A/N: Short chapter, sorry. I don't own Alphas. Please read and review.

Last time: Clay nodded and left the room. Cameron folded his arms over his chest and sat back. "What have we gotten ourselves into? Rosen never would have gone for this. She's not dangerous if you ask me. Just someone new to their ability."

Bill stood to leave. "No one asked you."

I lifted the duffel bag full of supplies into the car. Liam had called in a favor and I was driving a blue 1975 Gremlin. Using the money I had found in the car I had stolen, I had managed to buy a few articles of clothing. A sundress, a couple of pairs of Levi's, and a few tee-shirts. Whatever I had leftover I used on a toothbrush, toothpaste, and some shampoo and conditioner.

I sat in the car and pulled my long, red curls into a ponytail. Liam watched me from the porch of his house. I started up the car and Liam held up his hand to signal me to wait a moment. I waited. He opened his front door, pulled another bag from the house, and locked up. I looked on in confusion.

Liam came around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. He tossed the bag in and slid into the car, looking to me. "So, where to?"

I raised my eyebrows and he grinned. "Well, you don't expect me to let you go the first step alone. Getting started is the hardest part and something tells me you're going to need some help. It's not easy getting used to having a fake license and many-a-time, simple slip-ups are the reason people get caught. You're new to the whole criminal thing, so you need someone to show you the ropes. I'm going to do that."

I nodded, at a loss for words. Liam buckled in and said "Now, where do you plan on going?"

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought that far."

Liam chuckled. "See, that is exactly why you need my help. I think we should get out of New York. If what you tell me about the people looking for you is right, they're probably FBI or something. They might send out warnings to offices in New York, but I doubt they'll go past that. If we can get across state lines, we're in good shape."

"Okay. Where do you suggest?"

"I'm thinking Vermont. I know a guy or two that could lend you a hand."

"Vermont it is."

Bill knocked on the door to the house that was supposedly owned by a Mack Monroe. A man with unkempt blonde hair and bloodshot eyes squinted at him when the door opened. "Who the hell are you?"

Bill almost laughed. He could see why Kira wanted to keep an eye on her brother. He didn't seem to care for anyone but himself. "I'm Agent Bill Harken with DCIS, I have a few question for a Mack Monroe."

The man sighed heartily. "That would be me. But I didn't do nothin' wrong."

"I have a few questions about your younger sister."

"Kira? What did she do?"

"She attacked three federal agents."

Mack laughed. "Oh, no. You got the wrong girl. Kira's nothin' but a goody-two-shoes. She was jus' lecturin' me last night for getting arrested."

"I'm afraid there were more than a few witnesses that say she attacked the agents."

Mack frowned and turned toward the house. "Kira, get your butt out here!"

"Sir, she won't be there. We arrested her last night, but she managed to escape police custody."

Mack grinned in a "that's-my-little-sister" type fashion. "Well, if she's in some trouble, I hate to tell you, she's in the wind. She watches all those crime shows on TV."

"So, you have absolutely no idea where your sister might have gone?"

"Nope." The smug look on Mack's face said otherwise, but Bill had no way to make the guy tell him anything.

Bill sighed inwardly and handed Mack a business card. "If your sister tried to contact you at all, feel free to give me a call."

Mack nodded and slammed the door. Bill sighed again. It was going to be a long day.