jim reassured her while watching Blair pack away the files and discs into his ever present rucksac.

"OK… on one of the discs, the red labled one. There are details in how to access a bank account that Ive set up for him. You have covert experience so you know how to use it if necessary. Blair has no idea how crappy human beings can be to one another. But if Mitchell gets to him, he will never have the chance to learn. Make no mistake Sentinel this…thing…makes David Lash look like a choir boy." She spat out each word with disgust.

At her words Jim saw once again his drugged partner chained to that god-aweful chair.

A savage growl reverberated through his chest, causing his colleques eyes to widen and wonder what had caused it.

"I will do what I have to," he swore.

"As will I Black Jaugur. I hope at the end of this we can meet in peace."

"Good hunting."

"I wont let him down," sh promised. Then the line went dead.