It's a one-shot about what happened during and after my last chapter. It's from four different POV. It's not long but it will explain a lot.

30 minutes before,

Djessy POV:

"What do you mean he escaped!" Furiously she run into the hallway. Wondered eyes from patients, even a couple of her co-workers looked at her. One of the nurses who made her round run beside her.

"I don't know, he simply disappeared. His cell was locked, but when I looked inside he wasn't there." She looked suspicious around and whispered: "Do you think it was some-one inside?"

Djessy frowned. "Don't be so ridicules, who on earth would want him walk free? You must be out of you're mind to let-" she stopped talking and running. "I'll be right back!"

She hurried back into her office. With on glare at her desk she knew enough. The drawer was completely smashed and she didn't had to think further to know who had the maps.

The young nurse stood in the doorway. "Doctor?"

Her head snapped around. "Where is he!"

"Who doctor?" The nurse asked nervous.

"That man, Juan!" The nurse showed no reaction. "You know that new guy! Where did he go?"

The nurse looked even more confused. "We didn't hire any new staff, Doctor. And I can't remember anyone with the name Juan who works here."

Djessy froze. 'How did he get in? Who was that Juan? And why did he take Sands!' Hastily she pulled her mobile out her pocket. "Hello, with Doctor Dominguez." She looked at her broken desk. "Patient Sands has escaped."

EL POV:

He sighted and slowly repeated the words on the radio, tapping with his fingers on the leather of the wheel. He was riding on a old dirty road surrounded by quietness. It seemed forever since he had a bath, or food. After the second the ninã called him for help he'd been driving. First to her, then after a argue, drove to that hospital centre for mental cases. How she did it he didn't know but he was crazy enough to go spy in there and get Sands out.

'No, wait I know how she'd don it, she's very good in manipulating you.' He clutched his jaws. Talking about him running off while she was dying, leaving her and Sands behind...

'What kind of Legend is that!' She had screamed.

He shook his head. He hadn't run off. When he heard the agents enter the building he knew they would be safe, at leased she was safe, and he'd walked away. He figured Sands would talk his way out, like he always did. 'Just forgot his mental case for a moment.'

He also didn't know she got hit, off course he had heard shooting but he trusted on Sands to keep her down. But then again, never trust on Sands. Or her, she'd could be as determined as Sands.

'You have to get him! It's you're fault he ended up in that shit place!' She was screaming that over and over again. It started when he refused to risk his life only for Sands. 'If you don't safe him I will hate you! For ever!' He razed his head to hush her, but she just about to get started. 'If you don't safe him I'll go! Because I'm not that scared and I'm not going to let someone fall behind! Defiantly is he saved my AND YOU'RE life over and over again!'

And after almost a day nagging about it he packed his belongings and drove off, to be on the road for two whole day's. Sometimes he wished Mexico was a bit smaller.

When he got to the centre he needed to get in. It wasn't a very difficult job. He pulled a young male nurse behind the building, beat him unconscious ( something he really regret doing) and changes clothes. After that it was a piece of cake to get in.

His only mistake was talking to that doctor, almost ruined his disguise. He could just have shoot himself for being so stupid, not only walking directly into her office but also asking her where to find him.

Eventually he found Sands his cell. It scared the hell out of him when he first saw the man. He was nothing like the Sands he knew. The first time he saw the man authority and control practically dripped off of him. Now he was nothing more then a shell. His hair had grown long, needed a shave. His closing where ripped and he got almost as pale as the wall behind him. Not to forget the smell of sweat and vomit. He'd turn away in disgust.

But he hadn't felt any pity for the man. Mostly it was because he deserved it to been hurt for once. And second was El had drove for two whole day's and had it with this mission.

What he didn't realised was, the man lain behind him on the backseat had been throw hell and back. Sometimes his eye's shot to the tensed body of the formal agent. He wondered why he didn't spoke ore cursed ore any of the things he normally did. He shrugged and put on the radio softly.

He drove for about three hours until he got to the location. It was just a narrow ally between a shop and a restaurant, a dumpster for rubbish and defiantly not a place CIA, ore any other enemy would go looking. 'Perfect spot and not to far from the Centre', she had described it.

'My ass.' It smelled even worse then Sands and it wasn't that 'close' as she had described. Not that it mattered anymore, he was there, brought the agent and was done. He turned around formed a cross and hit Sands in the face. The blow was hard enough to knock him out. He didn't like to hit a blind man, but it had to be done. El didn't want innocent to die because Sands was around.

Almost gently he lifted the man up and placed him on a empty spot between some dumpsters. He sighted, whipped away the sweet on his forehead and stared at the knocked out blind man while blood ran slowly from his mouth. It was strange, like this Sands looked so helpless. He didn't want to admit it, but after living with him he respected Sands. No, the way he dealt with his blindness, he was still able to shoot and aim.

His eye's trailed from the blood to the agent's former eye's. Bandages where wrapped around them, still if you looked good there where small bruises visible. There was more El surprised, Sands was so thin. Sure, he had always been slim. But now he looked starved.

El sighted, and uncomfortable looked around. If people would see him here, it would be suspicious and he didn't want this last mission to fail.

"Maybe you deserve a second change Sands." He half expected Sands to grin and make fun of his comment, but the man didn't move a ins. He gave him on last nod and walked away.

'Back to Guitartown.'

This where the first 2 POV, if I got SOME time left I'll try to make the two other ones.

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow

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