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Liberty City

Mona's heart hummed as she slowly reached for her gun holstered under her left armpit, by that point she could hear the faint sound of footsteps on the marble ground around the AM building. She wasn't sure if she could hit the target, but knew she might not need to.

"She's reaching for something." She heard Shaun say through the cell phone in her lap.

Her fingers wrapped around the handle, she turned the gun while still holstered and pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore through the leather of the back of Mona's jacket, traveled a dozen feet or so and struck Mandy's flank.

It stunned and stung her to no end, though it did not injure her. The micro-weight fabric of the armor she wore under her shirt stopped the bullet.

Mona rose from the bench, puling her gun out of it's holster and firing again as she ran for cover. Mandy didn't need to be prodded further, she snapped out of it and aimed and fired her own gun as she scrambled out of Mona's line of fire.

All nearby pedestrians screamed and cleared the area upon hearing the second gunshot. Mona stuck her back to a the wall at the corner of the building. Peaking around to get hear bearings, Mona pulled back just in time for Mandy bullet to miss her.

"What was that?" asked Lana.

Priest didn't answer and simply waited for someone to answer his call.

"Shaun?"

"It's Priest. I'm back. I'm down in the basement with Lang. What's going on?"

"Mandy Hughes and the rest of the Gestapo are here. Is it done?"

"Yeah. Deep Throat left already. "

"So she knows?"

Priest looked out the corner of his eye at Lana.

"Yep."

"Okay. You need to get you out of here."

"I'll be right with you."

"No. You need to get her out of this city."

"What? I'm not leaving you behind."

"We'll be alright."

"Like hell."

"Priest, I've saved your life more times than I care to remember. Do me a favor; don't argue, just get Lana on the submarine. Alright?"

"Fine, whatever." Said Priest begrudgingly, "Look, I brought back the Nemo's Dodge Charger. It's stashed in an ally in Bedford Point, rights next to the Hyaku Dojo."

"I'll keep that in mind.."

There was further sounds of gunfire over the line, it took Mona a few moments to speak once again.

"I have to go now."

"Drive." Said Sayid as he rolled down a window and prepared his shotgun to fire. O'Brien started the car.

"Mona or the other one?"

"Mona."

O'Brien stepped on the pedal with force; the car lurched forward and barreled down the street. As soon as they reached the corner, O'Brien pulled the wheel to one side, causing the car to drift as it changed direction.

Sayid leaned back to open the rear door while the car moved, clearing the way for Mona to get in as fast as possible. A split second after that, the car collided head on with another.

O'Brien slumped on the steering wheel, his head throbbed achingly. Sayid wasn't much better, but he knew the urgency of the situation at hand. He pushed the door open and dove out onto his side, firing at one of the men of the other car as he exited through the driver's seat, hitting him in the upper chest. Sayid turned his attention to the other man, praying he could make the shot or he was a dead man.

He couldn't, but it didn't matter, before the other League agent could take his shot, he caught a bullet in the back of the neck and fell down in an instant.

Sayid got to his feet as Mona came running toward them with a smoking gun in her hand.

"Eel…"

"I'll live." Said O'Brien as he staggered through his door, his neck was bizarrely contorted, something that fixed itself in an instant.

"Pop the trunk."

O'Brien did as Mona asked, the three gathered at the rear, pulling what guns and ammo they could out of the trunk of the car, now no longer driveable.

"Where's Lang?" asked Sayid, loading an assault rifle.

"She's with Priest, they already got away."

"Man, Priest is back?" complained O'Brien, "Well, that just figure; no wonder we got attacked, Priest is in town!"

"Wait, where's Shaun?" asked Mona.

"Wasn't he at the corner?"

"He was. Give me your phone."

O'Brien did as she asked, and went on to pick up a single pistol that he clumsily loaded with a single clip.

"He's not answering." Barked Mona with frustration.

The wails of police sirens grew louder as they approached in the distance.

"We can't leave without him."

"I know, but we might not have that choice."

Mona sighed as she stuffed a magazine into her jacket pocket and stepped away from the car.

"Let's get out of here."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" asked Lana as she put on her seat belt in the passenger's seat of an unlocked car while Priest hunched with his face to the steering wheel, touching a pair of exposed wire again and again with no result.

"I don't do this too often." Said Priest as he grew impatient hearing the close sound of gunfire, "Just because I'm a drug smuggler doesn't mean I have to be a car thief."

"You're a drug smuggler?"

The engine rose to life. Priest slipped a tight ski-mask on before hitting the gas pedal and charging out of the parking spot with haste.

The car levitated as it came shooting up the ramp and onto street level, then landed and skid toward the opposite building. Priest turned the wheel and hit the breaks, but his efforts only lessened the impact of his side of the car with the building.

Lana rocked in her seat. Priest brushed the trauma of impact off as he hit the gas pedal.

Unbeknownst to either, Mandy was there to witness their escape. She caught a good glimpse of the masked driver, and saw and recognized his passenger clearly as their prime target.

Mandy paid the sound of the distant collision no mind as she fired at the driver. The bullet shattered the window glass before going on to strike the windshield.

"Who's shooting?"

"Don't know… But they got me." Said Priest as he nursed with a gloved hand the spot in his cheek where the bullet had grazed him.

Mandy pulled the trigger again and again as the car zipped away, the rear windshield shattered, a side-view mirror broke off, but the car continued it's flight and soon disappeared around the corner.

Mandy turned around to see a dark gray, high-end sport car come in her direction. She stood directly in the vehicle's way, raising a badge she's produced from her jacket. The sport car came to a halt, the driver stepped out; she was a well-dressed woman of early thirties.

"F.B.I." Said Mandy as she flashed the badge, "I'm going to have to cease your vehicle."

The driver couldn't protest as Mandy pushed past her and got into the car, speeding off in an instant.

As she went after Priest and Lana, Mandy flipped her phone open and dialed a number.

"Captain Rogers, I'm in pursuit of the prime target. She's in a lime-green 1998 Sentinel. Last seen in south Torrington heading west. Find it."

The Yellow Submarine

"There's a phone call coming in, sir." Said a Russian crewman in the submarine's bridge, "From the mainland."

Nemo frowned as he put on the headset while the Russian pressed a button on the wall.

"Yes?"

"Nemo, we're in trouble." Nemo heard Mona say amid tired pants

"Good god. What happened?"

"The meeting was over, everything was going well. Then the League showed up."

"How many?"

"Mandy Hughes is here and she has backup. We've managed to shake them for now, but we need to get off this island."

"Who's we?"

"Me, Sayid and O'Brien."

"What about Collier and Lang?"

"Lang is with Priest, I gave them the order to meet you at the rendezvous point. Shaun's gone missing, his phone has been turned off… We don't know where Shaun is."

"Alright. I would mobilize the submarine, but an exploration pod can reach you faster. At Newport, there's a small pier, that's where my men will be waiting for you. Can you get to it?"

"We do not have an abundance of choice, do we?"

"Quite so. Good luck. Your vessel will be waiting by the time you get to it."

Nemo removed the headset and looked back, a group of hardened sailors looked toward him waiting for the order.

"Mister Shears." Said Nemo. Billy Shears, the submarine's second mate, nodded and said,

"On my way, Sir."

"This is weird," said O'Brien as he looked at the bloodless bullet hole in his leg, "Is this how getting shot is supposed to be?"

"It's supposed to hurt." Said Sayid as he kept an eye at the end of the ally, his finger rubbing his gun's trigger guard.

"That's it. It hurts, but the pain is weird, like… It's just in that one spot. I would have thought the whole leg would be killing me, but it isn't."

"It would." Said Sayid, "I suppose having elastic muscle and skin tissue has it's perks."

"Ha!"

"What did Nemo say?" asked Sayid as he saw Mona close her phone.

"Help is on its way." Said Mona.

"Thank god."

"Problem is we have to go to Newport to get to it."

"That's six kilometers from here." Said Sayid, "Six kilometers, fraught with the city police department. Did you see how they were hounding us? They must have been informed we were terrorists or something. One of them shot O'Brien in the leg on sight."

"I don't think it was a cop." Said O'Brien, "I know a cop when I see one, and that wasn't one."

"He's right." Said Mona, "I know him. He's an assassin; calls himself Bullseye. I want to stay as away from him as possible."

"Seconded." Said O'Brien, "Can we get moving now?"

"Not yet." Said Mona, "The moment we step out onto the streets we're all dead."

"We could jack a car." Said O'Brien, "I could change my face to that of someone else, you two could duck out of view while I drive."

"It won't work, the police will have barricaded the area." Said Sayid.

"Well we can't wait it out with them," said O'Brien, "Sooner or later, the league's cavalry will ride into town and then we will be truly and properly screwed."

High above, the rotating blades of a helicopter could be heard slicing the air.

"Exactly.", said Mona, "They've sent in the helicopters, we can't hide here for long. We need to give the cops a distraction. O'Brien, can you walk?"

"It's not my idea of fun, but yeah."

"Did you get a good luck at the guy who shot you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have a plan, it's not well-thought, too risky and frankly it's desperate and we're going to do it. Here's what I want you to do…"

Sorry the update took so long. The good news is that I've been plotting the rest of the season, which should run until chapter 66 or so.

Next Chapter: The minutemen's mission come to an end at last as Mona performs a highly unpredictable last ditch effort, while Lana and Priest make their way to Portland Island with Mandy and a League helicopter in hot pursuit.

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