Unable to continue down the street due to the barricades, blocked off areas, and swarm of police, medical, news, and media vehicles, Vera pulled her car off to the side of the road. She and Jake exited the car and were immediately accosted by reporters and camera crews questioning the objectives of the prison riot, commenting on possible clues or conditions that could have predicted the unrest, and insulting the staff and management of the prison. Vera and Jake ignored the reporters and cameras that surrounded them, choosing to only push through the crowd and identify themselves to the officers guarding the area before being allowed to pass through. They were led to a police vehicle. They both entered the car and impatiently waited as they were driven the remainder of the way to the prison while the officer informed them of the perimeter that had been established to attempt to keep civilians out and keep inmates inside.

As they made their way down the road, Jake and Vera witnessed prisoners being tackled, handcuffed, and escorted in the direction of the prison by members of the SESG. Police dogs ran throughout the area as well, one taking an inmate down who still struggled as the dog bit down on her leg. Eventually, the car pulled into the transport area of the prison that was filled with emergency vehicles, officers, and medics. Some officers and inmates were being treated on-site, while others had to be hauled away due to the severity of their injuries. Vera and Jake exited the car and ran up to Will who was yelling out at both inmates and officers, trying to help control the situation. Riot squads herded captured prisoners into the muster point, an area currently holding at least thirty inmates. Vera pulled Will away to speak to him.

"What's the situation?" Vera asked as she watched a bleeding prisoner being carried into an ambulance.

"According to the officer on duty in the security room, three inmates broke in and threatened him, demanding a shutdown of the radios, cameras, and panic buttons, an override of all security gates, and access to the weapons locker before beating him unconscious. The security room monitors and computers were destroyed after, but we don't know if that was done by the same inmates or by others that also had access to administration since many officers lost their swipe cards and keys during the chaos."

"That… Those are incredibly specific demands," Jake noted as he looked up to see a helicopter flying over.

"Not just any inmate would think to disable the radios and alarms and especially to override all the security gates," Vera added.

"There's more. I've heard that another officer was threatened by two inmates to hand over keys to a van before being handcuffed to a desk in the office, but I have yet to debrief with that officer."

"Wait so… So inmates have escaped in one of our vans?" Vera asked nervously.

"Yes, Governor. We're still trying to do head counts, but it'll be a while before everything settles enough to know exactly who all is missing. There was a delay in the SESG's arrival due to no one being able to call in the riot thanks to the prisoners attacking any guards in admin, but there is a search out for the van and whatever inmates took it."

"The ringleaders of the circus obviously," Jake claimed as he looked around.

"We don't know that. Everyone was masked with clothes, bandanas, pillowcases, and sheets, including those who attacked our security room and transport guards and all those who ransacked and escaped the prison. Officers had their equipment stolen and inmates were able to get to every area of the prison. So it could've been the organizers of the riot or it could've been inmates who knew how to best take advantage of the situation to escape."

"Are all officers accounted for?" Vera asked.

"All except for Lawson."

"Lawson? He was on Ferguson watch," Jake said.

As Vera and Jake looked at each other, Miles approached them all, handing Jake and Vera radios.

"Where's your uniform, Jake?" Miles asked.

"Uh… I thought I could change once I got here," Jake lied, as he couldn't say that he had been at Vera's house.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, mate. Staffroom's been turned upside down," Will said.

"We'll go in to find Lawson," Vera ordered.

Miles nodded and walked away. Once informed of the current status of the prison, Vera and Jake headed into the building. The scene inside the prison was as chaotic as the scene outside. Head counts were ongoing, a task that proved difficult as the halls were flooded with officers and inmates coming and going in all directions. Even inside, some inmates still fought back against the armed guards who beat them with batons.

When Jake and Vera arrived at C3, they found the gate closed but unlocked. Vera pulled the gate open and walked inside to Ferguson's cell. Vera opened the door and saw Lawson on the floor squirming around with his hands handcuffed behind his back. Jake ran inside and pulled off the sweater and towel binding Lawson's eyes and his mouth as Vera leaned down to unlock and remove his handcuffs.

"What happened?" Vera asked as she looked at the bloody hammer on Ferguson's bed.

"That fucking freak attacked me!" Lawson yelled as Jake helped him sit up.

"Ferguson?" Jake asked.

"Do you know any other ones?" Lawson asked as he brought his hand to the back of his head.

"…Come with us, you need medical attention," Vera ordered as she noticed Lawson's bloody fingers.

Lawson nodded and Jake helped him stand up, hooking an arm over his shoulder as he walked out of the cell. Vera looked around the cell, noticing scratching in the window. She walked towards the window and slightly pulled back the curtain to see Jianna's name carved into the glass.

"Governor!" Jake called out.

Vera let go of the curtain and walked out of the cell, leaving everything in its place for the investigators.

…

Bea held the phone in her left hand as she continued driving down the road. After having entered the latitude and longitude coordinates received from the photos, she was able to set the phone's GPS to direct her towards the place where they had been taken. After driving for nearly an hour, the phone signaled she was finally arriving at her destination, something that unsettled her as she had driven along empty gravel roads for the past fifteen minutes.

When she finally saw the building marked off as the destination, she shut off the van's headlights before slowing down, pulling to the side of the road, and coming to a complete stop. Bea threw the phone, keys, and swipe card on the floor of the passenger's side before stepping out of the van and walking around to the back to unlock the doors. She slowly pulled open the doors to see that Ferguson was still unconscious and lying on the floor. She climbed inside the van, took off Ferguson's bandana, and reached underneath the hood of Ferguson's hoodie, pulling out two strands of her hair before jumping back out of the van. Bea ran back towards the driver's side of the van and threw the van keys and bandana inside and dropped Ferguson's strands of hair in the driver's seat before gently closing the door and running back.

Bea pulled out the wheelchair and set it up on the ground before she grabbed Ferguson by her legs and dragged her out to land in it. She stepped inside the van and took off her own bandana, throwing it to the side before she pulled out the gun. Bea took a deep breath, before suddenly smashing the gun against her nose with all her strength. She stumbled backwards and squeezed her eyes shut tight, bending over for a few seconds as her blood dripped down onto the floor of the van. Still bent over, Bea cleaned the blood off the gun with her palm before placing it in her pocket. Afterwards, she quickly jumped back out of the van and released the locks on the wheelchair before taking her gloves off and placing them on Ferguson's hands. Bea crouched down in front of Ferguson and grabbed her right hand, pressing it below her own nose and dragging Ferguson's palm across it to wipe off some of the blood. She stood back up and pulled her sleeves down to cover her hands before she pulled the gloves off of Ferguson and threw them on the ground before she shut the van doors, grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, and pushed Ferguson down the rest of the road towards the run-down building.

…

Kaz and her two crewmembers sat in the H3 common area, watching as the officers rushed down the halls, scrambling to return inmates to their own units. Mel looked up at the clock before turning to look back at Kaz.

"How much longer do you want to wait?" Mel asked.

Kaz looked up at the clock.

"If she didn't run into any trouble, she might be there by now, but…"

"…But what?"

"But there's no telling who's in that place…"

"…It'll still take some time for police to arrive. Don't overlook that, Kaz."

Kaz looked back up at the clock and nodded. She stood up from the couch and walked into her cell, shutting the door behind her. She reached for her television and popped out the back panel, reaching inside and pulling out a phone. Kaz leaned against the space next to the door and began to use it. She opened up the GPS application and looked at the time, trying to estimate the time Bea would have arrived at the coordinates she had given her from the photos. Kaz closed the application and dialed a number.

"Hey, everything good?... Okay great, call it in in the next five minutes… Yeah… Remember, just point them in the direction of where you saw the van go… There's squads out looking for it already so hopefully you'll just be giving them the last lead they need… Thanks."

Kaz hung up the phone, taking a deep breath before hiding it inside the television and walking out of her cell back into the common area.

…

Jake looked down at his watch, growing nervous as he realized he had to leave soon if he wanted to make it in time to pay off Vic and Turk. He was currently unable to leave since Vera had driven him from her house to Wentworth, but he distracted himself with work as he tried to come up with a way to secure the payment quickly. As he was helping take down the names of the inmates in the muster point, some who admired and thanked him for wearing tight jeans instead of his uniform, Jake looked around to see Vera speaking with the medic taking care of Lawson as Will approached her.

"Governor, do you have a sec?"

Vera nodded and walked away from Lawson.

"What is it?"

Will gestured to walk with him. They made their way towards another ambulance where Miles and an SESG officer were standing and saw a nervous and crying Doreen sitting in the back getting her forehead stitched by a medic.

"Anderson, what happened?" Vera asked.

"Governor," Doreen began. "You have to help her! Please help her!"

"What are you…"

"Ferguson has Smith," Miles interrupted.

"What?" Vera asked, unable to believe what she had heard.

"When, when the women were all going crazy with the units unlocked, I stood back, hiding in my cell, I was scared, and, and I just watched someone come into H1 and head for Bea's cell. I didn't know who it was at first, she was so calm, and she was covered up, but when I walked out to check on Bea… she walked out with Bea in her wheelchair, her face and hair covered up, and saw me and called me 'Jianna' and told me to stay back, that she was going to rectify everything and… and I tried to stop her but I, I couldn't, she was too strong!" Doreen cried.

"Ferguson did this to you?" Vera asked.

"I tried to fight her off because Bea wasn't moving or anything, but she slammed me into the gate!"

"It was quite the hit, but she'll be all right," the medic added as she cleaned the remaining blood off of Doreen.

"Did she hurt Smith?" Vera asked, looking back to Doreen.

"She must've because Bea wasn't responding! She was completely knocked out!"

"Anderson, calm down," Will spoke.

"You don't understand, she's…"

"Calm down," Will held his hand out as Doreen tried to stand up.

Miles beckoned for the SESG officer, Vera, and Will to follow her and walked away from the ambulance.

"There's a chance Ferguson got to Smith before the riot even started," Miles quietly spoke.

"What do you mean?" Vera asked.

"She was fine during dinner, but when I did head count for H1, Smith was out cold in her cell. Conway told me she had passed out after dinner."

"You think she might've been drugged?" Will asked.

"We all know that even in her current state, Smith wouldn't go down without a fight, and if the riot and all the commotion wasn't enough to wake her up… As for Ferguson… She was rattled this morning, a complete mess, and was accusing Jake of killing this Jianna person," Miles said.

"Who is Jianna?" the SESG officer asked looking at Vera.

Vera and Will turned to look at one another. Will looked down at the ground and took a deep breath. He was about to speak before Vera interrupted him.

"Come with me to Ferguson's cell," Vera said as she began walking.

…

Bea pushed Ferguson towards the side of the building, leaving her against the wall before she pulled the gun out of her pocket, holding onto it through the sleeve of her hoodie. She made her way around the corner towards the door. She tried to open it and was surprised to find it was unlocked. Bea took a deep breath before slowly opening the door and stepping inside.
The warehouse was dark, lit up only by the moonlight entering through the windows near the rafters. Bea looked around the area, ensuring no one was within view before she ran back outside to get Ferguson and wheel her inside. Bea closed the door behind her before she turned to her left and pushed Ferguson towards the wall farthest from the door and out of sight behind a shelf full of boxes. She pulled Ferguson out of the chair, carefully setting her down on the floor on her back. Bea grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it as she hurried through the aisles in between the rows of shelves that nearly reached the ceiling, quietly rushing to find some sign of life in the area as she made her way through the warehouse. She stopped and abandoned the wheelchair next to a stack of boxes, turning it on its side before walking away.

…

Outside the warehouse, a car coming from the opposite direction Bea had come from pulled up to the building. Vic and Turk emerged from the vehicle, both men taking off gloves and throwing them inside the car before they closed the doors.

"Oi, Vic, looks like you fucked up Jakey's car so bad he had to borrow one," Turk laughed as he pointed towards the van.

"Fucker's probably inside shitting his pants 'cause he can't find us," Vic responded, looking down at his watch. "I guess he can help wrap his own Christmas present."

Vic and Turk laughed as Vic walked around to the back of the car and popped open the trunk. He reached inside to pull out a dirty, torn, and bloody body bag, bringing it close to his face before holding it back in disgust.

"We should see about getting disposable bags honestly," Vic laughed.

Vic handed the body bag to Turk before reaching back into the trunk and taking out his bloodstained metal baseball bat. Both men walked towards the door of the warehouse. Once they were inside, Vic turned around to lock the door behind him.

…

"How're the head counts going?" Vera asked as she approached Will in the transport area.

"Most have been returned to their units, but besides Smith and Ferguson there are still twelve inmates unaccounted for."

"Christ…" Vera said as she rubbed her face. "I was just informed of a call to emergency services alerting them to a transport van spotted not too far from the port."

"The port? What, are they trying to get away by boat?" Will asked.

"It's a possibility. In any case, the police are on its trail… But something's telling me this riot was planned… A well calculated distraction," Vera added as her eyes scanned the muster point filled with the inmates that had been caught outside of the prison.

"I was thinking the same thing…"

"What's your reasoning?"

"For starters, look at the timing, the night before Ferguson's trial, the trial that's more than set to put her away for good. Bit of a coincidence isn't it?"

"Exactly my point. No other way out for her and she realized it. Smith finally had her where we all wanted her… I mean, please, taking out Lawson to get his swipe card and keys with a hammer stolen from the maintenance room? Overriding the security gates to release all the prisoners and grant them access to absolutely every area of the building? Disabling the radios, cameras, and duress signals? It's… I mean… Smith was vulnerable. She had no chance in hell…"

"VERA!"

Vera turned to see an angry Channing approaching her.

"And let's not forget, this wouldn't be the first time Ferguson tries to make us all look like shit," Vera said to Will before walking over towards Channing.

…

Bea pushed a door that was slightly cracked open to a separate area near the back of the warehouse. She peeked inside to see that it was completely dark before reaching out to feel along the wall next to the door with the back of her hand. Bea found the light switch and flipped it on. Realizing the area was empty, she stepped inside and quietly shut the door behind her. She raised her arm to cover her nose and mouth and stifle her cough as the stench of the room hit her. Apart from the boxes stacked inside against a wall, the only other thing in the room was a table with industrial adhesives, hammers, and saws on it, a gas can and a container of bleach underneath it. Bea lowered her arm and walked around the area, her eyes scanning the entire space while carefully avoiding any of the blood on the floor as she made her way to the other side of the room, the foul odor becoming stronger and stronger the farther she walked.

As she walked while looking down at the floor, Bea came across a small red candle. Her heart sank as she bent over and picked it up, her eyes beginning to water when she saw the black, burnt wick. Bea put the candle in her pocket and kept moving forward, turning the corner and continuing to walk before finally stopping as the smell became unbearable when she approached something covered by a bloody tarp. Bea placed the gun in her pocket before she pushed the tarp back to reveal a large disposal bin holding multiple soiled, bloody, and motionless bodies. Without a second thought, Bea reached inside the ghastly, gory, and spine-chilling bin to move one body aside and pull out the only one she cared about as she began to cry.

Bea carried Allie away from the bin, ducking underneath a shelf and sitting down against the wall without letting go of her. Bea took the gun out of her pocket and set it down next to her. She hugged Allie as tightly as she could, as she broke down and rocked her back and forth. Bea held her and looked down at Allie, caressing her face, stroking the bruised and bloody areas around her eyes and her temples, and running her thumb over her torn and bloody lips as she tried to speak, her breathing quick and shallow, her voice cracking.

"Allie… Allie, it's me… Allie, I'm here…"

Bea softly patted Allie's face, doing her best to not hurt her anymore as she hopelessly tried to get a reaction out of her.

"Beautiful, you can wake up now, okay? You're stronger than this… Allie… Allie, please wake up… Please don't leave me…"

Bea hugged Allie again, crying into her shoulder as her racing heart pounded in her ears. She pulled her back and looked down at Allie again, grabbing her hand and running her thumb over her ring. She brought Allie's hand to her lips and placed a kiss on it. Bea interlocked her fingers with Allie's and held her hand as tightly as she could.

"Allie… I'm sorry… Allie… You promised you'd wait for me, remember? Allie, you promised… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

Bea gently wiped away the tears that had fallen on Allie's face. She then wiped away the tears from her own eyes, trying her best to force a smile as she held Allie.

"…It's gonna be okay."

Bea hugged Allie with all her strength one last time, kissing her on her forehead before she forced herself to let go of her. She gently laid Allie down on the floor in front of her, carefully pushing the loose strands of hair away from her face with her shaking fingers and tucking them behind her ears. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the candle before rolling up Allie's sleeve and placing it inside the dirty and bloody cast covering her left arm. She rolled Allie's sleeve down again and then pulled out the syringe Kaz had given her, taking the cap off of it before rolling up her own right sleeve, stopping for a second to run her fingers over her tattoo as she continued to cry. Bea held Allie's left hand again with her right hand as strongly as she could, leaning over to quietly speak to her.

"Wait for me, okay? You promised… Allie, please wait for me… I'll… I'll be with you soon… And… We'll run away together… I promise… I love you, beautiful girl."

Bea gripped Allie's hand as she brought the syringe to her forearm and injected herself, pressing down on the plunger as she watched the barrel empty. She kissed Allie's hand before gently placing it at her side and letting her go. Bea capped the syringe and placed it in her pocket. She rolled her sleeve down, covering her hand again before picking up the gun. Bea rose up from the floor, and stepped out from underneath the shelf, looking back at Allie one last time as she wiped her eyes before walking away from her.

…

Maxine, Liz, and Boomer sat in the common area of H1, watching the current chaotic state of their prison through the eyes of the media, while Sonia sat at the table, reading a book. Reporters focused on the incompetence of the prison staff, cited the untrue horrible conditions the inmates lived under that would lead to the unrest, and speculated about the objectives of the riot, all the reports being simple conjecture as no prison official had made an official statement to the press. The women couldn't help but laugh as they discussed each ridiculous theory.

As they continued watching, Jake and Doreen walked by their unit. Maxine, Liz, and Boomer all stood up as Jake unlocked the gate and opened it to let Doreen pass through.

"Thank you," Doreen said before walking to hug Liz.

"Is there any news about Bea, Mr. Stewart?" Maxine asked.

"…No… No, unfortunately," Jake responded.

Jake looked up at the clock, his eyes then going to the floor as he took a deep breath and realized he had missed his window to leave to pay off Turk and Vic in time. He looked back up and turned his attention towards the television.

"What are they saying?" Jake asked, pointing towards the television.

Maxine turned towards the television and then back to him. She shrugged and shook her head.

"Nonsense mostly."

Jake nodded before looking down the hall in both directions. He stepped into the unit and closed the gate behind him. Jake walked past the women to the common area and sat down in a chair, crossing his arms as he watched the news report. The women all looked at each other, clearly confused by his action. Sonia observed him for a few seconds before she stood up and approached him.

"Would you like some tea, Mr. Stewart?" she asked.

Jake looked up at her, his eyes watering as he quickly nodded his head.

"Yes. Thank you, Ms. Stevens."

Sonia nodded and headed towards the kitchen, gently squeezing his shoulder as she walked by him. Liz, Boomer, Doreen, and Maxine all looked at each other. Doreen went into her cell and shut the door behind her, lying down on her bed to get much needed rest. Maxine and Liz sat down at the table, and Boomer walked over to sit down on the sofa close to Jake, looking from him to the television.

"I, uh… I like your pants, Mr. Stewart," Boomer said.

Sonia spun around and Maxine and Liz stared at the two of them. Jake turned to look at Boomer, who seemed to be afraid of his reaction. A small smile came over his face before he began laughing and leaned over to pat Boomer's leg. He leaned back in his chair, laughing for a few more seconds before bringing his hands to his face and beginning to cry into them.

"No, no, no! I'm not making fun of you! They're really nice pants, Mr. Stewart!" Boomer cried out as she stood up, waving her hands in front of him.

Maxine and Liz walked over to Jake, all the women mouthing to each other and asking one another what to do. Boomer hesitated before she lightly patted Jake on his shoulder. Noticing he didn't oppose, Maxine followed suit and began patting Jake on his back. Sonia smiled at the display before walking over and standing in front of Jake, pulling his hand away from his face and handing him the cup of tea.

"Thank…Thank you," Jake sniffled as he took the mug.

"It'll be okay, Mr. Stewart," Sonia said.

Jake looked up at Sonia before looking around at all the women and nodding.

…

Bea walked past the bin and stopped to look inside at the other bodies, the odor no longer affecting her. As she began to walk again, she stopped in her tracks when she heard voices.

"Where are you, Jakey?" Turk called out as he opened the door to the separate area and set the body bag down on the floor.

"Turk… Turk, I'm starting to think that maybe Jake's not in here… He would've said something by now," Vic said as he looked around.

Turk turned back to look at him before looking around the room.

"Go check outside," Turk ordered.

Vic nodded and hurried back out into the main area of the warehouse in the direction of the door. Turk pulled out a gun and took the safety off. He walked towards the end of the room, holding his gun out as he quickly rounded the corner. He stopped and lowered the gun before he continued forward, as nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He walked past the tarp-covered bin, slowing when he noticed something underneath the shelf along the wall ahead of him.

Turk carefully came closer, and before he could say anything upon seeing Allie, Bea shot him in both of his legs and once in his back. Turk fell to the floor face first, screaming, shaking, and bleeding. Bea threw the tarp completely off and climbed out of the bin and ran over to take his gun, ensuring she picked it up through her sleeve and remained out of his sight before running back and rounding the corner. Bea threw the syringe on the table, dropped Turk's gun, and kicked it towards the wall underneath the table, only to stumble and have to lean against the beam in the room as the effects of the injection began to kick in.

Vic was about to unlock the door when he heard the gunshots. He dropped his bat on the floor and pulled out a gun.

"Turk! Turk, what happened? Are you all right?" he yelled out.

Vic made his way back towards the room, holding his gun out before he went back inside. He walked slowly towards the other end of the room and turned the corner, rushing up to Turk as he looked in all directions.

"Fuck, what happened?! Turk?! Turk, talk to me! Who did this?!"

"Jake… He… He's in here…" Turk stammered as he shook and pointed towards the shelf.

When Vic saw Allie underneath the shelf, he ran his hand through his hair. He looked back down at Turk.

"Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

Vic ran back and kept his gun held in front of him as he exited the room back into the main area of the warehouse.

"So! You think you can just kill us, you fucking piece of shit? Come out and try me, you fucking coward!" Vic yelled as he began to walk towards the door, turning in all directions as he did so.

Her vision becoming blurry, Bea kept her distance as she followed Vic, hiding among the shelves, ducking behind boxes, and remaining out of sight. Vic made it to the door and frantically tried to unlock it as he held the gun out and continued to point it in all directions. Bea made her way towards him, now struggling to walk. Once she felt she was close enough to get a good shot, Bea lifted the gun and fired it in his direction twice as Vic threw the door open, missing as he ran out and slammed the door behind him. He ran to enter his car, started it, and sped off.

Bea nearly fell but held herself up by leaning on a shelf for support. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and opened them up again, trying to find the strength to keep going. Bea practically dragged her feet as she made her way down the long aisle back to Ferguson, all the while looking down at the floor. She nearly fell, again stopping to grab onto the shelves next to her for support before she ultimately collapsed as she heard a helicopter flying over.

Bea let go of the gun and pushed it to slide it forwards before she placed her hands on the cold floor and dragged herself in the same direction. She covered the gun with her hand again and slid it forward before dragging herself towards it again. As she was about to slide the gun forward again, she screamed when the metal baseball bat was brought down on her back.

Bea gripped the gun and rolled over before Ferguson quickly kicked it out of her hand. Ferguson raised the bat again, and Bea rapidly lifted her left arm to shield her face as Ferguson brought it down on her, the force of the vicious strike immediately shattering her bone and splitting her forearm in two. Bea cried out from the excruciating pain as her disfigured arm fell to the side. Out of breath, Ferguson smiled as she walked over to place her right foot down on Bea's left arm, enjoying the piercing cries that came out of her as she applied pressure on it.

"You know, Smith," Ferguson began over Bea's screams. "We're alike, you and I… We will do whatever it takes to get what we want… And when the opportunity arises to get what we want… We will stop at nothing to seize it."

Ferguson lifted her left foot and stomped down on Bea's chest three times with all her strength, remaining completely unfazed by the cracking sound and ensuing screams she heard.

"There have been a lot of moving pieces in our long game of chess… We've played so many pawns to learn one another's strategies… relied on so many knights to defend ourselves… and you were even ruthless enough to sacrifice your queen…"

Ferguson threw the bat as far away as possible and walked over to the gun. Bea forced herself up off the floor and ran to throw herself on Ferguson from behind as she was bending over to pick up the gun. Bea hooked her right arm around Ferguson's neck, holding onto her with all her might. Ferguson backed up and pushed Bea back into the wall, having to slam her back three times before she finally loosened her hold. As Ferguson pulled Bea's arm off of her, she quickly spun around, thrust the gun into Bea's abdomen, and pulled the trigger.

Ferguson held her pushed up against the wall, both women looking into each other's eyes as Bea began to convulse. A smile crept over Ferguson's face as she took pleasure in the pain in Bea's eyes. Bea lifted her right hand and wrapped her arm around Ferguson's neck, desperately clinging to her as she rested her head on Ferguson's shoulder. Ferguson held onto Bea as she carefully lowered her and set her down on the floor on her back and stood over her, her feet on either side of Bea, enjoying the sight of Bea bleeding out beneath her. Ferguson raised the gun again and aimed it down at Bea's forehead.

"Godspeed, Queen Bea."

Ferguson pulled the trigger. Despite the grueling and horrifying pain in her arm, her back, her stomach, and her chest, Bea began to quietly laugh as she watched the confusion come over Ferguson as she went to pull the trigger a second and then a third time. She released the magazine from the gun into her hand, only to realize there were no more bullets inside.

Ferguson pushed the magazine back into the gun and looked around the area. She looked back down at Bea, who was still shaking but smiling as Ferguson began to slowly back away from her. Suddenly, Bea kicked Ferguson in both her legs with all her force, causing Ferguson to fall face first on top of her before Bea quickly wrapped her disfigured arm around Ferguson's neck and interlocked it with her right arm, ignoring the extraordinary pain as she held onto Ferguson. She wrapped her legs around Ferguson, holding onto her with what little strength she had left.

Ferguson hit her head with the gun and pushed back against Bea with her other hand. She began punching Bea in her stomach and chest, digging her fingers into her bullet wound, but ultimately failing to get Bea to release her hold on her. When Bea heard shouting outside, she finally let go of Ferguson, letting her legs and arms fall to the floor. When the door was thrown open, Ferguson looked up to see armed police officers rush into the warehouse. She looked back down at Bea, who softly smiled up at her.

"Checkmate…" Bea whispered before closing her eyes.

The officers screamed at Ferguson, holding rifles up to her and commanding her to drop the gun. Ferguson let go of the gun and began trying to speak as she sat up off of Bea, her words falling on deaf ears as an officer grabbed her and threw her down on the floor to handcuff her, as a swarm of officers began to run through the warehouse, as the sirens of the emergency vehicles drowned out her futile cries for help.