Author's Note: As stated in the previous chapter, I'm bored. And I must go make pancakes. Please enjoy! [Not the pancakes, the story.]
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Face opened his eyes, looking around and realizing that he was laying on the ground. Two paramedics knelt over him, doing whatever paramedics do.
A bodybag lay on the ground next to him, and blood was everywhere. Face began to feel naucious, then caught sight of Hannibal hugging a handcuffed Dani. Dani whispered something into Hannibal's ear, then gave Face a parting look as the MPs took her away.
Wait? What's going on?
Face began to struggle away from the medics, furiously trying to sit up. The medics began to push him back down, but he had to get up. He needed to.
An oxygen mask was forced over his face, and another medic joined the current ones in an effort to keep Face down.
Hannibal hastily walked over, and Face tensed but stopped struggling.
One of the medics took off the oxygen mask, and Face frantically looked up at Hannibal. "What's going on?"
Hannibal bit his lib. "Dani was arrested for killing Heller. He was trying to kill you, kid, but there's no proof. She saved your life."
Face slowly sat up, and the medics allowed him to. "I don't remember anything."
Hannibal gave Face an envelope. "Here. This is from Dani, it's to you."
Face slowly opened the envolope, then unfolded the letter.
Face,
By the time you're reading this, I've already been arrested. I killed Heller, but not out of cold blood, I killed him because he was trying to kill you. There's one man who can prove that what I did was right, and as soon as I escape from these clowns called the military police, I'll get him and bring him to the cops. If you must know, he works at the morgue.
I asked Hannibal to take you into his Unit. I know you guys aren't on very good terms, but you can trust him. I trust him with you, and that's why I asked. You'll get along great with his guys, I know you will.
Face, I'm going to let you in on something that you can't tell anyone, ever: I am your sister and you are my brother. We had the same Mom. The only person who knows other than me is Hannibal, and like I said, you can trust him.
Don't think about me. You can't waste your time brooding over someone that you only knew a week, and I don't want you doing that.
Listen to these words, though: I will find you. You will not expect it. You will not see me until I show myself, and you may be a bit freaked out at my timing. You're never alone, I am always wathing you- tracking you, following you. You have not lost me forever, no matter what anyone tells you, never believe that.
I hope you never know what it's like to live on the run. It seriously stinks, and it's really toilsome, making sure that people can't find you. Running is awful for your heath, too. Consider yourself lucky that you don't have to fun.
Your sister,
-Danielle
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15 Years later
Face reread the well-worn letter, delicately running his thumb over his sister's signature. He still missed her, but had long stopped looking for her.
He had to snicker at the last paragraph, about him "hopefully never know what it's like to be on the run." He knew it all too well. She was right, of course, it did stink. And he was so worn out by it. He wanted to rest, but he knew that he'd never get it, just like when he was under Heller's thumb.
She did it, though. After she escaped from prison, she found the man who worked at the mourge and found enough evidence to convict him. He's curently residing in a prison, and Dani was cleared from "murdering" Heller, it was put under self-defense instead. She still was on the run for escaping from prison (twice) and assaulting an officer.
Face folded the letter back up and laid down on his bed, contemplating the future as the hours passed by.
Suddenly, the door to his room opened and Hannibal entered. "Face, there's military police outside. We need to leave, fast."
Face jumped out of bed and threw his meager possessions together. "Is it Lynch?"
"I don't know. But we need to get out of here, fast."
Face grabbed his suitcase, following Hannibal down the exquisite staircase of the hotel. He had scammed four nice rooms there after completing a mission, and now they were going to have to get out.
Murdock and B.A. joined them at the foot of the stairs, then they walked nonchalantly to the foyer.
Oh, no.
The military police had blocked all of the exits and were looking at everyone's faces. It was Lynch.
The Team bolted to the nearest exit, the military on their heels. They were out of the building and nearly to their van, when B.A. took a round in the leg.
It was hard going to get him up, let alone drag him to the van. Face provided cover while Murdock and Hannibal dragged B.A. to the van.
Face knew he was shot before he could even feel the pain- he heard the gun go off above the rest, and he felt the impact of the bullet shattering his shoulder as he collapsed to the ground.
"Go, Hannibal!" Face yelled, wincing at the agonising pain in his shoulder.
The rest of his Team drove away, and he was left on the ground, writhing in pain as the MPs surrounded him.
Suddenly, all of the MPs dropped, and a lone form approached Face, a needle in hand.
That was the last thing Face remembered before passing out.
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Face groaned, his pain down to a dull ache, his confusion arousing.
"Shh," a soft but commanding voice said as something wet brushed over his forehead.
Face obeyed, his eyes slowly cracking open to reveal Dani sitting above him, rinsing out a wet washcloth an putting it on his forehead.
"D... Dani," Face croaked, his throat dry.
She gave him a warm smile. "Heyya, Face. I'm back."