Ellison looked down at the paper in his hand. There was an address written on the paper. He looked up at the mailbox that stood at the side of the road. It matched the address he had written down. It was amazing to Ellison just how much information one could find if one knew where to look. Being an ex-FBI agent had some perks.

Sarah and Martin had left to track down the Dyson boy almost two days ago. He had been given the assignment to find another person that Sarah thought would be able to help in the fight. When he had asked for more information about the girl, Sarah had simply said the girl and her sister had vanished and had no communication with anyone that she was aware of. It had made it difficult but not impossible. With one call to an old buddy of his in the FBI, Ellison had been given an address.

It seemed that there was an old farm that once belonged to the Fields family. Figuring that she was still young enough that she had yet to rally build any contacts or eatables herself in a new area, Ellison figured that she had probably found shelter in someplace familiar to her. The farm seemed like a good place.

"Will you be alright here?" Ellison asked.

"Yes, Mr. Ellison." Savannah said with a nod. "I'll be alright."

"Good." Ellison said as he looked at her. "Stay in the SUV, keep the doors lock, and I'll be right back. Ok?"

"Ok."

Ellison smiled before he stepped out of the SUV and headed up the walkway towards the back door of the house. It was a small farm house that had been built on the edge of a great field. Behind the house was the remains of a barn that had been neglected for years. In reality, it was a peaceful place.

As Ellison pushed the backdoor open, he pulled out his new Glock. Sarah had given it to him right before she and Martin had left. It was different from his service weapon when he was FBI and and Ellison was still getting use to the slightly larger grip of the sidearm but it was nice to have a firearm again.

He entered a room that looked like it had come out of an old, Hollywood farmhouse movie. An old couch with a flower print sat under the window and a box television was nestled into the far corner. A coffee table sat in-between the couch and the television set. A mug sat on the coffee table and was filled with the black liquid of coffee. Ellison scanned to room to make sure that it was clear.

The room seemed to be abandoned. Ellison advanced into the room and wrapped his hand around the mug. It was hot. Someone was living in this house and they were close by. Ellison raised his Glock and advanced deeper into the house. The hallway seemed clear and he moved towards what looked like a kitchen. He turned to clear the corner of the kitchen only to hear the pumping sound of a shotgun. Ellison flinched as he came face to face with a 12 gauge shotgun.

"Nice try." A woman said. She was young, but looked like she had seen much in her life already. Her brown hair wasn't very long and only came down to her jawline. "I know you're not Medal. They always come through the front door. Sarah taught me that. So who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is James Ellison. I work with Sarah Connor. She sent me to try and find you and your sister. You are Lauren Fields, correct?"