Miles could their destination up ahead. He was ready to see Charlie. Their trip to Mexico had been interesting to say the least. But they made it out alive. Now he just hoped Charlie and Gene had stayed out of trouble. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The sooner he saw Charlie safe and in one piece the better he would feel.
As they rode up Gene came running out of the abandoned barn they were calling home.
"Thank God you're back." He said breathlessly.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Miles asked, alarm bells going off in his head.
"We have a problem."
"Charlie?" Miles asked, dreading to hear the answer.
"Yes and no." Gene answered.
Gene filled them in on everything that had happened in Willoughby as they walked up to the barn.
Charlie grabbed the bloodied soldier's chin and forced him to look her in the eye.
"You think I'm going to go easy on you? You think I'm going to turn squeamish all of a sudden? Not going to happen big fella. You've heard of the Monroe Republic right?"
The soldier slightly nodded his head yes.
"Then you've heard of General Miles Matheson?"
Again he nodded his head.
"Well he and General Sebastian Monroe taught me everything I know, and I was a very, very good student. You think it's been bad so far, well I'm only getting started. It's going to get a whole lot worse."
The prisoner's eyes went wide with fear. Finally she was getting somewhere.
"That's what I thought. Are you ready to talk?"
The prisoner nodded and started to talk. As he finished the door the makeshift cell flew open. Charlie whirled around, knife in hand and was surprised and relieved to see Miles filling the door frame.
His gaze shot between her and the bloodied man and back again. He didn't say anything, he just tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, giving her his best "what the hell" look. He then stepped back silently signaling her to step out of the room.
She made her way out of the room, shut the door behind her and turned to face him. She didn't know what to say to him and she had no idea what he would say. She hoped he would understand. She didn't exactly expect him to be happy about the situation but she would be devastated if reacted like Gene had.
"Welcome back."
"I thought I told you not to do anything stupid. What is going on here?" Miles asked in a low voice. And to Charlie's relief there was no anger, or judgment, just concern. God Charlie had missed him.
Charlie glanced at her grandpa. "Did he fill you in on what's been going on?"
Miles only nodded.
Charlie all of a sudden felt the need to defend herself. "Miles, I did what I had to do. We needed answers and we couldn't wait for you to get back."
"So you just kidnapped and tortured an officer?"
Charlie nodded, she didn't need to explain herself. She thought if anyone would understand it would be Miles. She stared him down, challenging him to reprimand her.
Miles tilted his head to the side. "Did he tell you anything?"
Charlie let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and nodded.
Miles looked at the closed door and back to Charlie, confusion on his face. "These high ranking Patriots usually have cyanide caplets on their back teeth, how come he hasn't used it." Miles asked.
Charlie walked over to a nearby shelf and grabbed a jar and handed it to him. It contained two teeth. "I pulled out his back teeth."
Miles eyebrows rose in surprise. "Good thinking kid."
"Good thinking!" Gene exclaimed. "She tortured that man and you're praising her! You did this to her. You turned her into this."
"And what is 'this' grandpa? What have I turned into?"
"You're, you're…" Gene stuttered as he glanced over to Monroe.
Charlie had finally reached her breaking point, she stepped up to Gene and got right in his face. "I'm doing what needs to be done. I'm fighting fire with fire. Do you think they would treat any one of us any differently? Just because they used to be your buddies doesn't mean we'll get a free pass when it comes to the torture department. Remember Aaron Grandpa? "
"If you think I'm going to stand by and watch you turn into a cold blooded killer than you have another thing coming young lady." Gene yelled back a Charlie.
"Would you rather I be like you and betray my whole family!"
"Stop it both of you." Rachel yelled, stepping between them. "Just back off."
Charlie nodded and slightly and took a step back, barely keeping a lid on her anger.
"This is all touching, and I hate to interrupt this dysfunctional family moment, but what did you find out Charlotte?" Bass asked as he leaned against a door frame.
Charlie looked at him, relieved. Finally someone wanted to hear the information she got out of the soldier. "They are infecting the food. Another shipment of virus is due to come up in a few a days. I got shipment routs and troop numbers. Also he said some big wigs from the capital are coming into town. Someone called the Secretary of State and the Chief of Staff."
"That's good intel kid." Miles said as he pulled her into a hug. "You did good."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing." Gene yelled. "First you ask me to be in the same room as that man," Gene said as he pointed to Monroe. Monroe waved back. "And now you're encouraging Charlie's behavior! She's killing people for god's sake."
"She doing what she has to do Gene." Miles simply stated.
Charlie just rolled her eyes. "Don't waste your breath Miles. He won't listen, so what's the point. I'm going to get cleaned up."
She left Gene, Rachel and Miles to argue it out. She was done both physically and emotionally. She passed by Monroe, stopped and looked him up and down. "You look like shit."
"Back at ya." He shot back. He looked back and saw Miles open the cell door. Man that soldier was messed up. Charlie really worked him over. Part of him wished he could have seen the look on that guys face as a little thing like Charlie worked him over and the other wished that she never had to be in that room in the first place. Like it or not, it was his job to do the dirty work. He was the resident monster after all. That had to have taken one hell of a toll on her, no matter how cool she played it. Gene and Rachel started to argue again and Bass took it as his cue to leave. He didn't know why but he needed to make sure Charlie was okay.
