Decided to go ahead and write this chapter today too…I couldn't resist!

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And tpel…you were wondering who would kill Tweener? Well…here's your answer!

Chapter 8: Tweener

Alex, Jack, and Tweener all climbed into a black SUV. Alex was behind the wheel, Jack rode shotgun, and Tweener remained cuffed in the back. Another agent sat beside Tweener. The agent was applying a wire to Tweener's chest.

"Okay," said Jack, "Let's go over it again just so we're all clear. None of them are armed?"

"Guns, no. Bagwell had a screwdriver or something. Do we really need this?" he asked, pointing at the wire.

Alex glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah. It's in case you decide to do something stupid. Like tip them off."

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" asked Jack, instantly suspicious.

Tweener did not reply. Jack glanced at Alex and then looked back out her window. Something just did not feel right…

Finally, they reached the house. Alex briefed Tweener once more. Then Tweener climbed out of the SUV and began to approach the house. Alex, Jack, and the other agents remained in their vehicles, waiting for the cue. Alex pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"No mistakes, let's get them clean," he murmured into it.

He glanced over at Jack and whispered, "Ready?"

She nodded, reluctantly, but the determination in her eyes satisfied Alex. He was confident that she would do what she had to.

Tweener rang the doorbell and waited. A whole five minutes went by and no one answered. The agents began to look restless and agitated.

Finally, the door opened. A young lady walked out and gave Tweener a surprised look.

"Listen," he said, "I don't have much time, alright?"

Alex snarled in fury as he listened to Tweener through the radio.

"I had to tell you something," said Tweener, "What you did for me that day at the motel? Nobody's ever done anything for me like that."

By now, Alex had heard enough to determine that Tweener had lied and led them to the wrong house. He and Jack leapt out of the car and began running down the sidewalk to intercept Tweener. As they ran, Alex motioned for the other agents in their cars to follow them.

"Get him! Go, go, go!" he yelled as he pulled out his gun.

"I lied to you," continued Tweener as the police and agents began to approach, "My name's not Scott. It's David Apolskis. And I just…I wanted you to know."

As Alex and Jack reached the front yard, they saw that the police had already cuffed Tweener and began to lead him away. They put their weapons back up and exchanged frustrated glances.

"I'll be writing," said Tweener as the police directed him to a nearby vehicle, "And I hope you'll be writing back."

She smiled at Tweener and nodded slightly as he turned and stepped into the car.

Alex gave a final grunt of anger and turned back to the SUV. Jack stood for a moment longer in the yard, studying the girl Tweener had been talking to. Debra Jean gave Jack a slight smile and a wave. Jack waved back, and turned to follow Alex…………………

Later, Alex, Jack, and Tweener drove alone down an unoccupied road. Alex had managed to convince the other agents that he and Jack could handle the transportation of the prisoner.

"You know what?" asked Tweener, "You were right. It does feel good to get stuff off your chest. Sorry I had to play you like that though."

Alex did not respond. Instead, he slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Come on," he said, quietly, stepping out of the car, "It's going to be a long drive. Stretch your legs."

Jack gave Alex a look that screamed: "I don't want to do this!"

Alex gave her a sympathetic glance and turned to survey the area. He wanted to make sure that there were no witnesses.

"Hey, yo," said Tweener, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna roll on those guys. It ain't gonna happen. So if that's what this is about…"

Alex whirled around and stalked back over to Tweener.

"We were talking about confession earlier," he said, removing his sunglasses, "And I think I owe you an apology. I lied to you. About Oscar Shales. He just kept pushing it. I snapped."

Suddenly, he grabbed Tweener on the side of the neck.

"Right there," he hissed, pulling Tweener closer to him, "That's where I put the bullet in him."

"I don't care about none of this," replied Tweener, voice shaking nervously.

"Just think about that because forensics will tell…powder burns. The gun was right against his head when I pulled the trigger."

Jack stood silently, leaning against the SUV for support. Her heart thudded in her chest. She knew what she was about to do…and she was terrified.

"Um, sir?" he asked, trembling, "I think we should get back in…"

"See, that's what's good about confession, you know?" interrupted Alex, raising his voice and beginning to speak faster and faster, "You say something, get it off your chest, and it just goes out there into the whole world and I'm so sorry kid 'cause I really hope you understand."

"What are you talking about?" asked Tweener, shuddering with the realization of what he now knew was about to happen.

"I got nothing against you, kid," replied Alex as he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his gun.

"What are you doin' man?!"

"But they do."

Alex aimed the gun at Tweener. The sound of gunshots soon filled the area…but Alex had yet to pull the trigger. He whirled around and saw Jack.

She was shaking uncontrollably and in her right hand…was a gun………..

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