Umm. I know that you people are watching the story. Please review. Oh. I read the book and it really made me mad. What's with that? The ending doesn't really tell you a definite thing other than that Teasle dies! Grrrr….

"Rambo! I know you can hear me!" I shouted into the woods. Desperate to get him out of here and out of here fast; a hand snaked around my head and I had to dig my fingernails into my hand in order to stop myself from injuring him just on reflex.

"Shut up." I smiled against his hand. At least he was reacting to my actions. "You go back to wherever the hell you came from and leave me alone." The smile quickly disappeared and I bit his hand.

"Not without getting you out of here. I have a house a couple miles from here. We can go there, Trautman is supposed to be coming to get you-" my head snapped to the side with the force of the slap that was dealt to me.

"I don't need your fucking help. Not now, not ever." I held my cheek and lifted teary eyes to his hardened black ones.

"Yes you do. Don't you realize that you at least need ammo? I'm willing to go into this with you if that's what it takes to insure your safety, but not blindly and stupidly. Let's go back to my house and get the ammo."

"I said I don't need your f-ing help!"

***

I knew that this was crucial. I was spending too much time. They would be on me soon if I didn't get out of here. I realized she was of course, correct. I had little chance if they brought anyone else in, with the weapons that I had.

"Don't lie to yourself Johnny. You need weapons and ammo if you plan on not escaping and possibly winning this skirmish."

"Okay. Let's just go back to the bikes. Get back to them and go to this house of yours."

"Good plan." She smiled and I knew that she thought that she had won, and truly in a sense she had.

***

Where had the kid gone? I had men searching the hills. It was almost dark and none of them were as nonchalant as they had been when this had started out. They were scared as they had a right to be. I was about pissing my leg myself.

I heard the faint sound of dirt bikes and instantly thought that the kid had somehow slipped past us, but then I realized that it was impossible with the two of them. They would have been easily noticeable especially with the bright white that Maggie's coat was.

I looked back towards the way I had come, half expecting to see Maggie and the kid bursting through the trees, raining lead down on us and obliterating the police force of Basalt county as it was known today.

The men had noticed my staring and like me had stopped. "Well!? Keep moving, the more we move, the more he has to!" I didn't quite mean what the words meant, but they seemed to and they started moving suddenly, as if they had finally had the caffeine from this morning's coffee kick in they started running through the forest like the idiots that they were.

***

I was sure I looked comical with my small frame almost completely covered in gear. I looked ready for a drop, but in truth I didn't want to think about that while I was still at home. I looked at his torn and ragged clothes and walked upstairs to my room, opening the dresser that I had long ago loaded with clothes that I thought would be used when I was finally a civilian and I had found John again.

"What are you doing?" He looked at the fresh pair of blue jeans and clean and definitely not cotton shirt along with a replica of his army jacket that was of course loaded with weapons and ammo.

"I'm getting new clothes for you, I'm not going to let you go in with a tank top on, the weather gets to be freezing at nights." I grabbed a bullet proof vest out of another drawer and handed it to him.

"You seem to be prepared… for what? Is trouble a common thing around here?" I shook my head.

"I'm going back in a few weeks. I was getting my things ready."

"Back?"

"Yeah, I'm not a civilian." There was a sharp inhale that indicated that he thought I had just been sitting around while he basically walked around the country.

"Huh. So that's why the F.B.I hasn't broken down you door because of the firearms that you have stockpiled here."

I turned and twirled a piece of hair. "How can I help you?" I deepened my voice "Do you know that these are dangerous?" I continued to twirl the piece of my hair. "Only to you." He laughed.

"Point taken. The F.B.I doesn't want to break down your door." He took the clothes and walked into the other room and the rustle of clothes let me know that he was changing. He came back in not looking much bulkier than he had before only more clean cut.

"Anything else you need? I'd gladly let you borrow my shower…" he shook his head and went back towards the door. "So we are going to do this? Even though we could easily just wait it out here? I could take you back to Ft. Bragg, they've been looking for you. Did you know that?" He walked closer to me and I could tell that he was going to say something important when the shrill ring of the telephone made both of us jump.

"You better get that." He turned around and shuffled around near the door. My shoulders slumped because I knew that whatever he was going to say, I would never hear.

"Ortega speaking."

"Good to speak to you again when our time was cut short last time." I recognized Trautman's voice automatically and covered the earpiece looking around to see where Rambo was. I had a feeling he wouldn't be too happy that I had taken action toward his safety.

***

I heard the male voice from the other end of the phone and I gripped the small porcelain cat that I wasn't sure fit in with the rest of Maggie's otherwise empty of decoration house. It wouldn't doo for me to break it so I set it down and walked over to where Maggie was, completely aware that she didn't want me to hear the conversation that she was having with this man. I pulled the phone away from her small hands and as I did I saw not only her ring but mine flashing in the electric lighting.

"Maggie, you have to get him away from there. Now. Maggie, are you listening to me?" Trautman. She had already called him about me. Typical overanxious Ortega.

"I thought it was improper of you to call any of us by our first names? No, she can't come to the phone right now, and later you will get the answering machine." I hung up the phone and turned to Maggie, all thoughts of giving this up and just going to the Fort gone now. She had contacted the bastard before me.

"We're leaving and we're leaving now." She started to make noises of t protest but I grabbed her arm and led her out the door putting her near her bike and I hopped onto mine. "We're going back into war together." She looked at me with wide eyes and I could only imagine what I looked like. I smirked down at her.

***

I knew I should have just stopped the car and taken him from the sheriff. He's lost it. The wild look in his eyes I had only seen from a hiding spot away from my 'burial' spot. I now knew that there was nothing that I could do now. He'd let the thing inside him that yearned for conflict and war, have complete control.

***

We now had the advantage over the stupid policemen. They had no clue that we weren't in the woods and from the sound of the shots in the woods, they were finishing each other off from being jittery. I stayed ahead of Maggie while going a slow pace, I wanted to be able to come back to the bikes later.

Maggie conducted herself like the professional that I knew that she was. She didn't look at me for any guidance. She knew what she was doing and I was almost proud of her for that. But then I looked at the infernal braid that went down her back. I somehow knew that that was going to cause some trouble of it's own here.

"You're going to need to cut your hair." She looked at me with a look that was so comical that I almost laughed. "I'm serious. You can't keep it like that."

"Is that so?" She didn't believe me and continued going. I had warned her. I had tried to convince her to cut it for the three brief years that we had fought together. She hadn't given in.

I heard another shot, this one was closer. Maggie hopped off her bike and put it into the weeds. Proceeding into the brush at a hurried pace. Another shot and I glanced up. I was wrong, they weren't picking each other off, they had found us.

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