A cold gust of wind blew her hair from her shoulders as she stood by the lake, gazing at the water that matched her outer appearance of calm. She held her arms tightly to her body, guarding against the cold. As her eyes scanned the glossy surface of the lake glittering in the cold winter sun she tried to draw peace from the stillness of her surroundings. In her reflection on the water she could see her own sadness. Within her hundreds of emotions thundered, a clamour rising up so loud, so violent that she was numb to any presence other than her own. She didn't feel him approach her, nor did she hear his boots grating on the gravel as he joined her on the shore. Only when his fingers were inches from her shoulder did she sense his presence. She turned herself, facing away from the lake and looking upon him. He drew his hand back, his green eyes shaded with concern.

"How are you doing?" He asked simply, quietly.

She turned from him, returning her eyes to the water. "I don't know. Everything seems so strange."

"I can understand that."

"It's nice to be outside though, to be alone where I can breathe and hear only my thoughts. Feel only my feelings."

He nodded, "I thought you might be feeling suffocated at home. They've been watching you closely, they were worried about you. I thought it would help you to be left alone to go where you felt you needed to while you have some freedom. Give you some time to think without being surrounded by people."

"Thank you Boris. It's helped...a little. I appreciate you checking on me though I guess it's not entirely without selfishness."

"It isn't." He looked out at the lake, stepping forward and bringing himself in front of her.

She looked past him, her eyes still fixed on the lake. "You haven't found him, have you? Or who's helping him."

"We haven't, it's been three days and there's no sign. He's gone to ground and no one will talk."

"Shadows get lost easily in the shade."

Boris had an idea of what Robyn meant. On investigating Morgan's whereabouts his men in Greentown had come across a number of people on the other end of the scale from those heckling outside of the church, avid supporters of Lily and her sons. They'd made no secret of their admiration of her and as hard as his men had pushed they'd remained obstinate in holding their silence. Powerless to do any more than question them; his men had had no choice but to continue searching.

Amongst all of the questions he'd come across there was one that demanded an answer from him, one he hadn't gained from her before they left the church. He needed her to answer it now. "What did that message mean? The one in the confessional. Why did he write that? Why did he name you when he talked about remembering drowning?"

Robyn's eyes met his as she looked at him fleetingly before moving them away, "He remembers because I remember."

"Remember what? Drowning?"

"I remember seeing him being drowned, in this very lake."

Boris was thunderstruck, Robyn's revelation made him force her to look at him as he cupped her chin in his hand. "Someone drowned him?! When did this happen?"

"When they were babies." It wasn't Robyn that answered him.

It was Lily

At the sound of the voice they whirled round. Boris instantly grabbed and flicked his weapon with his right hand, holding it out in a defensive warning gesture. Taking a few steps back he forced Robyn back with him, his left arm outstretched to guard her. Never taking his eyes off Lily for a second he gave Robyn a clear instruction.

"Run!"

Robyn shook her head, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going to run away from her."

"Then what are you going to do Robyn?" Lily laughed, edging closer to the two. "Are you going to fight me?"

"She's not going to fight you while I'm standing here." Boris cut in.

Lily switched her glare from Robyn to Boris. Cocking her head she smiled her deadly smile, "Pity."

He'd heard about Lily's speed and strength but nothing could have prepared him for the velocity and force she lunged at him with. Before he'd been able to move out of the way she'd grabbed him, slamming him to the ground and sending Robyn flying backwards, her head impacting with the gravel shore. Knowing that it was move or die he fought back against his windedness and forced himself onto his feet just as Lily moved to strike him again. He grabbed her arm as she brought it round to swing at him and struck her side with his baton. Her only reaction to the sound of two of her ribs crunching beneath the impact was to slam her knee into his stomach before wrenching her arm from his and bringing both of her fists down on his back.

As his legs began to buckle he caught sight of her raising her leg again in an attempt to kick him, a kick that would shove him onto his back and leave him entirely to her wrath. Reacting quickly he swung his baton at her stationary leg, its steel surface connecting with the back of her knee. Unbalanced by the blow she stumbled. In the instant it took her to regain her feet she found herself in Boris' grip. He held her firmly as she struggled against him, her back against his chest and his right arm across her shoulders, his forearm forcing her head to the side. With his left arm he grasped her abdomen, pinning her arms to her sides as her legs kicked out in attempt to throw him off.

With Lily under control he shouted to Robyn, "Robyn! Go and get help! I've got her!"

Doing as she'd been told, Robyn ran as fast as she could towards the town. She ignored the throbbing in her head as she pushed herself to carry on. Just on the edge of her line of sight was a patrol, the familiar figure of Langford one of the three pairs of men fanning out to patrol the area. Stopping her running she shouted his name as loud as she could.

"Langford!"

Now Robyn had gone for help, Lily knew her time was running short and she had to make an escape or be captured. She redoubled her efforts to break from Boris' grasp but the position he had her in made it difficult. His grip had to weaken soon.

Feeling Lily's struggle against him grow, Boris fought to stop his grasp on her from weakening. He squeezed every reserve amount of strength he had left into keeping a hold of her. His arms burned as his right hand cramped, his fingers digging into her shoulder. Her strength had to start fading soon.

"You're not going anywhere!" He panted, teeth clenched.

Lily let out a short laugh as she felt his left arm slacken slightly, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Without warning Lily pulled her arms out from Boris' grip and her hands clamped onto his right arm, one at his wrist, the other at his shoulder. Her nails dug into his jacket as she squeezed his arm as tightly as she could, his wrist cracking beneath her iron hold. Growling with exertion she pulled at his arm with every inch of her might.

He screamed as he felt her tear his arm from his shoulder. As she broke away from him holding his arm in her hands he sunk to his knees, blood surging out his body where his limb had been torn off. The air filled with her laughter as she threw it into the lake just as Langford and the others stormed into view. Not willing to miss out on a kill for the sake of escaping she prepared to land her final blow on Boris.

Just before Lily could bring her open palm down on Boris an invisible force threw her high into the air and sent her crashing into the lake with a primordial scream. As Langford skidded to a halt to attend to Boris, Robyn ran ahead of him and dove into the lake. She wasn't going to let her mother get away this time.

"Get after her!" Langford yelled.

Three of his men complied instantly; throwing off their equipment they ran and dove into the lake. One out of the three officers that remained called for urgent help while the other two looked on helplessly as Langford tried to do what he could for Boris as his superior fell onto his back.

Knowing he had to stem the bleeding or his friend was going to bleed to death before help arrived; Langford pulled off his jacket and pressed it to the wound causing Boris to cry out. Shouting at one of the men staring he ordered them to keep pressure on, they reacted quickly and took his place. He knew shock was starting to set in when Boris went quiet only to vomit.

"A helicopter is on its way from Crazytown! They're going to air lift him to hospital!" The officer that had called for help announced.

The three men that had dived into the lake after Robyn and Lily broke through the surface, gasping for air, one of them holding Robyn firmly as they swam for shore. They pulled her out, all of them shivering from the ice cold water.

"She wasn't-" Robyn gulped, "She wasn't there."

As Langford turned his attention from Boris to the men that had been in the lake with Robyn for confirmation, they all nodded as best they could. They'd found no sign of her.

"No!" Langford shouted as Boris' eyes started to close. "Don't you bloody dare! You're not going to do that! You're not going to die you Russian bastard!"

Boris' eyes fluttered open as he moaned loudly, "I don't know if I can-"

"You are going to make it! It's only a flesh wound!" Langford's desperation showed through his voice, "Help is almost here! Don't let that psychotic bitch win! Don't make me fill in all the paperwork because you snuff it!"

A sardonic smile tinged Boris' lips as his eyes closed and he went still.