I only decided to write this chapter after receiving a request to continue so if anybody wants me to keep going just let me know and feel free to comment on where you want the story to go.
Three months later
On the run, Bryce was now holed up in a shady motel two states away.
Needless to say he was tense, fearing the FBI had put out a nationwide APB out to apprehend the fugitive "Neal Caffery". After cutting ties with the CIA he had no one protect him now.
Fully expecting one of his enemies from his spook days to show up for some revenge or information he was armed to the teeth, guns, ammo, surveillance equipment and booby traps littered the room.
Rather than spend his time thinking about how the people in his old life were reacting he trained. 24/7 he trained using dummies to bring his combat skills up to his old standard, he sought out shooting ranges that asked no questions, and became as deadly as he was at his peak in the CIA.
After one particularly close call with an angry ex warlord Bryce collapsed in the hotel room.
"I should move hotels, states even. Undoubtedly he told somebody his location and goal".
Unfortunately for him the ex-warlord had gotten off a lucky shot and grazed his leg. Hesitant to move after the shot had almost nicked an artery he decided to wait until tomorrow.
"It's not like the ex-warlord can bother me now… he'll be lucky to make it to tomorrow with the beating I gave him…"
12:00 AM
"Somebody's here." He thought silently.
"My silent alarm triggered and I can hear an engine cooling down."
Silently he rose, armed himself and after seeing only one figure he engaged his traps, and fully expected to have the door kicked down. Only to his surprise to hear a quiet knock, almost as if the person hesitated. Bryce's mind quickly ran through possible scenarios;
"He wouldn't have knocked if he was planning on entering by force but it could by a trap, I open the door and get grabbed…."
In the end Bryce decided to chance it figuring he was safe enough with all his traps.
He opened the door gun cocked, pointed, and ready to shoot only to nearly drop it in shock at who was standing there.