AN: Hey guys, I have some bad news and some good news. Bad news: because of complications with my living arrangements I probably won't be able to get online for a while. Good(ish) news: because of that I'm posting this chapter early and am going to put up chapter 13 too. If I can get to a computer/online there will be a chapter Friday, but no promises.

***Miles***

I woke up to find a dull ache had spread through all my limbs. The last thing I remembered was the Walrider leaving and going off on its own for a while, so I checked to see if it had gotten back.

Hey, anyone home.

…Yes.

OK, for future reference, no skulking around hospitals while I'm unconscious!

But I found some useful information.

I may have been in a bad mood from its little field trip, but I still wanted to know what was going on.

Fine, what?

Suddenly I knew a whole slew of information. It was as if I just clicked a light on and immediately saw a new room in my own house.

First off, Waylon was alive, but drugged up, he'd been shot too.

Second, those two 'agents' were assholes, and I still doubted they were FBI , either way the man's name was Agent Drayer and the woman was called Agent Figueroa. There had been an argument between them and Sheriff Stiles.

They were insisting that me and Waylon should be transferred over to a hospital in Denver, for 'security'. The sheriff didn't buy it and told them that this clinic was just fine. Figueroa looked like she was about to claw the sheriff but was stopped by a phone call, which caused her to pull Drayer back as well. Before Walrider followed those two to find out what was going on Dr. Fin walked up and immediately told the Sheriff that something was definitely going on.

"Waylon Park had the same story as Miles, and there's no way the two planned this out before hand."

"Don't tell me you were talking to him too Fin, those guys are criminals, they'll do anything to get out of a sticky situation."

"Sheriff, listen to me! Waylon said that there were kids at stake!"

She stopped cold "He threatened children?" her voice had dropped an octave

Why do people react like that when children are involved.

Shhhh! I'm thinking.

…

"No, he has kids, and there's been no mention of them anywhere, you were part of the raid, did you see them?"

"No. There were none there. He's trying to save his own skin, I'm telling you"

"Is not! There was no way he was acting, you didn't see him Sheriff, he looked like he'd been through hell and wasn't quite back yet. Besides…"

"What?" she sounded horribly impatient

"We still have the cadavers down in the freezer, right?"

"…ya, what of 'em?"

"He said he had a wife, Lisa? Did we get an ID on the Jane Doe they brought in?"

The sheriff was silent for a moment.

"Sheriff?"

I have a bad feeling about this.

"Agent Drayer brought in an ID from the basement when he brought Waylon up. It belonged to Lisa Park."

The doctors face sunk "Damn…"

"That doesn't mean he's not trying to get out of this." The sheriff snapped back. "Yes it's a tragedy, but those two still robbed a bank and shot a man on the way out. That and you didn't see the aftermath of what went on, the way the two agents are talking Waylon is the mastermind, but it's Miles that seems to have the violent streak. I don't even know how he did it, but he killed Bronce and Fox, took Coopers' hand off too. Don't talk to them anymore than you have to."

"But sheriff, there's something going on here."

"I mean it Fin, let it go."

The young doctor simmered for a bit and looked like he wanted to retort back, but ended up saying only "Fine."

Damn, this was serious. I needed a way out of this place, I had to get the cameras and get that footage out to the public. After that I would work on clearing my name and bringing Murkoff down.

Then we can hunt them down like the dogs they are.

No. I'm not going on a killing spree, I'm getting evidence and bringing them down legally, but I wouldn't mind roughing some of them up first…

That we can do.

I took a look around the room, peering at the cop by the door. I seemed to remember that Dr. Fin had dropped by and told the cop to let him know as soon as I woke up. Just like last time the cop knocked on the window behind him, letting the other two cops outside know to call Fin.

"Hey" I said to him "how long have I been out?"

He didn't respond to me.

"Oh come on, I don't bite, even if I did I couldn't reach you from all the way over here."

He huffed out a sigh "It's ten AM, Thursday"

"When did I get in?"

"Five AM Wednesday."

Ok, let me think, it was Monday night when I went into Mount Massive, Tuesday when I came out, I was unconscious all of yesterday. How much shit could Murkoff have gotten done in that amount of time?

…

Things were getting worse by the second. I figured I might as well tap into my trusty reporter skills and see what I could get out of the cop while I was here.

"So, what's your name?"

"I don't want to be talking to you." He drove the antisocial point home by crossing his arms and scowling. It looked like he was trying, and failing, to imitate the Sheriffs intimidating presence.

"Well, that's fine, I'll just blather on for a while, never mind me." I find that people can't help themselves after a while and respond whether they mean to or not, so I continued on "I'm Miles, pretty sure you know that. Ya, so the sheriffs a charming lady, eh?"

"Don't say anything about Julie!"

"Julie Stiles. Sounds like a cop name."

His eyes got a bit wider when he realized he gave out his bosses full name to me.

"Hey, you leave her out of this."

"Well aren't you defensive. You ask me and she looks like a lady that can take care of herself."

His eye narrowed and he uncrossed his arms "Is that a threat?"

"No, not at all. I'm strapped to a bed; I'm in no place to be threatening anyone."

But this is so easy to get out of

"Besides, I'm not a violent man, and I would only get my ass handed to me in a brawl."

He was walking towards the bed at this point "Listen you piece of-"

"Hey I need to talk to- Oh, hey Joe, what are you doing?" Dr. Fin had practically burst through the door, if I didn't know any better I'd say he sprinted here.

'Joe' turned around to see eye to eye with the doctor. "I was just… chatting with Miles."

"Yep, you're a wonderful conversationalist." I made sure to give him the biggest most sincere smile I could offer.

Fin stood in confusion for a split second only to usher Joe from the room.

"Sorry, I've got to discuss confidential patient information, medical history and all that."

"But-"

"Sorry, I've got to insist this time. Talk to you later."

"I mean-"

"Bye!" the young man slammed the door shut then rushed to my side and pulled the curtain.

"Does Waylon have kids?"

"Oh hi, nice to see you too."

"I really, really need to know." He looked panicked and like he hadn't slept last night.

"Yes" he was checking whether or not Waylon had been telling him the truth, I knew it.

His eyes got wide.

"Hey dock?"

"…Ya?"

I held my silence a bit longer I should have "Everything Waylon told you was true, I swear. Also, don't trust Agent Drayer or Figueroa, they don't seem like real FBI agents to me."

"What are you trying to-"

"Listen, I don't think that things are on the up and up here. If Waylon's kids have gone missing I'm sure Murkoff has to do with it, and Agent Drayers the one who brought him in, so I think he's in with the corporation. Probably Figueroa too."

He seemed to have trouble swallowing or taking a breath. "If they aren't FBI, then that would mean that… wait. How did you know Waylon's kids were missing?"

Fuck. "um…. I hadn't heard about them?"

"That doesn't explain why-"

"Fin!"

The curtain was whipped to the side revealing Sheriff Stiles and Joe the cop. Dr. Fin looked like he was about to shit a brick, I'm sure I didn't have the brightest look on my face either.

"I told you not to talk to him." She was clearly furious, but still had a stern undertone to her voice.

"But Sheriff, there's something going on here, and he knows what it is!"

"Hey!" that was me.

All three of them immediately looked straight at me.

"You don't get a say in this." That was the sheriff.

"No you don't get it, this is important! The Murkoff Corporation is breaking dozens of laws right now! I have proof, it's in the video cameras. I know you have them in evidence!"

"What's in evidence isn't your problem, Fin give him some meds to calm him down."

"I don't want any meds!" the bag of morphine popped and one of the screens fizzled and started smoking.

I could hear static raging though it was clear that no one else did.

The sheriff took charge "Joe, get an orderly in here to clean this up. Fin, fix this"

"Sheriff, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, ever sense you walked in here his condition has gotten worse."

"He's my prisoner, and I'm not going anywhere" she was absolute.

We could just kill them both.

"What I say here goes, this is a hospital, I'm a doctor, and this is my patient!"

It would be easy, maybe the man would scream.

"This is my county, I'm the sheriff, and he's my prisoner."

The woman might be quite, but more entertaining.

"Shut up! We're not killing anybody, so stop asking!"

But-

"No buts!"

I took a shuddering breath, only to realize that they had stopped yelling and started looking at me.

I stared back dumbly before stammering out "well, this is awkward"