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

"Vermont it is."

We drove for a while, Liam and I. We ended up stopping at a motel partway through the drive, not wanting to make to full trip too soon, they would be watching for people leaving the state and I'd sooner die than get caught. We stayed the night and wandered the town for an hour or two before starting to drive again.

Liam took the wheel this time around and glanced nervously at the speedometer. "Slow down, you're twenty above the speed limit. We can't get pulled over."

Liam shrugged. "We'll be fine. Everybody speeds here."

However, not ten minutes later, we were pulled over. The second the cruiser's lights began to flash, I knew that I was in trouble. Don't ask me how, but I knew that something was up. Liam fidgeted and I shot him a worried look. "What's wrong?"

His hands tightened on the wheel. "Nothing. Just calm down, Kira. Everything will be fine."

That's when some serious warning bells rang in my head. Call it my gut, call it intuition, I don't care. I knew something was up and I knew that if I wanted to stay away from the facility, I had to get away, but I had to wait for the right moment. The cop leaned in towards the window. "License and registration please."

Liam whispered something to the cop that even I couldn't make out, but the cop's eyes widened and I knew I was in deep trouble. The man came around to my side of the car and put a hand on his gun. "Ms. Monroe, I need you to step out of the car and put your hands where I can see them."

I forced tears of betrayal and anger away and slowly climbed out of the car. The cop seemed relieved. "Now, really slowly, I want you to get on your knees and put your hands behind your head. No sudden movements."

I did as I was told, glaring at Liam as I did so. I'm actually surprised that I didn't accidentally make him catch fire. The cop handcuffed me and loaded me into the cruiser. While we were driving, I melted the handcuffs and luck was with me as the door of the cruiser wasn't locked from the outside. When the cop wasn't paying attention, I threw open the door and jumped out of a moving car.

Clay growled in irritation. That was the second time that the Monroe kid had evaded police custody. The boy she had been with had given them her name, saying that he had seen her picture on the news and wanted to turn her in. The news stations had exaggerated a little, calling Monroe an armed murderer and the boy hadn't liked that. In the end, it had been what started Clay's team on her trail.

Clay stepped into the board room. Rachel had returned earlier that afternoon, unhappy, but willing to work. The murder charge had gotten to her as well. "Monroe escaped police custody after only ten minutes with the officer. Although most would consider this to be bad, we can use her means of escape to track her. She threw herself out of a car moving forty-five miles per hour. Blood on the road indicates that she's wounded and a car only a few blocks from the incident was stolen, meaning we can track it. Whatever you do, do not attempt to approach her on your own. She's dangerous. Now, find her so we can get her back in Binghamton where she belongs."

A/N: I don't own Alphas though I deeply wish I did. Any ideas for this story would be great and I am so, so sorry for not updating sooner.