Jason waited nervously in his tent, pacing the small area. He knew it was only a matter of time before his father put it together and realized who'd helped Charlie and stolen the papers. He kicked himself mentally. "Should've gone with her." he thought. "What the hell was I thinking, coming back?"

There were guards outside, he could leave only in their company. Finding a way to ditch them would be the only way out.

"What'd you do, keep all of Maggie's things?" Aaron asked Charlie.

"No. Just some of them." she retorted. "It's my pack anyway, I didn't ask any of you to carry it."

"She meant a lot to you, didn't she?" Rachel remarked softly, looking at the small pile of belongings.

"Yeah." Charlie picked through the things that Miles had dumped on the ground. Everything she owned fit inside the pack and was now scattered. "Hey, look. There are some bandages. I thought it was all gone.

"Good." Miles took it from her. "Any kind of med left?"

She shook her head, "No, the bottles are empty." She started to put her things back in the pack, going slowly since she could only use one hand.

"Here, let me help." Rachel offered, picking up a small cloth pouch. "What's in this?"

"Maggie's ring and necklace. Danny's necklace. They're mine." she snatched the bag away.

"Okay." Rachel didn't say anything else.

Aaron picked up a few things and stuffed them back in the pack. "Rachel, don't ask her about Maggie. Please?" he said, quietly so Charlie wouldn't hear. "She's lost a lot in the past few months, she doesn't talk about it because she's a tough kid, but she doesn't need reminded either."

"I have the right to know about the woman who raised my kids."

"No. No, you don't. Especially not like this and not now. Just leave Charlie alone about it until she wants to talk to you." Aaron wasn't backing down.

Rachel opened her mouth to say something but caught sight of Charlie looking at them. "Everything packed up?" she asked, a bit too cheerful.

Neville was even more angry then he had been, if that was even possible. If it hadn't been enough the girl had gotten free, he'd just discovered the theft in his own office. A whole sheath of paper was missing off his desk. Only a handful of his men even had admittance to his office, his son being one of them. He knew, though he could not prove it, that Jason had been the one to help Charlie Matheson escape and steal the papers. Charlie had never been near his office, he'd made sure of that.

"I want my son brought to me." he ordered the men standing outside. "Also, the guards who were suppose to watch over the girl and so nicely let her go!" He practically roared the last command.

The soldiers, trained under Monroe, weren't used to Neville or his commands and hesitated to follow right away.

This angered him. "Go! Now!" he shouted. Neville was in no mood to be reckoned with. It was something his newly founded units were going to have to learn the hard way. If they had thought Monroe was tough as a field commander, they had a big surprise coming - Neville was even tougher in the field.

Miles studied the military papers. He'd spread them out in front of him, holding them down with rocks so they wouldn't blow away. Neville's plans seemed simple enough - hit every militia camp possible and convince them to follow him instead. Those that wouldn't follow would die. Unfortunately, Miles knew it wouldn't be quite so easy.

The nearest camp was a little over fifty miles away, according to the map. Four or five days travel, he figured, if Charlie could keep up. He didn't like making her walk such a strenous pace across rough terrain while hurt but saw no other choice.

A shadow fell across his papers. He glanced up. "Charlie, I distinctly remember telling you to rest."

"So did Mom. And Aaron for that matter." she answered, carefully settling down next to him, taking care not to hurt her shoulder any more then necessary. "See? Resting."

"Resting means go lay on the blanket in the shade." Miles was peeved at her.

"Boring. I want to see these military papers. What's in them anyway?" she ignored him.

He thought about ignoring her but knew from sad experience it didn't work - Charlie never gave up. He just answered her instead. "Neville intends to turn the militia, kick Monroe out of the Republic for good."

"Okay."

"He wants to control the militia himself."

"Not good."

"No."

"So what are we going to do about it?"

Miles began gathering the papers. "We could warn the camps ourselves."

"Except they'd shoot us on sight, wanted as we are through the Republic." Charlie reminded him.

"Well, there is that." he had to agree.

"Better option?"

"We could try to find Monroe, have him warn the camps."

"Then I'd shoot him on sight."

"No, you won't. We're going to need him. Pack up, it's going to be a long walk."

"Where?"

"Nearest camp is fifty miles. I figure that's where both Monroe and Neville are headed."

She nodded. "Stuff is already packed, since you kindly dumped it on the ground and I had to pick it all up."

Miles winced. "Probably shouldn't have done that to you."

"No, you shouldn't have. Now I've got my mom wanting to know about Maggie and don't I have enough to do without that?"

"You have exactly nothing to do until I say otherwise."

She scoffed. "Since when do I take orders?"

"Since today. Charlie, you're hurt, you can't even use your left arm, just take it down a notch and let everyone else do what needs to be done." he attempted to placant her.

"Miles, I can do it." she insisted.

Memories of the Philadephia tunnels flooded his mind, she'd insisted then she was all right. He hadn't believed her then either. "Charlie, I don't need you to do anything, just walk. Carry your pack if you want, but until we actually get to the camp, there isn't anything for anyone to do."