Nothing can break, nothing can break me down
Don't need no advice, I got a plan
I know the direction, the lay of the land
I know the score like the back of my hand

"Hello, Charlotte."

Charlie looked up to meet eyes with Sebastian Monroe, angry that her presence had been discovered.

"Have you been tailing me?" Bass asked letting go of her arm as she shook away from him.

"What makes you say that?" Charlie asked, defiantly.

Bass shrugged, "This doesn't really seem like your kind of place..."

"...and you would know that how?" Charlie asked, raising her chin to try and appear on an even level with him, despite the fact he was about 5 inches taller than she.

"I don't know- you just seem like this innocent kid," Bass smirked.

"Well, you don't know anything about me," Charlie stated wryly.

"Does Miles know you're here?" Bass asked, seeming amused.

"-What is this- are we playing 20 questions?" Charlie asked, getting impatient. She was really frustrated that she had completely lost the element of surprise.

Bass smirked again, "that means that Miles doesn't know you are here...I didn't think so."

Charlie rolled her eyes - things were REALLY not going according to plan now.

"Just one thing, if you were here trying to tail me so you could try to kill me, you shouldn't leave these tracks between my trailer and the tent...kind of a dead giveaway that I was being watched," Bass tried to hide the full-on grin as he gestured to the footprints.

Charlie shook her head- he was amused by this entire situation...he really is crazy. She hadn't exactly thought about her boot prints and the fact that he would or could be so observant of such tracks.

"Wow, and you just assume those are my footprints? What about the whores that are traipsing back and forth to your trailer?" Charlie said, immediately biting her lip and realizing she was confirming his suspicion that she had been watching him.

"I rest my case," Bass almost laughed. "Kid, the girls around here wear high heels and your boot prints are smaller than the average man's footprint- plus, when I spotted you in the tent earlier...it wasn't that hard to put two and two together...I have gotten pretty good at looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to try to take me out-"

Charlie rolled her eyes again- this man was infuriating.

"I have about 20 years of experience on you- military and otherwise- so I would be really careful on my next move if I were you," Bass said, looking at her and noting she now had a grip on her crossbow.

"Were you always this arrogant?" Charlie asked, loosening her hold on the crossbow.

Bass had to laugh, "I have been accused of that and much worse..."

"Why is this funny? Are you really that delusional?" Charlie asked, shaking her head.

"Not that delusional...and it is funny because it really isn't all that surprising- after all, Miles tried to kill me, so it would make sense that his extended family wants to do the same," Bass replied, his smile slowly fading.

Charlie shook her head, "well, I think you are arrogant and delusional to assume that you are the reason I am even here..."

"Kid- you are a Matheson...I am sure you have many tactical skills in fighting and tracking...but lying is not one of those skills."

At that, Charlie started to walk away from him but Bass was faster than she was and grabbed her arm.

"Wait, where do you think you're going?" he asked quietly.

Charlie looked at him, "I'm leaving. I have a camp set up back in the woods."

"Oh, no..." Bass said, taking her arm again and guiding her further away from the edge of the woods. "You don't want to camp in there, trust me."

"Well, I have been there for a few days and things have been just fine- I can take care of myself," Charlie replied.

"I am sure you can, but the Bandits have been on a run outside of the Plains Nation. That is their territory and when they get back, trust me, you don't want to get caught setting up camp on their land..." Bass responded.

"Well, it is none of your concern so let go of my arm," Charlie said, pulling away from him again.

"Listen- you may hate me and want me dead...hell, I am sure Miles wants the same...but contrary to the monster you all think I am, I am not able to just sit back while you go back into the woods to be raped, murdered, or enslaved, alright?" Bass said, irritation in his voice becoming evident.

"Let. go. of. my. arm," Charlie said, through gritted teeth. She jerked away from him and started walking back through the clearing.

"Pain in the ass," Bass said as he watched her walk away, knowing full well he was going to have to follow her...