Lucy stood over her ex-boyfriend's inert body for a long moment. Annie decided now was the time to bust in through the back door like a damn hero, even though Lucy had just done all the damn hero work. Annie pulled her gun, training it on the unconscious Yang.
"That was impressive," she managed. "I mean, despite being a flagrant abuse of protocol."
"I found this earlier," Lucy said, handing her the card with a shaky hand. "It's what he was looking for... He has a couple million in an illegal account."
"He was going to make a break for it," Annie murmured. She shoved the card in her pocket and went to Yang's briefcase. There was the hard drive, sitting pretty. "Well, Anderson, you did good. Let's get the hell out of here."
...
No sooner was Auggie in celebration mode, Joan was in his office.
"I need you to call your brother."
Auggie spun around in his chair. "I'm sorry, I've been wearing these very expensive, noise-cancelling headphones, and I think I misheard you. In fact, I must have, because I could've sworn you just asked me to call my brother."
"I didn't ask you. I told you."
...
Lucy was awfully quiet in the passenger seat. Annie glanced over. "You okay?"
"Ask me when this is all over," Lucy said. "I'm sort of in shock."
"Well, you didn't kill him," Annie said flatly. "That should be of some comfort to you."
"Yeah," Lucy sighed. "I probably should have. I mean, he got me tangled up with the mafia and shot me and everything. It wouldn't be beyond the scope of logic."
"No, no. Trust me. Revenge kills... They don't soothe the conscience. They just create new problems."
Lucy gazed out the window at the beginnings of a rainstorm. "I, uh... I don't really know what I would've done without you."
"Thank Auggie," Annie said with a shrug. "He's got your back, Lucy. He misses you."
"I don't really know what I would've done without him... ever," Lucy conceded. "I miss him too and I just feel like I fucked everything up..."
"You didn't. I swear. He's family. You forgive your family," Annie said. Her voice softened. "Besides... he's Auggie."
The corner of Lucy's mouth turned up in a grin. "You're lucky to have him."
That wasn't what Annie was expecting, but she couldn't deny it. "Yeah. I am extremely lucky to have him."
"I really hoped he'd find his stride, you know? I had no idea this was the sort of thing he did. I mean, the CIA? Fuck. I didn't see it coming."
"I once heard that people don't choose the CIA, the CIA chooses them. I think the CIA definitely chose your uncle. It certainly chose me. And... from what I saw today, I think it might be choosing you, too."
Lucy's blue eyes widened. "I don't know."
"Come on, you took a bullet, you rendered a man senseless in like five seconds, you've got nothing to lose. You're perfect. Just think it over."
...
Eric answered on the fifth ring of the third try.
"Eric Anderson."
"Eric, it's Auggie."
"Auggie?" his brother sounded fake even on the phone. "Wow, hey, how long has it been?"
"Listen, I don't really know how to tell you this, but we've got your kid in CIA custody and we're holding her at Langley." Auggie closed his eyes and braced himself from the explosion.
"You have Lucy in CIA custody?" Eric was incredulous about every word in that sentence. But he wasn't angry.
"When was the last time you spoke to your daughter?" Auggie ventured.
"Recently," his brother lied.
"Bullshit."
Silence on the other end of the line.
"Listen, wherever you are, I suggest you find a way to get here. Your kid needs you."
