John stood by the door in the hallway. He dropped the man's body from the stairwell into the doorframe to draw Motkova's men from the room. He readied himself as he heard the footsteps approaching. The first man to show himself John easily shot. He knew the next would not be as easy. He crouched down as he expected them to have guns raised expecting him to be standing. He saw two men charge into the darkened hallway with guns held and pointed at the height of a standing man. He shot one in the leg and the other in the neck. They both dropped as three more men charged into the hall. He shot the first two as he charged the third grabbing is arm and twisting the gun from it. He then pinned him to the ground and sending a bullet into his head. He then shot the other two injured men for good measure. He stood and listened to the silence from the other room. He heard two shots and rushed to the room. In a split second he saw two men on the floor as Evie stood with a gun in her hand. She brought it up to point at the remaining two men to her right. John shot them both as he saw them ready to shoot her. Evie turned pointing the gun at John. Her face showed a mix of tears and ferocity. As her eyes met John's, nothing changed. She stood staring at him with gun drawn.

"Evie." He said lowering his gun. She kept hers pointed at him and said nothing. He knew she had reason to keep it pointed at him. "Evie, I need to get you out of here."

"I'm not going anywhere." She said as he took a step towards her. "Please, I don't want to shoot you." She said. She didn't. She wasn't even sure why she was pointing it at him. He took a few more steps towards her. "John." She warned. "Don't."

"I'm sorry, Evie. This wasn't supposed to happen." He said watching her closely. She wanted to believe him. She wanted someone she could trust. Someone who wouldn't hurt her. That seemed impossible now. Her eyes dropped to the body of her fallen father and the man named Motkova. John approached closer as her eyes left him and rested on the fallen men. Her eyes caught his movement. John stopped as the 'click' of her empty gun broke the silence. She stared at John in shock as she dropped the gun. He walked to her and took her hand. "Evie." She looked at him as tears fell down her cheeks. She felt betrayed by her own emotions and thankful the gun had been empty.

"You can't save me now." She said looking down at his hand that gripped hers. "Go." She said as she looked up at him. He brought his hand up and gently brushed the tears from her cheek.

"Not without you." He said.

She nodded allowing him once again to lead her from the carnage. This time the blood was on her hands as she looked back at her father and Motkova.

Back at the hotel Evie sat and stared out to the sky. She felt numb. She'd rather not feel.

John unstrapped his guns and laid them on the bed in his room. He saw Evie on the couch. She looked empty. It had been so long since he remembered the shock of taking someone's life. He knew she felt responsible for someone's death but until you are actually the one pulling the trigger, there is always the hope that it's not your responsibility. He didn't know her story, she had only shared her pain. He gathered some ice into a cloth for her to put on her bruised cheek and lip.

"Evie." He said handing her the iced towel. She didn't look at him. He sat next to her on the couch.

"I killed them. You asked if someone made me feel responsible for someone's death." She said keeping her gaze fixed on the sky. "I lived with the guilt of running from my home that night." she said looking at him. "The night you killed her." she said with tears welling in her eyes.

All these years he never faced the aftermath. Here before him sat a woman that he was ready to take a chance on. He was fond of her. There was something about her that made him want to know more. But now, his past would once again remind him of the consequences of this life.

"I've never regretted my decisions, Evie, not until now." he said.

"I've been haunted by mine." she said. "Every man I have known has dictated to me what my choices were. I was always a means to an end. I was never loved for who I am." she said wiping a tear. "I was never loved." She said turning to John. "Damn you for giving me hope." she said returning her gaze to the window.

He wasn't sure what to say. He had saved her, he thought, but now, it felt as though he had damned her. He wanted to help her out of this life and now she was part of this life. She killed Motkova and that would have consequences. John let the front desk know he needed to see management as soon as convenient. John saw Evie was scraping at her scar.

"You'll need a place to stay." he said.

She looked at him

"I need to handle some unfinished business." he said.

She ignored him as she continued to scratch her scar. John reached over and took her hand in his. She looked at him clearly irritated. Her irritation subsided as she saw a tear fall from his eye as he looked at her scar. Part of her realized that the man who killed her mother couldn't be the same man who sat here with her. He had gotten out of all of this. The way he had shown care and concern for her began without obligation. He could've walked away at any point. He could've taken advantage of her but he didn't. He treated her like no other had, with care, concern, and respect.

"I need time." she said as he looked up at her. He nodded.

The room phone rang. She was thankful for the distraction as he got up to answer it. She heard him thank someone.

"Management is ready to meet."he said.

Evie stood in silence to follow him. She couldn't recover from this. She didn't see how. She meant it when she told John he couldn't save her. What hurt the most was that there was a time she thought he could.