I would have updated sooner, because I wrote this chapter, but I read it over and was about to type it and in my opinion it was crap, so I decided to start over. Sorry this chapter its short, but I need it to be. If you don't enjoy foul language, then imagine a bleep in your head for every time Liz ends up cursing which is a lot in this chapter. And, yes, you find out what happens to her, in a way. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, read and review, please!

Ch.7 The Traitor that lost herself

Joren slammed on the brakes outside of Lerant, Wolset, and his apartment. They'd quickly grab the essentials and get out of there as fast as they could through the night. Kel sat in the hummer with Dom, while the three went to retrieve their things. She'd never felt more bewildered before, in all of the short missions she'd had, none of them had ended up like this. None of them had ended up with a member gone missing, and to Kel, Liz was the last person that would let herself get kidnapped, so she scratched that possibility out. She could tell Dom was thinking the same thing through, Liz would never run from a mission, she'd never commit treason to her beloved country of Tortall. But little did they know that she actually had no matter how they put it. And if they ever did find her, she'd most likely be fired from her job.

"I don't get it, why won't Lerant say what happened? Maybe, she just went to look at something that was suspicious and we ended up leaving her behind," Kel voiced her thoughts to Dom.

He shook his head, "She wouldn't leave without calling someone for back up, or without telling us. What's bothering me is what happened to the lab top."

Kel gaped at Dom, "You're not worried about Liz?"

He shrugged, "She is one of my closest friends, but she can definitely take care of herself. You've never seen her take action in a situation before, have you?"

"We haven't been doing much of anything, except copying files and sending them to Wyldon."

He nodded, "But why did the lab top break, what caused it to break? Where did she go? She couldn't have gotten that far, she has to be close by. I know she's somewhere close, and I don't like leaving her behind, but we have to; after all, I think she left us."

"You mean, you think she committed treason," Kel stated, appalled at what he was saying.

"I don't just think it, I know she did, there were no wounds, no evidence of her being hurt. I'm sure that she had a good reason, but that's just the part of me that's friends with her. Another part of me, the Officer part, thinks that whatever she did it was because of something stupid that could have been handled easily."

"She wouldn't, she hates traitors," Kel said.

"Then right now, she's hating herself more than ever for what she done," Dom said. He stopped his thoughts from puzzling Kel more, when he saw the three figures approaching at a hurried pace. "We can't talk about it anymore, they're coming, and Lerant will probably strangle me."

Liz shoved the trash bin top open and threw herself out onto the concrete. The man had passed the alley way, but she knew more patrol men would be coming, and she needed to get out of her. She tried pushing herself up with the help of a trash can beside the bin, but she was too heavy and it toppled over, making a clatter. She winced, and pulled out her pistol, ready for the patrol men to find her.

She leaned against the wall, holding her breath in as she heard hurried footsteps coming her way. She pressed herself more firmly against the wall, wishing she could become part of the bricks. Men and women in the Scanran red and black uniform of Officers ran by, none of them glancing her way. She thought none of them had seen her and there was no more coming, so she let out a shaky breath, and held herself up against the wall with a trembling hand. She was about to turn and limp her way down the alley when a women's voice entered her hearing, Liz scolded herself, why had this women not gone with her comrades who had left minutes ago. "Move and I'll shoot!" she pointed a revolver at Liz.

"It's a little late for that," Liz croaked, her voice going astray from dehydration.

"Why did you shoot the patrol car, you ended up killing two of our officers, they were trying to protect you, the civilian."

"Why didn't I?" Liz asked, her hand inching towards her belt, millimeter by millimeter.

"You filthy slut, answer my question, or I'll shoot," the woman said, anger blazing in her eyes.

"Ah, what a great way to get me to answer your pathetic questions. You result to common insult, because you feel inferior to me. Is that not so? Honestly, what are they teaching you officers at the Scanran academy, it seems like worthless bullshit to me, you're just a woman with a gun, and you think you're better than me because you think you're stronger."

"Silence! Answer my question, what are you doing..." she stopped as Liz jerked her gun up and fired at the woman's revolver, causing it to fall out of her hands, yards away.

"Idiot, you even asked me questions about shooting, and if it just happened some minutes ago, wouldn't I still have a gun on me? Hmm? You must think you're Queen of the world, sure you found me, but only because you're fat ass couldn't catch up with your fellow officers."

The woman's face blushed a deep red, and there was fright in her eyes. Liz pointed the gun at her, "Now, answer me this, how far away is it from here to the border, from her to Tortall?"

The woman closed her mouth firmly shut and pursed her lips. Liz was about to fire a shot, near her head, but not close enough to strike only close enough to add more fear, when someone beat her to it. She heard the fire of a gun, before she pulled her own trigger, and knew someone had just shot her.

She fell backwards from the force, and unbalance ensued from her already bullet wedged leg. She looked down; the person missed her chest and hit her shoulder. Blood was pouring down her chest and the stench reached her noise easily. She looked up and saw a man, holding a pistol and wearing the Scanran officer colors of black and red. He had a smug look on his face, he thought she was dying.

She couldn't help but laugh, and the two looked at her as if she'd just asked them to tea. "IDIOT! You're not supposed to shoot me; you're supposed to bring me in for questioning, and to hold me hostage, so my country will have to pay, that is if they want me. This is definitely going to help my case in proving that all Scanrans are imbeciles. And you didn't kill me, if you haven't already figured out. I guess I must have nine lives or something because this is the second time I've been shot in the last hour." She would have continued rambling on when she noticed that she was no longer holding her pistol. She had dropped it as a reflex in the nerves in her right arm, which were screeching in pain. Her eyes widened, she should have killed that lard of a woman when she could have.

The man's eyes narrowed at her, and she was about to try talking her way out of this, and plead insanity or a drug overdose when she felt her head become heavy, the feeling in her arms and legs became a fuzzy feeling similar to when your foot is asleep. She had to fight to keep her eyelids open, if they killed her, she wanted to remember their faces, so she could have her vengeance. But it was too hard, and dying began to seem alright at the moment, in fact it seemed almost pleasant, after all there'd be no pain. No pain, she smiled at the thought, for both her left leg and right shoulder were throbbing at the moment. "No pain," she whispered before her head thudded against the pavement. She began to lose her sight, everything became blurry and she had no clue whether they were opened or closed. She faintly heard a ringing in her ears, and lost herself in the pain and lightheadedness, wondering if the two shots she heard actually did happen or if this was the average noises you heard in heaven, or hell.

Kel heaved her bag in the trunk, the plush black fabric fading into the colors of the other four bags and the darkness of the night. Four, she thought, it should be five. She sighed and hopped into the front seat, beside a scowling Joren, after closing the trunk door.

"We have enough gas for around four hours, then we'll stop and call Wyldon for orders," Joren said taking command, he was the second-in-command and seeing that Liz couldn't make her usual bossy yet lighthearted orders he took control.

The others nodded and stared out into space, watching the empty road and becoming lost in thought. Kel became drowned in her thoughts of Liz, and what would happen to the burly Great Dane, that was at the moment sleeping lazily atop their luggage. She wanted desperately to shake Lerant, and kick him, and punch him to force the answers to her thousands of questions, but she breathed deeply and held her hands together to calm herself. That would just make matters worse, she thought angrily. She realized vaguely, while drifting off to sleep, that a few hours ago, Liz had sat beside her in the car applying war paint to her be freckled cheeks.

Kel awoke hours later, the smell of gasoline overfilling her nose. She wrinkled her delicate nose in disgust and turned around, finding Lerant, Wolset, and Dom all leaning their heads on one another's shoulders and snoring heavily.

She snorted, and longed for Liz to be her to pull a prank on the boys, all except Joren, Liz would never go near Joren. She sighed in frustration, now she'd never be able to figure out why they both acted like the other didn't exist till they were in a mission. And whenever she asked Dom, Lerant, or Wolset they all either bolted from the room with lame excuses or changed the subject to catch Kel off guard.

Joren entered the car a moment later, "I just talked with Commander Wyldon." He said in a very businesslike tone.

"And?" Kel asked impatiently while biting her lower lip.

"He's sending troops to look for her, they can't find her coordinates from the chip, something happened to it, he says it's' destroyed or has been removed. He's furious, we are to go back to HQ as soon as possible, he said we'll receive a new partner for Lerant and he'll send us all on another mission, since we are a squad."

Kel nodded, "He thinks she's dead doesn't he?"

He shrugged, "He said that she was as good as dead to him."

"What do you mean?"

"He said she either died or is still alive, but either way he's a traitor, he knows more than we do, he said if we do encounter her we're to take her to Tortall, she's being stripped of her title and job. He says he'll make sure she never works as an officer anywhere if she is alive. She won't be sent to jail or killed for treason, because she only abandoned us during a mission, but she still can't work in this field again."

Kel's eyes widened, a part of her wished Liz was dead, for when she found out about this predicament, she sure as hell would most likely end up killing herself or Commander Wyldon. This was not good news at all, and she felt angry with Liz for in a way abandoning her. She desperately wanted to be able to turn back time or at least know what was going through that crazy girls head that could have possibly made the idea of running away and committing treason a good idea.

She turned around in her sleep and glared at the sleeping Lerant, it seemed sleep was the only place where he could get peace. Whatever happened, she knew he had to do something about it, and she felt anger for this man for causing some personal strife within her first and only girlfriend. One thing was for certain, she was going to make it her goal once they got back to Tortall to find out everything that happened last night and to set things straight, hopefully she could get her friend's job back without losing her own.

HA! I made another cliffy with Liz. I'm glad I rewrote this chapter it's much better than the other one and it definitely made the other chapter look like shit. Review and I'll update sooner, come on you know you want to.

Much love,

redpheonix