Wanted Recovery

Ch. 6 Where Fate Leads

As Fox stood for her former leader, her thoughts began to question. She I have done this? Now what do I do? Where should I go? How will I survive?

Wesley had her the single shot, and finally turned the corner to see if their plan had worked. As he came down the stairs he noticed that Fox was not moving. She stood frozen in wonder. He walked up to her, and said "It's over. We are free. We don't have to worry about anyone trying to kill us anymore."

His words were not getting through. She just stood there staring at another person she had killed. Another dead body, because of her. She missed her simple life of here is your target. Execute them. Now she had no schedule of work, training, and sleep. No one telling her what to do.

Wesley did the only thing he could think of. He embraced her in his arms. She melted on him, and began to sob. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, and said "We will be OK. We can go, and live our lives together. We can be happy."

She sobbed "But... We... Don't …Have... Anything.. No money... no food... and no home. How... can... we... live... with... out... that... stuff? How... can... we... be... happy?"

Wesley hooked a finger under her chin, and pulled it up. He spoke softy, "I have you, and that is all I need to be happy. I love you." Then he placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.

She slowly began to calm down, and said, "I love you too, but I am scared."

He reassured her, "We will be OK, but we can't stay here. Can you search upstairs for anything we can use. Cash and stuff. I will search down here. Five minutes then we get the car, and leave. OK?"

Fox shook her head, and proceeded up the stair to search. When they meet at the front door she had a small duffel bag of the guns and ammo that Sloan had hid in his secret room. Wesley threw several stacks of cash into the bag, and keys to Sloan's car. He also had several passports and other documents that he found in Sloan's office.

They headed for the garage, and found Sloan's Mercedes. Wesley tossed Fox the keys, and got in. Fox pushed the garage door open, and once the door was up she took off. A couple blocks from the house police cars started flying past them.

"Well the cable guy managed to call the cops. Good for him." Wesley said in a satisfied voice.

They got to the next town, and Fox pulled into a parking lot. She turned to Wesley and asked, "So where are going. I can't just drive without a destination."

Wesley took her hands in his and said, "We can go anywhere. Is there a place you have always wanted to live? We can go there and start new lives."

Fox considered the places in her head. Then said, "How about some place with a beach?"

"Well we can work with that. So south we go." He told her.

They drove for several day down I-95 until Fox stopped at a truck stop, and pointed to the bill board. It was an ad for Daytona Beach. Wesley retorted, "I here the weather is nice there this time of year."

Fox just looked at Wesley and said, "Now you will have a reason to where shades like mine."

They got back in the car and drove to a smaller town near Daytona Beach, and stopped at a small road side dinner to eat.

The dinner was small, but it had a life to it. As they walk in they see the middle aged waitress yelling at the old cook. The old people that look like they have lived in the dinner since birth. Some local kids hanging out in a booth. Now the boys are staring a Fox, and their girlfriends are punching them when they realize what the boys are looking at. Then they continue to squawk about life in this town.

Fox and Wesley sit down in a booth, and the waitress walks over and asks, "Well hello. What can I get you?"

Fox asks, "You don't have tea here do you?"

The waitress says back, "No. You must be tourists. You two getting lost in Florida? We don't get to many tourist from the beach."

Now Wesley answers her, "No we actually just packed up, and decided to go looking for a place to call home. You know any apartment around that are open?"

"Well ain't that special. You two married? Looking for house? I got my dad's old place I could rent or sell you." the waitress happily said.

"We aren't married, and we don't have a lot of money right now. We need somewhere cheap until we can find jobs." Fox explained.

The waitress be ever helpful asked, "What kind of work you looking for? I got an opening for a waitress, and I think Frank is looking for someone to help at the hardware store."

Fox and Wesley look at each other. Silently questioning the other if this would work?

Fox spoke first, "How much would rent be for your dad's house?"

She replied, "Oh heck. We can deal with that later. My names Barb. What's yours."

"Mine's Fox, and this is Wesley." She answered back.

"Well Fox, that a nickname or what? The way the boys looked at you I think they think your name is FOXY."

"Yeah its a nickname. My real name is Francess, but every one has always called me Fox."

"Well its a name. So why don't I get you some food, and afterward we can talk about the job and the house." She said pleasantly.

So Wesley and Fox ordered their food, and talked about what there life could be like here.

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