Emma's POV
Walking into the rabbit hole I slipped into the nearest booth determined to get some information out of the residents and ordered a lemonade I was eager not to become drunk on this occasion,god knows what information I might give away. Making sure that my gun and handcuffs were hidden I started to relax hoping that no one would notice me.
"swan?" I heard turning I could make out the distinct figure of Killian jones, god why does it always have to be him I run into him again he used to say he could read me like a book, I hope that has changed over the course of 4 years
"hi" I said unsure of how to approach him after I had ran away from a few hours ago
"hi, lass how are you?"
"fine" I replied coldly not wanting to continue this conversation
I started to turn and look for an excuse, but my phone started ringing mouthing to Killian I picking up the phone I rushed out the bar looking down at the years old phone I had a call coming in from the office, ignoring the questioning looks from everyone I ran out of the room, not eager to be overheard, I climbed into my yellow bug parked outside and pressed the accepted button:
FBI: we have decided to send you back up
Emma: why I don't need any I have the situation under control, I've only been here a day
FBI: you'll have less than a week before we send him
Emma: who are you sending?
FBI: august booth he will pose as your husband, you'll need to put on your fake ring
And with that, I hung up, put on my fake ring and stole a glance at the rabbit hole it wasn't my sort of place for a drink or my sort of company. So starting my engine I drove off to my apartment that I was renting, ready for what tomorrow might bring.