Okay so up to Chapter 4 to those of you who've reviewed my work.I'd like to clear something i initially wrote these i skipped around from different plot points and characters like most TV shows.I realize you all might not have gotten that as FanficNet just,sort bunches it all again!

Chapter 4-Silver Bullet

Vince and Orwell sat in Vince's safe house. Orwell was busy hacking the SIM card.

"So what's on it?" Vince asked.

"Just one call" Orwell said keeping her eyes on the screen. "It's to a bar pay phone in Palm Bank County". Vince knew the suburb of Palm City. It was mostly farms and trailer parks.

"So what does this mean, road trip to Palm Bank?" Vince asked.

"Let's find that pay phone," Orwell said. She left with her laptop as Vince packed a change of clothes and his cape. Orwell reappeared with a duffel bag and a grey Hybrid. Vince piled into the back.

Adrian Sinner picked up his phone. He dialed his employers back up number. The same man that had first contacted him picked up.

"What?"

"There's someone tracking you-tracking me" Adrian said looking out over the city.

"Fed's?" the man shot.

"More like a nosy hacker"

"Who is it?" the man asked.

"An old friend" Adrian murmured.

"Sorry?"

"Just someone I knew" Adrian said "Someone from my past".

"We'll get rid of them," the man stated.

"No!" Adrian exclaimed, "Only if she's a threat to your operations".

"Very well" the man said. "But I think you'll understand that this will terminate any future contracts".

"I'm aware" Adrian said hanging up. He dialed his sister's number and got her answering machine.

"Sis it's me" Adrian said desperately. "You're not going to like where this leads. I'm asking you to stop rooting deeper for your own safety".

They pulled onto the main street Palm Bank. An example of Main Street America, if ever Vince saw one. They stopped in front of an old fashioned diner. Vince stayed in the car as Orwell went inside to get information. She stood at the counter until a stout red haired woman approached her.

"What can I get you honey" she said over the din of the diner.

"Uh, I'm looking for Patrick's Bar" Orwell said looking at the scrap of paper of the location of the pay phone.

"Are you yanking my chain" the woman a little confused. "Honey, that old place hasn't been open since the 60's". Orwell's heart sank. Orwell returned to the car.

"Okay, apparently the bar hasn't been open for a while".

"Classic, let's check the place out anyway" Vince said. Orwell rolled her eyes and started the car.

"What?" Vince protested.

"Vince you can't apply all of your police knowledge to these situations" Orwell said.

"True" Vince said. They worked their way through the backwoods of the town until they came upon a decrepit strip mall. They found a dusty sign that said Patrick's Pub. "But this is something I learned as The Cape". He kicked open the barred door and ducked in. The bar appeared to have been unused for some time, most of the stools were sitting on the bar and the tables were covered in a fine layer of dust. At the far end of the room sat a pay phone. Clean and apparently well maintained in comparison to the rest of the room. Orwell and Vince stood a few feet away from it.

"So what is this?" Vince said holding up his hands angrily. "We came all this, did all of this to find a deserted bar". Orwell was about to respond when the pay phone rang. This was never good. Vince approached the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Vince Faraday?" a deep voice asked.

"Who wants to know?" Vince shot back. A thump brought Vince around. Orwell was crumpled on the floor. He rushed over to her when he felt a pin prick on the back of his neck. He felt the unmistakable feeling of a stun dart, military grade. Vince's eyes fogged and he slumped forward over her.