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A/N Sorry this chapter took so long. I'm still not overly happy with it, but all my patient readers needed something. This chapter has not yet been to beta, and after she sees it I will replace with the beta'd chapter. Thank you for all you wonderful reviewers. I haven't had a chance to reply individually yet, but I will.

Please don't hate me for what has happened to Angie. It really was necessary.

When we made it back to Rangeman, Ranger was waiting for us in the garage. "What the hell happened?" He demanded.

"Not sure Boss man. We left the house and took every precaution you demanded and more. None of us picked up a tail. We had an uneventful shopping trip, and when we went to the parking lot the shots started." Ranger nodded as though he understood. We said nothing more as he led us upstairs to the conference room on 5 where Angie was waiting. She was sitting at the table with her head resting on her arms. I guessed the adrenaline rush had finally hit her. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes when the three of us walked in.

"Hey. I'm glad to see you guys are ok."

Lester walked over and laid his arm around her shoulders. "Of course we're ok. Believe it or not we're actually used to that kind of excitement." Angie rolled her eyes and shrugged his arm off her shoulders gently. "I'm just glad I got to see you guys before I left."

"Left? What do you mean?" Bobby was quick to ask before I could say a word.

"The Marshals are coming to get me. I thought you guys knew." She looked at Ranger confused, and he gave her a small shake of his head that I took to mean that he hadn't told us anything. "My position has been compromised. Ms. Ella packed me a few Rangeman sweat pants and plain T-shirts because my escort will be here to get me at an undisclosed time, to take me to an undisclosed location where I will stay until arrangements can be made for a more permanent situation."

I felt my heart sink. I knew our time together was temporary, but this was ridiculously short. I wanted to spend time getting to know her better. I watched Bobby and Lester sit next to her and start speaking to her quietly; obviously trying to reassure her that things wouldn't be that bad. I gestured for Ranger to step out in the hall with me.

"Do you know where they are taking her?"

Ranger shook his head. "Not a clue. They are being really tight lipped about it. My contact at the Marshals service sounded like this was not going to be a good thing."

"Damn it! How did they find her?"

Ranger clapped me on the shoulder. "I don't know man. They'll keep her safe though."

"I hope so. Can you have Ella pack the things we bought this afternoon? I'm sure she'll still need something to do. I should get back in there and see if she needs anything."

Ranger nodded and headed back towards his office as I walked back into the conference room. I heard Lester asking her. "No, seriously what was your favorite non cartoon show as a kid."

Angie sat back in her chair chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. I had to give Lester credit; she did look a lot more relaxed than she had a few minutes ago. "Hmm when I was a kid I loved watching Rescue 911. It was so exciting to see how people could survive such terrible things." She laughed and shook her head. "When I went back and watch episodes on the Internet a few years ago I realized that show was an homage to the end of the gene pool that needed a little chlorine." She shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, a lot of things that happened were things that no one or nothing could have prevented. Kidnappings, burglary pure accidents, but other things like Car Surfing, pouring gas on a fire, laying down in the baby pool with your head under water and sticking your hand into the pump. Those things are pure stupidity."

I couldn't help but laugh, and soon I was joined by the other two. We often dealt with people who were not the brightest bulbs in the box, but hearing someone just flat out pointing out the lack of common sense was refreshing. We understood that people can be idiots, that's why we had jobs, but seeing it through Angie's eyes made it seem less depressing. Angie gave us all a grin and kept talking. "Of course I also liked watching Father Dowling Mysteries, Unsolved Mysteries, Magnum P.I., Murder She Wrote and of course Boxing."

"I'm sensing a theme here." I said jokingly.

"Yeah. One day I was going to grow up and work for the FBI." She laughed and shook her head. "Life didn't turn out that way though." She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. She looked up and gave Ella a small smile as she wheeled in the suitcases she had packed. Ella returned the smile before heading out of the conference room. Angie looked down at her hands and picked at her fingernails, as if trying to dislodge dirt only she could see. "I guess this probably means that I'll be leaving soon." She gestured at the bags sitting near the wall.

Before she could continue there was a knock on the door and Ram came in followed by two very straight laced looking Marshals. Angie took a deep breath and stood up. She hugged Lester and Bobby and then came over and hugged me tightly. "Thank you for all you've done for me." I hugged her tightly and swallowed hard.

"Take care of yourself Angie."

I watched her smile at me before straightening her spine and grabbing the handles of her bags. I was not happy to see that the Marshals made no attempt to help her with her luggage. They just silently escorted her out of the conference room, to the elevators and down to the garage.

Angie's POV

I walked silently with my guards to the garage, and climbed into another Government vehicle. I blinked furiously trying to hold back the tears. The guys of Rangeman had become my friends, and I hated leaving them. I stared out the window not really seeing anything as the scenery passed by. I don't know how long we drove, but I looked up as we drove through a very tall chain link fence topped with razor wire.

I glanced over and saw a large sign that said "Elizabeth Contract Detention Facility". I started to get nervous; I couldn't imagine why I was being brought to a prison. The Marshals parked the car, and Marshal Johnson opened my door and helped me out. He forced me to turn towards the car and handcuffed my hands behind my back. "You are now being placed into protective custody in cooperation with Immigration and Customs Enforcement. The US Marshals service does not have the man service to provide you with round the clock protection any longer. You will remain in the custody of ICE until which time your testimony is no longer needed."

I couldn't hold back the tears that fell down my face as I was handed over to begin processing. I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I was stripped, searched, and given an orange jumpsuit before being taken to my cell. It was obvious this center was operation above its maximum capacity. I was left in a cell that had three sets of bunk beds inside, there was hardly enough room to walk between them to use the bathroom. I took the only empty bunk and sit down curling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I tried to listen to the other women in my cell, but it seemed that none of them spoke much, if any English.

The days in the detention center all started to run together. I couldn't even remember how long I had been here. During the long nights I would lie on my bunk and replay all of the conversations with Bobby, Lester, and Tank. I also prayed for my time here to be over. I couldn't wait to testify, and get out of here for good.

During chow, I got my tray, and found a seat at the end of a table. I looked up to see a woman I didn't recognize sit next to me. I choose to ignore her as I bent over my food trying to eat quickly. The woman moved a little closer to me, which made me uncomfortable, so I looked over at her and my brain started screaming at me to run when I saw the look on her face. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and whispered in broken English. "Mr. Dominic say hello."

My eyes widened in surprise as I felt a burning pain in my abdomen, once, twice, three times, before my attacker calmly picked up her tray and walked away. I tried to call out to one of the guards, but it was so hard to get a full breath of air. I heard the whistle signaling it was time to return to our cells for head count, I hoped it wouldn't be long before someone found how much trouble I was in.