Miles and Bass were led into separate cells. Well to call them cells was being generous. They were more like cages.

"Homey," Bass groused. "Needs curtains."

"And a bar." Miles grumbled.

They both sat down on the ground, their back to each other.

When he was sure they were alone, Bass looked over his shoulder. "How long do you think it will be before Charlie does something stupid and comes after us?"

Miles only grunted. If he knew Charlie her stupid would be in full swing right about now. One of these days it was going to get her killed.

"I'll bet you we're out before nightfall." Bass continued.

"Na, tomorrow at the earliest, so you better get comfortable." He had no idea how they were going to get out of here, and he hoped like hell Charlie and Rachel got out of there. But he knew his daughter and knew she didn't go far or anywhere at all. He just hoped she wouldn't get herself killed.

The sound of the cell door opening brought Miles out of his thoughts. Both Miles and Bass turned their heads to face the man walking in.

"Well hell." Bass muttered. Those were Miles' thoughts exactly.

"And the bromance continues." Tom Neville said with a smirk.

"Glad to see some things don't change." Bass taunted. "You're still a spineless ass kisser. So who's coat tails did you attach yourself to this time?"

"This coming from a man I overthrew." Neville shot back.

"And how long did that last? Did you enjoy your 15 minutes of fame?" Bass taunted.

Miles could swear he saw steam come out of the man's ears.

"Seems like you two weren't the only ones sneaking about. Do you want to make this easy and just tell me where Rachel and Charlie are?"

"What makes you think Rachel and Charlie were here?" Miles asked.

"Three of my men had arrows in their chests."

"Only three," Bass whistled. "She must be having an off day."

"You know I'm going to find them."

"Not likely Tom, but have fun trying." Miles shot back.

"I can make things very uncomfortable for you." Tom threatened.

"Well let's get on with it Tom, I'm a busy man." Miles said as he rolled his eyes.

A knock at the door interrupted their little reunion. Neville was handed a note, read it and crumbled it in his hands. Miles watched as Tom turned on his heal and left in a huff. Man he hated that little weasel.

"And to think at one point I actually wished he was here so we could use him. He could have been an asset." Bass sighed. "Well I'm over that."

Miles leaned his head against the bars. There was something that had been bugging him for a while. "You really want to get an army together don't you? But you don't want to stop there, want to bring back the republic." he asked quietly.

He felt Bass shrug behind him.

"Do you have a learning disability or something? Because it all went so well the first time."

Bass turned to face his friend. "How far do you think we'll get with just the five of us?" He asked, barely masking his anger. "Five." He emphasized by holding up his hand, "Against a whole damn army."

Miles turned as well. "Charlie, Nora and I used to kick your ass on a regular basis and there were only three of us."

"Well good for you Miles." Bass growled, then lowered his voice. "We need an army and you know it. And who better to train them to wipe these Patriots off the map than you and me?"

"I'm not that man anymore Bass. And the last time I looked you were the General of two things, jack and shit."

"You will always be that man Miles, and so will I." Bass leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "Do you remember when we started this whole thing all those years ago? We just wanted to help people, make sense of the word, make it better, and protect those we cared about." He looked over at Miles. "Think about it, maybe we can do it right this time brother. You, me, Charlie and Conner. We can get it all back, make it better."

"Jesus Bass, do you even hear yourself? There is nothing left. The republic is gone. Philly is a nuclear waste land and any Militia left are scattered to the winds. Hell they'd probably shoot you before they'd join you."

"So we get men somewhere else. We trained and created one hell of a fighting force out of scared hungry nobody's with no fighting experience what so ever. We have an advantage this time, almost everyone has had to fight at one time or another."

"And they are just going to flock to us right? General's Matheson and Monroe together again? Every time we get together people die, a lot of people. All reason and morals go out the window. I need to be a better man, I want to be a better man for Rachel and Charlie."

"You are a better man. Charlie has made you better. Maybe she and Conner can make me better to. Think about it Miles, we have the experience. We know what needs to be done. We know what we did wrong. Charlie and Conner can learn from our mistakes. Hell you've seen that boy in a fight, you know he has it in him, and Charlie – my god, she's fearless and tenacious, hell there's so much of you in her it's scary."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Miles mumbled to himself. "I'm not going to let you drag Charlie down the same dark hole I spent so long climbing out of. She deserves better."

Bass couldn't disagree with him.

"What will you do when Charlie and I say no?" Miles asked his friend.

"What will you do if she doesn't?"

Elsewhere in Willoughby….

Jason watched as Charlie carried out phase one of her plan. He figured she had a fifty/fifty chance of this working. "Any chance I can talk you out of this?" he asked hopefully.

"Not a chance." She said stated flatly. She could feel Jason watching her. She didn't know how to feel about seeing him again. In the first few months after the tower she would dream what it would be like to be with him again. She didn't dream like that anymore. Someone else invaded her dreams now. Charlie kept thinking about the kiss he gave her up on the roof. She wish she would have felt something but she didn't. It would have been easier if she did. But the truth was there was no fire, no passion no nothing. It was just a kiss. What they shared in the past was gone.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. When he dreamed of their possible reunion, it never went like this. Her barely acknowledging his presence, and him helping her to rescue General Monroe. He knew the world had turned upside down but he had no idea it had gone this far into hell.

"You've changed." He whispered.

Charlie sighed, "You have no idea."

"I understand why you want to get Miles out, but why Monroe? I would think you'd be jumping for joy that the Patriots want to kill him."

Charlie shrugged, "We need him."

Jason put his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away. "I don't expect you to understand Jason, and I understand the position I'm putting you in. We need your help just a little while longer."

"You have it Charlie. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about."

"Don't be. I know what I'm doing."

Jason left Charlie and Conner to finish up and joined his father. It was time to put her crazy plan into motion.

"Where have you been boy?" Neville spied his son suspiciously.

"I was just trying to track down whoever broke into Truman's office." Jason lied.

"Don't play dumb with me boy, you know exactly who it was. Don't let that blond bitch mess with your head again. We've got a good thing going here, don't you dare screw it up."

Jason nodded. If his father only knew.

A short time later Truman, Doyle, the Secretary of State, a few aids, Neville and Jason gathered outside of Truman's office. As they walked in Truman's desk chair was turned away from the door, and he noticed someone was sitting in it.

"Who the hell." He exclaimed as the door slammed behind him. Conner stood with his gun drawn and at the ready.

The chair spun around and Charlie propped her feet up on the desk, her cross bow in her lap, cocked and ready.

"Good evening gentlemen. We're going to have a little chat."