Author's Note: Apologies to anyone who's been having trouble reviewing the last chapter! I didn't realise it wouldn't delete the previous reviews when I deleted the chapter, so the reviews you guys left for the original chapter 46 are still there. Sorry about that. And thank you to those of you who have PMed me instead to let me know what you think of the new version. :) This chapter will likely have the same problem for some of you, since the original chapter 47 was my author's note about the deletion - but next chapter will be counted as 'new' by the site, so there shouldn't be any issues after that.

Saturday evening saw Jane in Roman's car with a bag over her head. She always tried to memorise the route, and each time, he changed it, twisting and turning until she was hopelessly lost.

A while into the journey, Roman said, "This is your heads-up. Shepherd expects you to kill Cade tonight."

Jane tried to keep relaxed, as though the idea didn't bother her. Remi would want Cade to die for what he did to Oscar. And for betraying the cause. Remember that.

"After what happened with Kantor, I thought I'd give you a little advance warning, just in case you get squeamish again."

"Are we going to talk about this with a bag on my head?" Jane demanded.

"Yeah. Keep it on."

Sighing, Jane folded her arms, trying to project confidence and irritation. "Cade killed Oscar. He deserves to die."

"But can you pull the trigger? 'Cause if not, Shepherd will likely kill you." He didn't sound too distressed by the prospect, but Jane knew his eyes would be distressed, his body language agitated, even if his voice was calm.

"Are we sure there's no more information we can get from him?" Jane asked, inwardly cringing as she did so. Suggesting he be kept alive for further torture made her feel like Keaton—but it was better Cade was tortured and alive than dead.

"Last time I spoke to Oscar, some of his stuff was missing from his base in the city, but he couldn't remember exactly what. We're pretty sure Cade's responsible. We think he's been informing on us, but he won't admit it. If he has been, we need to know which agency, who his contact is and what he gave them."

"Let me take a run at him. If he doesn't tell his executioner, he won't tell anyone." Jane tried to keep the emotion from her voice.

"And if he doesn't tell you, you'll kill him?"

"He needs to pay for what he did."

They drove on in silence. Jane tried not to fidget or let the way she moved betray her anxiety, but her mind was in turmoil. How was she going to maintain her cover without killing Cade?

Nas would tell her to take the shot, and be furious with her if she didn't. Roman was suspicious, but he was her brother. He'd cover for her for a while yet, she instinctively knew it. Shepherd would be far less forgiving. Daughter or not, Jane got the feeling she'd be expendable the moment her allegiance was in question.

Cade was a terrorist, and he'd tried to kill her before, but he'd been trying to stop Sandstorm's plans in the process. Maybe he was even Nas' informant inside Sandstorm, the one who'd told Nas that Jane was due to be dropped off in Times Square. In that case, he was no different than Jane herself—trying to use his connections to do good.

Not only that, but Jane owed him. Sure, she hadn't realised he was still alive when she'd framed him for Oscar's death, by spray-painting 'for Marcos' on the side of Oscar's truck. But from what she knew, Oscar had been well-liked within Sandstorm. Cade had probably suffered a lot at the hands of his torturers because of her actions. She wanted to make amends for that, if she could.

So, if she couldn't kill him, how the hell could she get him out without blowing her cover? She'd have to improvise.

"Tell me more about Cade," she said. "I only have flashes of memory, of us drinking together in the same place where we had Oscar's wake. And when he went rogue and tried to kill me nearly a year ago, he said he wanted me dead because of what Oscar did to Markos. What did he do? Oscar wouldn't tell me."

That last part was a lie. Oscar had told her he'd been the one who killed Markos on the day she'd killed him. But Roman couldn't know that.

"Oscar was the one who killed Markos, on Shepherd's orders. You remember Markos, right? Beard? Died on the floor of your first safehouse after attacking you?"

"Yeah. I remembered being on an outdoor shooting range with him when I saw him. Wait, Oscar killed him? Why?"

"Chao, the guy who tried to blow up the Statue of Liberty right after you got to the FBI. He was supposed to die in that attack, but the FBI didn't kill him, so Markos had to take care of it in the hospital. But he was caught on CCTV."

"Yeah, I remember. Wearing a surgical mask. No one at the hospital could ID him, and neither could the FBI."

"Doesn't matter. Shepherd ordered him dead for screwing up. He ran. Shepherd sent Oscar after him, and Oscar killed him right before he could tell you who we all were. He always did have a little bit of a crush on you, though Cade was the real love of his life."

Jane closed her eyes in sympathy for both Cade and Markos. They'd just been trying to do the right thing. If Cade had been informing on Sandstorm, he and Markos must have been having second thoughts for a while.

"So what else can you tell me about Cade? How close was I to him? Any weak spots I can lean on?"

"You and Cade spent nearly two months in Plovdiv, Bulgaria together just after you got back from Afghanistan. Shepherd had you cultivating a contact there."

Jane frowned, trying to remember, but came up blank. She'd have to look at some pictures of Plovdiv on the internet later and see if they triggered any memories. "Is that why I speak Bulgarian? Did I learn it out there?"

"Yeah, you've always been good at picking that stuff up on the fly. Used to drive me crazy when we were kids. You and Shepherd would have entire conversations in a language you'd only just started studying, and I'd be struggling to keep up."

"Sounds like I made your childhood kind of hard sometimes. I'm sorry."

"Hey, I got my own back when you got your first boyfriend in high school. You used to sneak out to see him, and I used to tell Shepherd."

Jane laughed despite her worries about Cade. "You little brat. What was my boyfriend's name?"

"Luis."

A memory flashed into Jane's mind—a disapproving Hispanic woman in her late thirties standing in a doorway, watching Remi and a teenage boy run down the street, hand in hand. "Luis! Get back here right now! Luis!"

Jane shook her head, frowning. "Did…his mom hate me or something? I just remembered a woman…"

"He lived with his aunt. And yeah, she hated you. Her Luis was supposed to be with a good Catholic girl. Preferably Hispanic, like them." Roman paused, then casually asked, "Remember anything else from back then?"

Jane searched her memory, but came up with nothing. "No. Should I?"

"No, I was just curious."

Jane scowled in his direction—not that he could see it. "I have a bag on my head, and I can still tell you're lyi—"

Another memory distracted her. She was wearing black, surrounded by a crowd of mourners, watching a coffin being lowered into the dirt. A short distance away, the same woman—Luis' aunt—wept uncontrollably as the man next to her tried to comfort her.

"What?" Roman asked.

"He died, didn't he?" Jane could barely remember the boy, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of loss, regardless. Poor Remi.

"Yeah. He stole his brother's motorcycle to ride over and see you one night. Not sure what happened exactly, but he came off the road. No one saw it happen, and by the time someone stopped to check on him, he was already gone."

"That's awful. How old was he?"

"Seventeen, I think."

Jane slid her hand up under the bag to wearily rub her eyes. "Did anything good ever happen to us as kids?"

"After the orphanage, everything about living with Shepherd seemed good, for a while." The car made a final turn, then the engine shut off. "We're here. You can take off the bag."