An object that is in motion will not change its velocity unless an external force acts upon it.-Sir Isaac Newton

VI. Momentum

As soon as John and Shaw heard the gun shot over the line they made their way down from the roof and across the street just in time to see a group of people rush out of the building.

As they pushed their way into the building they observed the unconscious or probably dead bodies of the security guards in the lobby. They made their way to the stairwell and proceeded to climb to the 8th floor. Finch had already contacted Fusco and informed him of the situation.

Walters grunted out in pain as Ross fires a bullet into his left leg.

"You better start talking Walters, you don't have all day."

"I swear Ross I have no idea why you were retired, I'm jus following orders."

Ross grabbed his right hand and snapped three of his fingers.

"Tell me what you do know."

"Your last mission, all I know is that it has to do with your last mission." Walters replied.

Ross grabbed him by the throat."Who are you taking orders from?"

When he didn't reply Ross shoved her gun into the bullet wound in his leg. Walters grunted out "Michael Frost."

Walters watched as Ross straightened up and a look of confusion flashed across her face. She cracked her jaw and narrowed her eyes at him. She raised her gum and leveled it with his head he instantly closed his eyes and waited for her to pull the trigger.

After a few seconds he heard shifting behind him and he slowly opened his eyes. Ross was no longer standing in front of him holding a gun. He turned in his chair and watched as she placed a small black device on the window and stepped back and covered her ears as a high pitched wail shattered the window.

He watched as she shed her jacket and pulled out a portable mouth breathing apparatus. Before he could stop himself he questioned her actions.

"You're not going to kill me?"

She moved closer to the window but before she could reply to his questioned the both were distracted by the clicks of guns from the entrance of the room. They both turned their attention to the two people pointing their guns at Ross.

"Don't move Ross" the tall male commanded. Walters looked back and forth between the random man and woman in front of him.

"Believe it or not we're here to help you" replied the short woman.

"Who are you two, you're not any of my men." Walters questioned.

The tall man replied "My names Reese and this is Shaw, considered us a concerned third party, and were actually here to help both of you."

Ross broke the silence as she laughed. "Really now and what makes you think I need your help?"

The Short woman narrowed her eyes at him and replied "Because we both know what it's like to be hunted by your former employers."

The tall man interjected "despite how you may feel, going on a killing rampage for revenge isn't going to solve your problems."

Ross narrowed her eyes at Reese "Don't tell me what I can and can't do old man."

Ross turned her eyes back to Walters "To answer your question Walters I'm not going to kill you."

John and Shaw exchanged glances.

"Why?" Walters questioned.

Ross smirked and motioned her head to the monitor that had the security feed to the building on it. Displayed on the screen were two groups of 5 men in full tactical gear making their way into the building.

"Because whoever wants me dead must have decided that you no longer have a useful purpose anymore." Before anyone could stop her, Ross turned and jumped out the window. A few seconds later they heard a splash as she hit the water 100 feet below.

John rushed to the edge of the window and looked down the only thing left was a ripple in the water. He tapped his ear piece.

"We lost Ross Finch but we have Walters and a bigger problem, there's a 10 man hit squad coming for Walters." John turned back around to see Shaw bandaging Walters's leg.

"Is there a way out of here other than the stairways?" John questioned as he walked up to Walters.

"Yes down the hall behind my bookcase there's an elevator that leads to the sub basement." John handed his gun to Shaw as he helped Walters to his feet. They hastily made their way to Walters's office and took the elevator down to the subbasement. Once they reached the subbasement they made their way to the black Lincoln navigator and made their escape out of the complex.

John drove in the direction of Finches safe house. Ross may be done with Walters but he still had questions he needed answered.

East River

Ross made her way out of the water and up the embankment. She moved across the abounded field towards a car and popped the trunk. She removed a bag of clothes and changed out of her soaking wet ones and tossed them into the trunk.

Once she was changed she got into the car and turned on her tracking device to track the bug she planted on Walters. After 20 minutes of the signal not moving she was confident that her target was stationary. She marked the location and started the car and made her way to her destination.

Finch's safe house 8:00PM Saturday

After questioning Walters they were able to find out a little bit more about Ross and who she was. Although Walters didn't know why Frost wanted her dead he did know that it had something to do with her last assignment. Unfortunately Walters didn't know anything about Joss's death. After a while Finch was able to provide Walters with a new identity and sent him on his way.

Ross watched as the three strangers sent Walters away and after an exchange of words they all went their separate ways.

The tall man and the short angry looking woman seemed to be the man in the glasses hired hands. She tailed the man with the glasses to a small diner once she was sure he was alone she decided to have a conversation with the man who seemed to be the ring leader of the 'concerned third party'.

Finch sat down and removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the folder that Walters had given them containing some information on Ross. Apparently even he didn't know who Ross really was. According to Walters Alexander Ross was a killer with a special gift. Shaw had informed them the genetic disorder that Ross had was known as CIPA. It was a type of sensory disorder that didn't allow for her to feel pain. He could understand that given the line of work she was in how her condition could allow for her to carry out missions that the average person couldn't.

His thoughts were interrupted as a cup o tea was places in front of him. He looked up to thank his waitress but who he saw made his blood run cold. He watched as Ross sat down in front of him. He didn't know if it was the fact that she was a trained killer, the steely look in her eyes or her intimidating 6 foot height. Either way he knew that despite her dis-alarming soft facial features she could probably kill him with the tea cup that was one the table.

"Ms. Ross" he stated as he watched her look down at the file he was reading.

"Mr. Stranger. I have some questions for you and it would be in your best interest to answer them." she replied with a smirk on her face.

Harold gulped and slowly nodded his head. "Who are you?" she questioned

"My name is Finch and my colleagues and I help people who are in danger or stop the people who are causing it."

She smiled at him. "How interesting I don't suppose you will willingly tell me how you know the things you know."

Harold drew his mouth into a straight line. Ross leaned her chin onto her hand. "I guess not, do you know why I'm in the situation that I'm in?" She questioned

"Other than what you were told by Mr. Walters, no I don't know anything else about your situation." Harold watched as she sat back against the booth and slowly tapped her fingers on the table.

"Well then I guess you're of no use to me." As soon as those words left her mouth Harold was sure she was going to kill him. He held his breath as she reached across the table and grabbed his cup of tea. He let himself breath as he watched her drank his tea. Once she was done she started to get up.

"Wait." Harold started he removed the printed out newspaper article from the folder and slide it across the table toward her.

"Do you know anything about this for some reason my source thinks you have a connection to it."

He watched as she read over the article and raised an eyebrow. She made eye contact with him and slowly got up "I don't know, but with what I have planned for Frost, I have a feeling I'll be seeing you and your colleges real soon."

Harold watched as she left the diner and disappeared into the crowd.

Internet Café Queens 10:00PM Saturday

Ross sat down at the internet café in front of a computer monitor sipping coffee. She pulled up a search engine and typed in the names of the cops that were in the news paper article. She sipped her coffee as she waited for the article to load. Once the article loaded she scrolled through it till she came across a picture of a familiar face.

A sinister smile slowly crept across her face as she stared at the picture of the supposedly slain New York detective.

"Well, well it looks like I will be seeing you sooner than we both though Mr. Finch."

Ross finished her coffee and made her way through the semi deserted streets. As she walked down the street she was contemplating ideas to how to get a hold of the man named Finch. He said that he and his colleagues helped people who were in danger. So maybe if she started shooting people they'd come to her.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a random payphone started to ring she ignored it and kept walking but with each payphone she passed it would start to randomly ring. She drew her gun from her waist band and took in her surroundings.

She walked up to a random payphone and picked it up. As she put the phone to her ear an electronic female voice came through in broken burst over static.

"Can…You…Hear…Me… Alexander…Ross…The Truth…shall…save…You… 5595… Hammans…Mill Road… West…Virginia…25404… Jocelyn…Carter…is…Alive…Retrieve…Asset… And…Return…To… Admin…Harold…Finch…

Then the line went dead.