"Why would that work?" Brandt asked as we walked, soaking wet.

"Why would what work?" I asked him.

"The flare on the body, why would that work?" Brandt asked again.

I looked at Ethan. "It did work." He said as he looked both ways between the trains.

"Yeah, I know, but…" Brandt said as he trailed off the opposite way of where Ethan and I were walking.

"Hey…" Ethan said, catching his attention.

Brandt turned around and saw us heading in the opposite direction. "But why? I mean, how did you know that would draw their fire?" Brandt finished.

"I didn't. I played a hunch." Ethan told him.

"Okay. All right, so what was your scenario? Right, you… There's a guy being shot at in the water. All of a sudden, decides to light up a flare and swim around?" We turned another corner. "I mean, what did you assume they'd be thinking?"

"Thinking?" I asked him, my arms holding each other, from being so cold.

"Yeah." Brandt said to both of us.

Ethan scoffed. "I didn't assume they were thinking." Ethan explained to him. "I assumed they were shooting at anything that moved. I just gave them a target." Ethan stopped walking. "Look, these… These guys aren't Rhodes Scholars, you know?"

Brandt nodded in understanding. "It's really happening, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I said and rubbed his right arm in a comforting motion, giving him an understanding look.

A horn sounded and we all looked around. "Okay, you know what that sound is?" Ethan asked us.

"That's our ride out of here!" Brandt said and we hopped up onto the platform that stood behind us and ran across it. "All right, it's a green car. Number 47." Brandt said.

The bullet wound that I had received from the ambush was bothered when I started to run and I gasped in pain and held onto the bullet wound that was on the lower left side of my abdomen. Brandt and Ethan had heard my gasp and they turned around.

"Are you okay?" Brandt asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told them both, reassuring both myself and them.

Ethan lifted my hand from where I was holding it and looked at the bullet wound. "No she's not. She's been hit." He told Brandt then turned to me. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to bother you." I told him.

Brandt looked both ways. "Uh guys." He said.

"Come on let's go." Ethan said. "Brandt support her!" He commanded.

Brandt came up to my left side and put my arm over his shoulder and his arm at my waist, while Ethan began his search for the green car.

"I see green!" Ethan said.

"Okay let's do it. Go, go, go, go." Brandt said and Ethan ran while Brandt and I followed him in a half run, half walk. The train we were running by to get to the other side, ended and we were able to be directly at the train we needed. "All right, 47." Brandt reminded as I'd imagined both himself and Ethan.

"I don't see it." Ethan said.

"47." Brandt mumbled. "Oh, shit!" Brandt said as he'd spotted it. Still supporting me, Brandt and I ran. "Woah, pole!" Brandt warned myself and Ethan, who was running behind us. "This is it. The manifest." Brandt told us.

Ethan got to the train and opened up a panel as Brandt and I ran beside the train.

"Pole!" Brandt said as we almost ran into another pole.

Ethan entered his code into the panel and waited for the confirmation, all of us still running.

"Press enter." The machine said and Ethan pressed enter on the panel and a thing popped out above the panel.

"Retinal scanner!" Brandt told him motioning from his eyes to the scanner.

Ethan jumped up and down trying to get a confirmation.

"Retinal scan required." The machine told him.

Brandt watched him and when he turned around he was shocked. "Watch out!" He warned us.

"Retinal scan required." The machine repeated.

Ethan got a grip on two bars on either side of the retinal scanner and finally got the scan.

"Agent confirmed." The machine said while Ethan was still up on the train.

Brandt pushed me up into the train and followed behind me, soon followed by Ethan. Brandt shut the door and the compartment lit up, the inner door closed with a rivet and we were greeted with guns in the face from Benji and Jane.

"Ethan, Christine? Jeez, I thought you were dead!" Benji said surprised.

"We are." Brandt said getting up and helping me up afterwards.

"Who's this?" Benji asked.

"Agent Dunn and Carter. William Brandt, Chief Analyst." Ethan said introducing them. "Brandt, patch her up."

"Yeah, sure." He said.

"Analyst." Jane said surveying him. "Patch her up? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Christine got shot." Ethan explained.

"Shouldn't one of us do it? I mean, does he even have medical training?" Jane asked Ethan.

"Yeah. I-I do." Brandt said.

"Come on Brandt." I said, still holding onto him. "I want this bullet out of me."

"Yeah, sure." He repeated and helped me into the back room, where the medical supplies were.

There were a spare change of clothes in the room and Brandt and I stripped out of our wet clothes and into some dry ones, backs to each other. When I was done, I laid on the bed in the room, and lifted my shirt up enough for Brandt to get the bullet out and patch me up.

Neither one of us had said a word to each other but as Brandt was in the process of taking out the bullet, I cringed in pain and he decided to end the quiet. "It's Will." He said.

"What?" I said, looking up slightly.

He looked up at me for a moment and then looked back down. "I meant you can call me Will." He said with a slight smile.

"Alright, as long as you call me Christine or Chris. Whichever you prefer." I told him.

He smiled a bit.

"I think you enjoy pain." I said jokingly.

He looked up abruptly. "Why do you say that?" He asked.

"Well this is the most you've smiled, patching me and my bullet wound up." I said.

He laughed some more.

"You know, you remind me of someone." I told him seriously.

"Oh?" He said. "I do?"

"Yeah I haven't seen him in 5 years." I told him. "I swear, if I hadn't been introduced to you in the car, I would have thought you were him."

Will had gone back to patching me up silently. He was just stitching me up when I felt a twinge of pain and instinctively moved my hand to my wound. Will grabbed my wrist before I could touch it. His eye caught a healed over bullet wound on my hand and he stared intently at it.

"What?" I asked him.

"The scar on your hand." He said.

"Oh, that. I got that when I was on a mission with the guy I told you about. We got shot in the hands." I said, thinking back.

I looked at him and he had an eyebrow raised. "We?" He asked.

"I may have been holding his hand." I said and he looked at me strangely. "He was my best friend."

"I have a brother." Will said letting go of my hand and going back to finishing up the stitches. "Twin, like you and Ethan."

"Identical or fraternal?" I asked him.

"Identical." He said as he finished he stitching.

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