"Do it now!" one of them yelled in final warning, their handguns aimed right at the two women.

Beca opened her empty hand in surrender and knelt down to place her gun on the ground. Stacie began to do the same, mumbling something as she did so.

Beca didn't look to her sister but wondered who the hell she was talking to.

"Now." Was Stacie's quiet words.

Beca was about to place her gun on the ground but looked up to find the two police men grasping at their necks. They dropped their weapons with a clatter and they too fell to the ground.

Beca looked around over all the noise of a helicopter, police sirens and men yelling orders in the area. She couldn't find who had shot them.

"Who did you give the order to, to shoot them?" Beca asked as they stood back up and returned to their task of going to the car.

"Amy." Stacie replied.

"Where is she?"

"We're lucky to have her eyes up in the sky." Stacie looked up to the helicopter above.

"What?" Beca came to a halt, her tone sharp.

"What?" Stacie was confused.

"We can use the helicopter to catch up to Chloe." Beca's tone stated that her idea wasn't up for discussion.

Stacie held her hand up, "Wait-"

"Ask Stacie!"

Stacie exhaled but spoke into the earpiece, "Amy-"

"I heard it all. And so did the others. You know of the deal Viper." Came Amy's reply.

Stacie's heated gaze went around the area wishing she could destroy something.

"What?" Beca hastily asked, we're running out of fucking time here what the fuck is going on?

"Here." Stacie pulled out the earpiece and gave it to Beca, "Terms and conditions."

Beca's expression dropped then hardened at her sister's words. She now knew what was happening. Carefully she took the earpiece and placed it up to her ear, "This is Auryon."

"Auryon." Beca instantly recognized C.R's voice, "We will allow you the use of the helicopter if you agree to what we had discussed previously."

Beca looked up to the sky to see the helicopter already moving towards an area, of which she assumed would be to land and collect them. Beca already felt anger that they had her cornered, that they already knew her answer.

Regardless Beca asked, "And what was that C.R?"

Beca looked to her sister and gestured that they head towards the helicopter. Her sister's expression was sullen but quickly they made their way.

"I wouldn't play games here Auryon. Once this situation is handle by yourself and Viper, the both of you will return here. Immediately. Then you will go dark until your next task. Do you comply?"

"Once Viper and I escort Chloe to safety… yes." Beca replied. They could hear that they were nearing the helicopter. One more turn and they had made it. The doors were yet to open however so Stacie and Beca kept their distance.

If they tried to approach the helicopter without C.R's okay, it was likely they could be shot at it.

"Once Miss Beale is out of harms way, Auryon? She will not be safe until the hitmen are eradicated."

Beca huffed but calmed her tone before speaking, "I understand and I accept. Now let us in."

"Confirming you both now."

Beca looked up and waited. Seconds passed and the doors opened, both of the brunette's jogging and jumping inside.

The helicopter began its ascent and Amy passed them both a headset so as they could communicate

"Bumper?" Stacie's tone was quick and laced with anger. The taller brunette sat closely to Beca and tried her best to wrap up her sisters wounds.

Beca slipped her bag off that had been sitting around her and tossed it to the side, allowing her sister to seal her wounds with what was provided in the medium sized first aid kit.

"Slippery bastard." Amy stated, "He took off not long ago in an unmarked vehicle."

"Agents are tailing him?" Stacie asked, remaining beside her sister as she patched up her sisters cuts.

"Well they were,"

Beca's eyes snapped towards Amy whose back was to her as she sat in the pilot seat, "They were… and is there a team providing evac for Chloe and the detective?"

"Yes we have a team escorting them to airfield."

"Airfield?" Stacie now turned to Amy, "What airfield?"

"Private airfield that will take Miss Beale to safety. Bumper knew he was being tailed and took out the 6 agents following him."

Beca pushed Stacie's hand away as worry surged through her, "That could very well be a trap Amy."

"We have agents posted at the field my friend. It would be very risky for them to even try that."

"Risky?" Beca pushed herself up to sit into one of the chairs, "Bumper won't care about risk anymore. This is his chance for revenge, to establish a war and take out some of our best agents."

"They are prepared and guarding the field-" Amy was interrupted.

Beca jumped up from her seat and towards the GPS computer built into the helicopter.

"What are you doing?" Stacie stood above Beca and Amy, holding onto the seats.

"Looking to see where they are."Beca answered. Viewing the screen map the image showed that they weren't too far away. Within 15 minutes they could catch up to the envoy.

"Amy tell those to double check the personal that are accompanying them." Beca ordered.

"You really think he would be able to sneak in?" Amy voiced doubtingly, "All of our agents know who he is."

"They do. But they don't in regards to the unidentified hitmen he would have with him. Besides, we all know he should not be underestimated." Beca asserted.

Stacie noted the deep concern on her sister's face, "Get us to Chloe."

Amy nodded and steered the helicopter in the woman's direction.

Beca gave her sister a small thankful smile.

"Jesus!" The word slipping from the detectives mouth quietly as he followed the larger car in front. He was able to safely move himself and Chloe towards a police vehicle. Luke would have shown his badge to the officer however most were engaged in gunfight, and others trying to keep civilians safe. Ushering Chloe into the car his first thought was to get them the hell away from this area.

Chloe had shed her jacket and mask in the meantime, throwing them into the backseat. The gun sat on her thigh, her right hand holding the handle grip tightly.

The car had passed two blocks before Luke had received a call through the policing systems in the car. The number was unknown and the screen showed that the call incoming was from the United States Government, one that was secure. Chloe only glanced at the screen, it could be the people Beca works for?

Luke was yet to answer, he didn't have to as Chloe's finger came up to the touch screen and answered.

Luke shot her a look but turned back to the screen upon hearing a woman's voice.

"Detective Stroma. You have Miss Beale with you?"

Luke went back to focusing on the road, "Who is this?"

"I am your way out of this. I am part of an organization that is, with all due respect, above your pay grade."

"Well with all due respect, you can kiss my a-"

"Detective Stroma," The woman interjected, "There will be time for all of that later. Right now my task to make sure yourself and Miss Beale are escorted safely out of the area."

Luke looked over to Chloe whose expression told him that he may know who the woman is, "How can we even trust this woman?" he whispered to the redhead.

Chloe licked her dry lips, "Is this C.R?" she had heard the woman's voice and seen her during her stay in the Vegas safehouse.

"Yes, Miss Beale. I have sent a team to escort you both to a secure airfield. We are flying you out of there. Do not be alarmed Detective Stroma, there are two SUV vehicles approaching you now. You will pull over and change into the black SUV in front."

"And why would I be doing that?" Luke asked.

"Because your vehicle is not bullet proof."

"We'll remain in this vehicle and I will follow the cars," Luke stated as the vehicles they were discussing placed themselves protectively around the car; one in front, and one behind them.

"Detective Stroma-"

"No I made a promise that I wouldn't let Miss Beale out of my sight."

"You'd be accompanying her as well Stroma. For your safety and hers I suggest you pull over and quickly switch cars. Not to mention your vehicle has a tracking device in it!"

Luke's expression hardened, she was right. It was a police vehicle and all had been wired.

"Is there any word on Beca?" Chloe couldn't help but ask.

"She's fine Miss Beale, but please, you must listen to what I have asked of you."

Chloe bit her bottom lip, her eyes scanning outside the window before Stroma. His expression faltered as he weighed their options. It would be stupidity to remain in this car when they can be so very easily tracked and reached, as is example by this C.R woman calling them.

"Fine we will pull over." He voiced.

"Thank you. Your safety is important right now. Both of you. Please keep following the car in front and wait for them to pull over."

They went another block before going off the main streets. The car began to come to a halt.

Chloe looked down to the gun, and making sure the safety was switched on she leaned forward in the chair. Lifting the back of her shirt she slipped the gun into the back of her jeans. Grabbing the jacket from the backseat she threw it back on to conceal the weapon.

With everything that Chloe has seen and gone through her mind had begun to pick up on things. Survival techniques and ideas were presented to where she would try them. She had to, Chloe had to be strong, for herself and for Beca.

An uneasy exhale left her mouth at the thought of Beca again. C.R had given her no information, her mind going through the last words Beca had said to her. They gave her strength, of which Chloe needed.

Pulling the car over Luke watched the car in front, two men jumping out with weapons as they surveyed the area.

"Stay close to me." Luke mumbled.

Chloe didn't reply, only giving a faint nod as she opened the car door and stepped out. Her gaze went to the car behind them, a woman and a man surveying the area. Luke walked closer to Chloe and gestured she follow.

They walked towards the vehicle, the back doors open and waiting for them.

"Please," the agent gestured that they get in.

Luke ushered Chloe in first and then himself. The agent closed the door behind them and jumped in the front, the other agent sitting herself in the back beside Chloe.

The car pulled away and they were moving once more. Chloe's eyes snapped around the inside of the vehicle, watching for anything.

"We have Red," The agent spoke into his comm piece, "Making our way to the evac site."

Luke and Chloe couldn't hear the reply. The detectives' eyes were also watching everything in the vehicle and outside. The storm still raged on outside whilst the faint flitter of sun was beginning to rise through the darkened clouds. Chloe saw the peaking light of a new day, registering in her mind that she was yet to have any sleep. Chloe's hectic schedule appeared to be coming in handy where her body had adjusted to the sleep deprivation. The adrenaline had assisted but now she could feel her eyes begin to droop. A yawn passed her lips but she fought the haze away. No. Stay awake. Stay awake!

The drive lasted another 10 minutes before they pulled off to stop in front of a large gate.

"We're here." The agent spoke.

The gate soon slid open for them and they continued on. It was rather deserted as they drove onto the tarmac. A large plane was awaiting them at the end.

Again the car stopped, the agent in front turned to them in the back, "We'll escort you to the plane now. Please don't stray from our guard."

Luke nodded and Chloe followed his gesture. The detective opened his door to find the agents from the other car, plus another 5 waiting for them. They crowded around the pair and with an order from the agent who had spoken to them in the car, they all moved towards the plane. The plane was already in standby, the air from the jets making it difficult to hear anything else.

Once inside Chloe realized the plane was larger then she had thought. Definitely not a commercial, maybe military?

The agents broke away and went on to their individual tasks before takeoff.

A woman approached them, "Are either of you hurt? We have a medical bay here."

Chloe had a few cuts and hard bruises but shook her head to signify no, "Would I be able to have some water?" she asked instead.

"Of course," she smiled but turned to Stroma, "Do you need any medical attention Detective?"

"No, thank you." He stated.

She nodded, "Come through and we'll get you both seated, and something to eat and drink once we takeoff."

They followed the woman lead, and in Chloe's passing of a nearby agent overheard them talking, "They're here?... yes of course Director. No we'll let them on at once and then depart."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed in not understanding what it was he was talking about, her attention returned to the one ushering them into the seating area of the plane. It reminded her of first class but a whole lot more spacious, they even had a private seating area, the seats large and accommodating.

"Here we are," the woman voiced sweetly, "But before you take a seat," two other agents came up to them, "I must ask that you submit any weapons that you may be carrying."

Chloe's eyes darted to Stroma who only hesitated for a moment before he unstrapped his gun belt from around his waist. Chloe reluctantly followed suit as she lifted the back of shirt and produced the weapon. Both of them handed the weapons over to the agents.

"Thank you," she voiced, "Please take a seat and I will be back with something to drink for you both, the food will have to wait until takeoff." She turned then left as did the agents.

Chloe felt the nagging pull of something wrong, she drew it up to the fact that she missed Beca. She couldn't help but keep her guard up like Beca had informed her to do. Taking off the jacket and throwing it over a nearby chair, Chloe took a seat.

Luke did the same as he sat across from her.

Once in the comfortable chair her initial process of being on guard subsided slighty. Her shoulders sagged, and her body submitted to the coziness. Again her eyes began to droop as the adrenaline began to fade away.

"Try and get some rest," Stroma's voice broke through her haze, "I'm not going anywhere."

Chloe's eyelids were half open but gave a thankful smile, "Thank you Detective. For everything."

"It's my job Miss Beale."

They were silent as she began to doze, "Could I ask you a question?"

"Hmm?"

"The blonde woman... her name is Beca?" He had heard her ask the mysterious C.R in the vehicle before.

At that question Chloe's eyes slowly opened, "Yes, why?"

"You are close with her?"

Chloe's expression hardened, wanting to protect Beca. Luke immediately sensed this, "I apologize for prying… I've only heard of this woman that you apparently know, in myths. My curiosity has the better of me, especially with," he gazed around, "all of this."

The pilot's voice broke through telling them they were about to takeoff and for everyone to take their seats.

"It's obvious she cares a lot for you… and you for her." Stroma stated.

Chlos straightened in her chair, remaining quiet as she fastened her seatbelt.

Stroma sighed as he did the same with his own seatbelt, "I just want to know who she is."

The woman returned with their bottles of water and took her leave.

So do I… "Why? Would you arrest her?" she could feel of the plane turning and moving. She reached out and drank most of the water.

Stroma took a long drink and sat back in his seat, "Maybe… though I doubt this 'organization' would let me. She doesn't exist after all… nor do any of the people she has murdered."

Chloe's tone was agitated, "In the club, do you recall that whilst you had your gun pointed at her, she saved you from the man that tried to kill you?"

Stroma was quiet.

"I've seen her kill detective, but that was in protection of me and those around her. She saved my best friend, she's saved me on countless occasions already… myths or not, she's a hero."

Stroma tried not to scoff at the term, "She's a ghost."

"One that saved you, and me. You don't know her." Chloe's tone was again on edge.

Chloe's hands were tense as she gripped the seat. They were quiet as the plane ascended into the air. Once the plane levelled out the detective's voice broke through the silence. He doesn't know her.

"Do you though?" Stroma prodded. He knew he was overstepping, and this wasn't the best time for questioning but he didn't want this woman to be hoodwinked by someone he had heard of as being a murderer.

"An interrogation and she is yet to rest?"

Chloe's head spun at the familiar voice, hoping that the woman's sister would be with her. Turning in her chair she looked to find only Stacie standing there, though the woman had a short bob blonde wig on and an eye mask.

Stacie's eyes didn't leave Luke's "It's a little rude don't you think?" she sweetly voiced whilst mentally telling him to leave. Luckily he picked up on her frequency.

Stroma's lips formed a tight line but hung his head at her words. Looking back into her eyes, both Chloe and Stacie stared at him. Stroma knew it was time to move on. Unclicking his seatbelt he stood, "I'll find another seat, shall I?"

"That sounds like a great idea." The tall woman sweetly told him.

Stroma nodded and picking up his bottle of water made his way past Stacie and into another spare seat not that far away.

Stacie exhaled as she took the seat he once occupied, "How are you red?"

"I'm okay, thank you. Where's Beca is she-"

"Woah she's okay," Stacie informed to calm her down. Noticeably it worked as Chloe eased in her demeanor. The woman's eyes asked if she was here on the plane, "She's here." Stacie answered.

Chloe was about to ask where but again Stacie answered, "She's receiving medical attention. Of which she really needed, so once I stated I would come and check on you, she relented and allowed the doctor to examine her."

"Is she badly hurt?" Chloe's concern evident in her voice and expression.

"She'll be okay." Stacie simply replied, her eyes assessing Chloe.

Chloe wondered what it is the woman was thinking as her eyes surveyed her.

"He's right… yet you were defending my sister from that detective." Stacie voiced trailed off. Chloe's expression was confusion for a moment before Stacie continued, "The detective… I overheard your exchange of words. He's right… you don't really know my sister, yet you defend her?"

Chloe exhaled, "I don't know what to tell you Stacie?… you or him, I-…" she slumped her head back against the chair, "I care for her a lot…"

"She does for you as well. I mean clearly," she scoffed but then Stacie's expression became neutral, "I think you should know, and Beca would agree… eventually," she smiled at her sister's likely response to that, "That you should know about her some more."

Chloe only nodded, her interests peaked.

"Beca and I… weren't given a conventional start in life."

The redhead nodded, "She told me both of you were brought up differently… were.. you apart of these.. hitmen people?"

Stacie leaned back in her chair with a small exhale, and a solemn nod, "I was so happy when I found out I would be gaining a sister. That she would train with me. Help me as much as I would her… How were we to know differently that the life we were born into wasn't normal?.."

"Beca told me that her father… well she wouldn't talk much about him, but said he wasn't who she had thought."

"Beca loved our father. We all did, and in that we were blinded." Stacie looked around the cabin before back at Chloe, "The cause was different when we were young. Taking contracts that would service the people… murderers, rapists, and sex traffickers. That changed, our father greedy, and I had found out. I wanted my family away from that life, and in that instant of thought, I became a traitor."

"W-what did you do?"

"I reached out to the government… American, seeing as we were on their radar already. Which is where I met C.R., who offered a deal. Before I accepted, I went to Beca… she didn't believe me at first, understandable, so I had sent her to an off-base location where I had collected information against our father. If what she read didn't change her mind… she could have burned it all and turn me in."

Chloe was hanging on each word out of Stacie's mouth, "So?..." she cringed at her own choice of words, but her brain was still processing.

"So… Beca went to read up on everything. Everything. I had been extensive in my research and reports with thanks to two other contacts I had. It was all there, that he had been taking contracts from those who had paid generously, fooling all of us that these contracts were still for the good of the people…. Even the fact that our mother had founded him out."

Chloe's attention narrowed even further, She had never mentioned her mother.

"That the man we called father had her killed…" Stacie exhaled, I should have opened my eyes sooner… Both Stacie and Beca had been told their mother was away on a complicated contract in Munich, Germany. Instead she had been killed, by one of their own, their family.

"They soon found out about me working with the American Government," Stacie continued, "I was brought to our father and ordered to be killed. But, Beca didn't allow that to happen. She saved me," Stacie smiled but it faltered.

Chloe had a hunch that Beca may have killed her father to save Stacie, but didn't ask.

"We worked for the American government. For years we helped them and others internationally. Our main mission was to find the remaining hitmen. Our father was the leader, but one even worse then him took his place. One Beca thought we could save, until she found out the truth, and that he had been the one to carry out the contract on our mother. I knew he was too far-gone… he was ruthless, is ruthless. We continued to search for him but we weren't getting anywhere…

I had wanted my sister out of that life, so I implored to C.R to let us have a life. We had given and done enough for the government. C.R had to pull a lot of strings and under strict conditions we were given that golden ticket." Stacie surveyed Chloe once more, "I had a bad feeling about you Beale… as soon as my sister told me that she cared for you, well, not directly, but I knew. I knew you would cause us trouble."

"But I-"

"No, listen. I was angry with you, I was so angry. You jeopardized my sisters' chance at a life… I was wrong though. Because in the short time you have spent together, even during this, which is just cruel for both you and my sister to go through, I can see that you bring the best out of her. That you both somehow…" Stacie threw her hand up, "I can't even describe it or place the words."

Chloe couldn't either, though there was one word that gnawed at the back of her mind. One that was even more confusing and terrifying that she tried to ignore it.

"I'll never repeat it, but I'm happy you both found each other. She's a good person, but the past can still drag her backwards at times. I've never seen her the way she is when she speaks about you, or is with you. I can only apologize for-..." Stacie paused to find the words, "not having compatible lives."

Chloe grimaced, "It-…" but she was right, how could it work between them? What even happens now?

Stacie's own expression was solemn, she placed a hand over her mouth in courtesy as she coughed.

Chloe only sighed, the expel of her breath left her throat suddenly hot, not overly so, but the tingle brought her hand up to her throat.

Stacie's sudden hardened gaze caught Chloe's attention. The red head opened her mouth to ask the woman, however she watched in confusion as Stacie jumped up and punched the overhead above their seats.

With no delay the emergency oxygen devices dropped down.

Chloe's heart rate spiked, "What?-" her throat now burning further from speaking.

"Put this on now!" Stacie ordered, and helped slip the mask over Chloe's face before applying her own.

Chloe breathed in the air, immediately her lungs accepted noticing how much cleaner and easier it is. Oh my god.. poison?! Are we being poisoned?!

Her eyes met Stacie's expression which was harder then before, it struck worry and fear through Chloe.

"What's going?-" Luke's voice called out in the background but he wasn't able to finish his sentence as he felt a gun pressed to the back of his head. However Chloe couldn't see why.

Hearing a thump behind her, then another, Chloe went to look over her shoulder but watched Stacie's eyes grow wide and went to move forward.

"Move… and I will shoot her, here, and now." The male's voice seethed back. After a moments silence the male spoke again, ordering Stacie to "Sit."

Stacie abided and carefully sat back down, her eyes shifting downward before back up into his eyes. Chloe had a horrible feeling hit her stomach as to what he was talking about shooting and who Stacie was looking at.

"Miss Beale, if would move to the seat beside the woman in front of you." He implored sweetly.

Chloe blinked and with a nod from Stacie, she unclicked her seatbelt and changed seats, the mask moving with her. Chloe's expression grim, her breathing short, as her eyes looked to see a blonde male holding a gun to a kneeling Beca, half dazed and in rough shape. Another male was standing close by and beside him was a brunette male in rather sophisticated clothing, but appeared to be wearing bulletproof vest. She guessed that he was the one that spoke before, she was correct.

Bumper's smile grew, "This is an interesting family reunion isn't it?"

A/N – I apologize for the delay. With personal developments and plans for the year ahead, life has been very busy. I will be finishing this story soon, maybe a couple of chapters remaining.

I'm late but; Happy New Year! I wish all of you a great 2015! x