Amcreva, Rather softly touched the back of his head. Her eyes where cool. Her hands insistent. Attempting to soothe the burning that she felt in him. Although her attempts into trying to stop the nerve impulses had never worked he may have noticed that he did hurt as much.

"I'm sorry Amon..." She shook her head. "I couldn't leave you to rot like that. I have a whole lot of work to do. As you may know it's been ten years since I've seen to at last. The tests they did was awful so I took you two out. Think it as my debt as paid." She was referring to the time when he could have killed her in the subway station. He didn't and left her be when he knew and she knew that she was already losing it at that time.

"Your strong, Bastian will take longer to heal because he kept taking off the wires that helped his muscles stay strong. He'll be around in a few moments."

Amon already knew that.

Amcreva never got that question's reply. Or her peace of mind.

Bastian moaned a little. Amcreva went over to him. Putting a damp cloth over his head. "You too. Wake up." Her hand went down on him to aid the waking process. Her powers had increased greatly in 10 years of not having to hide them. Amon was the only hunter that she was afraid of. Or should be afraid of.

Now she was hunted again to someone who would never forgive her until he died.

"I have to go. The moment you two are up and at it."

She went to the kitchen and used the last can of Campbell red label of soup. She heated it up. Keeping her mind's eyes on Amon and Bastian.

Bastian body hurt so bad that he almost could not stand it. He opened his eyes and was staring at a grey ceiling. As he turned his head his vision swam. Finally everything cleared and he could see Amon laying there in a bed. Did he say free? He needed to get in contact with his people in Morocco.

A woman came back into the room and knelt beside him. She kept saying everything is ok. Bastian opened his mouth and tried to get out the words running through his head.

"Ambassador Omar" Bastian croaked out. "Morocco."

The woman put something warm to his lips and he got his first meal.

Amcreva finished feeding them first. The internet wasn't down yet and the phone was working. Her first thing was to see if there was anyway to contact this man. But where they in a technological era? Did they have computers or would they have to travel. Now that she was being hunted she was sure she had some blocks in her way. She Finished off the stuff that they could not finish.

What was he going on about. What was he saying? Why did this have anything to do with a man in Morocco? Anyways she had no clue that he had said anything od importance.

She shurgged it off and called up Austin.

"Have they annouced the hunt yet?"

"Yes, They have. A bounty of 1 3/4 of a million dollars for the missing scientist. They have a convincing story about you being kidnapped but two men. One dark hair and..."

"I know about that. I mean have you received any notice on the STN-J's movements."

"I don't think they will be helping as much as you think Amcreva."

She nodded. "I don't like this Austin, They know me and I know them. I always have the upper hand. I cannot seek help from my work. They all want me dead. "

A rush of thought hit Amcreva. Was Bastian trying to say something to her?

Her imagination hit her. "Alexie! Is that what he meant?"

Austin paused. "Can I help you with something?"

Amcreva nodded. "Yes. Find out where Omar is. He lives in Morocco, A Leader there."

Austin sighed, "Alright. But what does..." He stopped. " I'll do it. I have to Go."

Amcreva hung up the phone.

A sound from the bedroom again. She went over in-between them. Flipping the clothes and the sheets. The temperature was high. But no word of complaint from them. She set out two sets of generic clothing. Already knowing the sizes. She had planned to the last of this.

One thing she didn't know was ... Would they die now? Would they come and find her now?

Would they think to look here? Or did they see Kadassa moving us out?

She touched lightly on Amon's chest. "Amon, Wake up."

Amon opened his eyes and saw Amcreva face. The pain had lessened but he needed to sit up. He struggled to get his arms under himself.

His arms shook from the movement and effort. Amcreva grabbed him under his arm and helped him sit up. He felt dizzy but it stopped as the blood flow in his body began to pump faster through his system.

Amcreva was talking to him but he was only hearing parts of it.

Then she asked him about something Bastian had said. Omar was that not Bastian's uncle last name? He remember in the tank Bastian was trying not to go crazy would talk about his family and what their clan had done to protect the holy writing from heaven. Solomon?

Why had Solomon betrayed them?

"Amcreva how long has it been?" Amon paused. "We have to contact Bastian's family. They can move us safer place."

Amon head began to pound. The longer he was out of the tank and the drugs being worked out of his system his powers were increasing.

Amcreva touched softly on his face. "Too long, a whole 20 years have passed. I"m surprised your not throttling me or reaching out and tearing out my Eyes." She felt him. His powers... "Amon... I have a serum in my case that will suppress your powers..." She took it out. It was made for her. It was to stop her from losing it all. To keep her control as her mind slowly was consumed with visions.

"Do you want me to surpress your powers? Amon?" .

She drew out the reddish-black goo inside the needle. "This works for about 10 days. It will repress your powers only to the point where you can no longer control them. It also makes that pounding easier to handle."

Amon leveled his gaze at Amcreva. "If I could I would throttle you for being so stupid in trying to rescue me, us. However thank you." Amon looked at the needle. He knew he was in no condition to control his powers and needed help. "Ok give me the serum. I am not sure how it will react with the drugs that are still in my system." Amon watched Amcreva she gave him the injection. He could feel the pressure receding.

"Bastian said his uncle was Ambassador of Morocco. He knows code to give when to call and they will get us out of here within 24 hours." Amon looked at Bastian's sleeping form. "You are going to have to wake him up."

It took Amcreva several minutes to get Bastian to wake up and get him into the sitting position.

Bastian we need to number and code to get in contact with your Uncle in Morocco.

"011321078 and the code is black dragon." Bastian gave them information and yawn. "What the help did they do to us and how long have been out?"

Amcreva didn't respond before Austin's' companions came out from the shadows.

Anya looked towards Amon with sorrow in her eyes.

"I am sorry..." Her voice was sincere and thick. "I do not associate myself with others...You are the first people to have seen me and live...aside from the Regent and his pigs...Master Amon, you cannot stay in this world, you need protection and you will not find it here...I DO have a place we can escape to...but you must trust me in order for us to get there..."

Her mind became very alert. There it was again. Master Amon...why...

She shook her head. But she saw, the other woman had heard her words and have noticed them. And she could see the woman's curious question in her unspeaking eyes.

She looked down at Master Amon again.

"I don't remember...a man, who had taken pity on my life as a child, saw my need for revenge, and trained me...he was the only person I have ever made contact with that I did not kill...until now..." She looked away from Amon. "I do not know why...but Master Amon reminds me so much of him...a master in his skill, mind, and spirit...it is rare to find someone like Master Amon..." she looked back towards the other woman.

"No...I have never met Amon before, and he is not the Master Degas who trained my reflexes. Master Karachi was a man of the Degas race...it is too complicated to explain at this moment. All I can do is promise safety to you and your party...in my house in a place called Refagata Cullengats ...But it is in another place, and I cannot take you there without you trust in me..."

She stood motionless as she watched the woman drug Amon.

Amcreva grinded her teeth. "Stop calling him that..." A pang of .. Yes jealousy rushed through her.

Her eyes where downcast. Shaking she drugged Amon. Feeling his powers subside for now. 4 left she thought. Than they would have to kill her wouldn't they? They would have to stop all of it because she would lay on a mattress somewhere screaming the future to all who could hear... But no one would heed her words.

Her hands shook as she withdrew the needle. A droplet of blood appeared on his skin. She ripped her tattered dress and wapted it around his bicep. How she wanted just to get away.

"Do you mean leaving this realm? Your insane and it cannot be done. Such things do not exist. You cannot go from this realm and return."

She looked away. "I have military friends who can help us out. We can get to the place we need to go. Solomon had no power with them... Nor the STN-J"

She rose, "If you'll excuse me. I have to get my weapons ready."

A spare stereo was left over aswell. she put in one of her CD's rather angry yet ... Melodic.

She opened up her case and stated to clean, reassemble and bounce her head to the music. Something slipped from the cloth in the folds a necklace fell out... two of them... Orbo...

Anya bit her lip. But then steeled herself. "Fine...do what you wish. I offered my help...unwillingly...but I offered...and you deny it. I hold no malice for that. I wish you luck, and prayers."

She turned to leave, then stopped in front of Bastian. She paused and looked at him, he seemed so tired, but alert. She stared at him for a moment. Then turned away...she bit her lip again and held back the tears. She had offered help, for the first time in her life...to people she didn't even care about...or...did she?

She shook her head. It was starting to make her head hurt. she didn't like to think about it. for so long she had kept her emotions hidden.

She drew herself up and looked around with an empty, detached face. Then walked out the room. But did not leave. She closed the door...and stepped to the side and leaned against it...then sank down to where she was sitting against the wall and put her head between her knees.

Bastian looked at Anya and then at Amcreva. "Anya I need your cell phone." Anya dug in her pocket and gave it to him. Bastian took it and dialled a number. Bastian spoke several times and then gave the code.

Bastian waited and then was connected to Jacob. "It has been while sense that code had been used. Serge is no longer alive and I replaced him. I will have someone there in less then 24 hours. You will need to get to the docks. A ship will get you to a safe port then take you back to Morocco. I will contact someone to meet you there." Jacob hung up.

Bastian disconnected and handed the phone back to Anya. "I was told to get to docks by tomorrow night and they will get all of us to safety."

Anya nodded. She liked this Bastian.