Author's Note: To answer VeeAmAy, again:), I have seen the book, but have not purchased it yet.

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Rick moaned. He could vaguely see a tall, blond man in front of him, and could hear Crawlings behind him. He looked at his shoulder. The bullet had passed right through. He would be fine, but he needed to get something on it. He snapped back to attention when the blond man addressed him.

"Hey, are you alright?" Rick nodded, then noticed the gun in his hands. He scrambled backwards, right into Crawlings.

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Milligan saw Crawlings come up behind Rick, and raised his gun. But his hand was heavy with guilt. He hadn't done any irreparable damage to Rick, physically, but he did enough to make him rethink the use of his gun. Crawlings raised his arms, and a whine filled Milligan's ears.

"Well well well, who do we have here? Our runaway agent, eh? What a pleasant surprise. I've been looking for you for a while." Milligan scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, cut the crap Crawlings." Who are you working for?" He couldn't let himself get hit by the wires. He'd seen what they'd done to his colleagues, and he had no problem visualizing what they would do to him. He made a decision. He tossed his gun aside.

"What are doing Milligan, giving up? That's not like you. I expected a fight." Milligan raised his hands in the air, and eyed his enemy's sleeves. The whine was growing louder and more persistent. Milligan grinned.

"Hey! What are you so happy about? I'm the one in charge here!" Milligan winked, and slowly started backing up.

"Not for long." The watches gave a final shriek, and a sound like static cut through the tension. Crawlings flew backwards, and skidded most inelegantly along the dirt ground. Milligan helped Rick up.

"Come on! Let's get outta here!" They dashed to the truck, Milligan sneaking peeks back at the singed Recruiter behind him.

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"So, Rick. You work for Crawlings?" Rick shrugged, pressing the cloth to his shoulder. THey were sitting at the dining table of Wetherall Farm. Kate was in her room. Milligan didn't want her to see the blood.

"Well, tec'nicly I work fer Mr. McCracken, but Crawlings is the secon' in command." Milligan nodded.

"And where can I find this McCracken?" Rick looked up.

"Sir, thanks fer yer help an' all, but I work fer him, therefore I can't reveal that." Milligan laughed.

"Well then Rick, how would you like to work for the President?"

A/N sorry again for the disappointing length. I'll make up for it by updating tomorrow:)