"Well that was easy." Conner said as he opened the crates.

"Bite your tongue junior, nothing is easy." Miles shot back at him as he helped Rachel from the crate.

"Dad said that they will probably keep the antidote in Truman's office. I figure we can go in through the roof."

Miles nodded, he didn't like it. Truman's office was guarded like Fort Knox, but if anyone could get inside it would be Charlie and Rachel. He turned to Charlie as she climbed out of the crate.

"You watch your ass and…"

"Keep my stupid to a minimum, yeah I know Miles." Charlie smiled.

Miles grunted.

The two groups split up and went their separate ways.

Charlie's group made it up to the roof with little difficulty. From there they could see almost the entire town.

"There's a lot more troops than I thought there'd be." Charlie noted. Then she noticed why. She saw two men in fancy suits, along with women in dresses and heals, being shown around the town. These must be the big shots that were coming to town. "I thought they weren't supposed to be here for another week or so. So much for our reliable intel." Charlie mused.

Rachel nodded. "Well let's hope this works to our favor. It looks like Truman is showing off his fighting force. Let's hope he keeps his attention on this VIP's and not us."

They made their way down to the office. Two soldiers were guarding the door. Charlie looked over at Conner. "You ready for this?"

Conner rolled his eyes and pulled his gun. Charlie quickly grabbed it. "No noise dumb ass. You want the whole town to know we're here?" She pointed at his knife. "Please tell me you know how to use that."

"Yes I know how to use that, thank you very much." Conner hissed.

"Well then use it." Charlie pulled her knife and edged down the hall. "Amateur." She mumbled.

They both attacked the guards, taking them out with ease.

"I heard that." Conner growled.

"You were supposed to."

"Children…" Rachel interrupted.

They made it into the office and immediately Rachel noticed the safe. "It's in there."

"What's the chance its open, or he left the combination written down somewhere." Charlie asked as she tried to handle. It didn't budge.

"It doesn't matter, I can get it open." Rachel stated as she knelt down.

Charlie watched as her mother pressed her ear to the safe and started moving the tumbler. Holy crap, her mother was going to crack the safe. Rachel never ceased to surprise her. Charlie and Conner moved toward the door, keeping a look out.

"So, you were a member of the Militia?" Conner asked Charlie.

Charlie looked back at him, confused.

"You're mark." He said pointing to her wrist. "Let me guess, you were one of his favorites, had a little case of hero worship." Conner said, smirking.

Charlie snorted. "Not hardly, I was never a member of the Militia."

"Then how did you get that?" he asked.

"It's a really long story."

"So what is the story between you two?"

Charlie thought for a minute, how much should she tell the guy? I mean Bass was his father, and he obviously was trying to get to know him.

"It's complicated." She replied simply.

"Really, that's all you're going to tell me? It's complicated."

Charlie sighed, he asked for it. "He held my mom prisoner for years, he kidnapped my brother, held a gun to my head, killed my brother, tried to kill me and tried to kill Miles for starters. Oh and I've tried to kill him a few times too."

"I never would have thought, I mean you two seem so…. Close."

"Like I said it's complicated. Besides, what's it to you?"

Conner shrugged, "Nothing, just trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Got it!" Rachel called out behind them.

"Mom you are going to have to tell me how you learned how to do that." Charlie said with admiration in her voice.

"College." Was all she would say, with a smile on her face.

A commotion down the hall caught Charlie's attention. "Well hurry up and get what we need, we're about to have company."

As they made their way into the hall a group of soldiers rounded the corner. Charlie quickly raised her bow and shot the lead solider in the chest. "Move!" she yelled.

They ran down the hall and made their way back up to the roof. Both Charlie and Conner waited on the side of the door and took out the first two men who came through. But more followed. One got Charlie to the ground and was about to thrust his knife into her chest, when a hand reached around his head and snapped his neck. Charlie looked up, expecting to see Conner, not the man who stood above her.

"Jason!?" she exclaimed.

"Charlie!" he said as he helped her up.

Before she could say anything more Jason pulled her into kiss. He grasped her face as he pulled away. "I thought you were dead." He breathed.

It took a minute for Charlie to get her thoughts about her. "What are you doing here?" Then she noticed his uniform. "And why the hell are you with the Patriots?"

"I'm guessing you two know each other?" Conner asked.

Jason just glared at him. Charlie pulled further away from him. "You didn't answer my question."

"It's a long story, so I'll give you the short version."

Jason quickly filled them in on how he and his father came to be with the Patriots, the re-education center and how his mom was now married to Doyle, the Chief of Staff.

"Now what are you doing here? And why are you wearing Patriot uniforms?" Jason asked.

"The Patriots released a virus on some of the townspeople. We're here to get the antidote." She answered.

"Where's Miles?"

Even though she and Jason shared a history, she didn't know if she could fully trust him. Not with what Miles and Bass were doing, especially since he'd been in the company of the patriots for so long. Hell her own grandpa had betrayed them at one point. The one thing she'd learned is to trust no one.

A commotion down below kept her from having to answer him. All four of them went to the side and peered down. They saw Miles and Bass fighting like hell, running and ducking behind buildings. From this vantage point she could see they were being driven into a trap. A large group of troops, weapons at the ready were waiting for them. Charlie tried to yell out to warn them but Jason's hand covered her mouth. Time seemed to stand still. They both skidded to a halt and tried to duck into a nearby building, but it was too late. They were surrounded. She watched them put up a good fight but it wasn't enough. Soon they were cuffed and hauled away.

Charlie broke free from Jason's grasp and started to run toward the door. Rachel stepped in front of her before she could reach it. "You can't help them right now. You're only going to get yourself killed going down there."

"You don't know that," Charlie hissed. "I have to do something, I'm not going to leave them."

"Well you're not going to be able to help them if you're dead." Jason growled as he grabbed her arm and spun him around. "Damn it Charlie, will you just stop and think? There are hundreds of soldiers down there. You may be dressed like one of them, but they'd see through you in a minute."

"We have to get out of here fast, it won't take long from them to figure out the antidote is missing." Rachel said.

Charlie pulled herself away from Jason and went to the opposite side of the building. She knew her mother right. A group of women below caught her attention and a plan formed in her mind.

"Your right mom." Charlie said evenly. "You need to get out of here." Then she turned to Conner. "Conner and I are staying here."

"What the hell? Oh hell no." Conner exclaimed.

Charlie ignored him. "Jason, we're going to need your help."

"Charlie, I'm not leaving you here." Rachel stated.

"Mom, grandpa needs you and this medicine more."

Jason smiled, this was the take charge stubborn Charlie he remembered. "You got a plan?"

Charlie nodded, "Yeah I got a plan"