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CHAPTER 6

The man showed them his badge and told them that he was from the FBI, but that did nothing to calm Mozzie down.
Sure, it was better than their angry uncle or some criminal showing up but he didn't trust the FBI either.
If the agents found out about their situation they would try to "help" them, which meant that they would get into the foster system.
The agent made it clear that he wouldn't leave them alone and Mozzie saw no other choice than to crawl out from under the bed, Neal following suit.
Another agent decided to join them but this one had a gun in his hands, which caused Neal to whimper next to him.
The incident with Keller was still fresh in Mozzie's mind, but this time he would protect Neal instead of being frozen in place like last time.
He pulled Neal behind and he felt his brother's tiny, shaking hands clutch the back of his t-shirt.

"Please put the gun down."

He asked the agent, relieved when he listened and put his gun back in his holster.
As soon as the gun was safely tucked away, Mozzie dared to turn around and throw his arms around the shaking boy.
It was obvious that the incident with Keller had really traumatized him.

"It's okay, they're not gonna hurt us. I won't let them."

He said in a whisper, despite knowing that even if the agents wouldn't hurt them physically they had definitely the power to hurt the boys in other ways.
When Neal had managed to calm down a bit, Mozzie turned around and looked at the agents again.
He knew that the agents wouldn't leave two kids all by themselves, but he also knew that they couldn't go with them, so his brain started to construct a plan to get them out of this situation.
The agent that had found them took a careful step closer to them before establishing eye contact with Mozzie.

"Do you know where your parents are?"
"No."
"Do you know their phone numbers?"

Mozzie shook his head and the agent paused for a second, most likely thinking about what he should do.

"How about you guys come back with us to the bureau and we'll contact your parents?"
"Okay, but can we please use the bathroom first?"

The agent nodded and Mozzie grabbed his brother's hand before going to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Okay Neal, we have to go with them, but as soon as we get outside we're gonna run as fast as we can."

Mozzie explained his plan to Neal, it was far from a perfect plan but it was the best he could do.
The apartment was on the third floor with no way of escaping through the windows, which only left the front door as the exit and it would be hard for them to sneak out through the door without any one of the agents noticing.
So, running was they're only option because they couldn't go to the bureau, since it would be even harder to escape a building with agents everywhere.

"They help."

Neal answered, and Mozzie let out a frustrated sigh.
It was in situations like this that he really wished that Neal would speak more so that they could have a real conversation.
It was not like he couldn't use more words or talk more often, he just didn't want to.
There was even a time when Neal would never be quiet, and he would drive both Mozzie and their mother insane with the constant babbling, but then their mom got sick and Neal had just stopped.
Sure, Mozzie had gotten used to his brother's limited amount of words but sometimes it was really frustrating.

"Listen Neal, we have to run."
"No, they help."

Mozzie let out another frustrated at his brother's sudden defiance.
It was rare for Neal to be defiant, he had an immense trust in Mozzie and believed that whatever he did, it was for their best.
When he was defiant it was always stupid little things like running into the road or throwing tantrums but he never questioned decisions regarding their well-being like this.
He knew that Neal was scared, scared of Keller, scared of living on the street and Mozzie knew that because he was just as scared as Neal, but he also knew better than to trust the agents.

"Neal, they won't help us, they will just split us up!"

There was always a chance that someone out there would be willing to take on two kids, but it wasn't worth risking everything for that small chance.
Keller had told them that most people wanted the cute, young kids, which meant that people would want Neal more than they would want him.
In that way his little brother had a good chance at ending up in a good home, but despite knowing that he couldn't let Neal go because he couldn't picture a life without his brother by his side.

"We run."
Neal finally said, he didn't want to lose his brother either.

The boys followed the agents outside and as soon as Mozzie saw their opportunity, he gave Neal a subtle signal.
They took off before any of the agents even had the chance to react.
Mozzie ran as fast as he possibly could, his mind only focused on getting away from the agents.
He didn't know what to do once they managed to escape, they couldn't return to the apartment and he had no idea where their uncle was, Keller didn't live in the apartment with them but they had never been allowed to see his other home.
He wasn't even sure if it would be a good idea to return to their uncle or if he should just accept their fate and live on the street.
Mozzie never got the chance to make that choice because suddenly he heard a shriek behind him, and he abruptly stopped.
He turned around and saw that the same agent that had found them was now holding Neal in his arms, having caught the much slower boy.
None of the agents tried to go after Mozzie, they had apparently understood that if one of them were caught, the other one wouldn't continue without them.
Mozzie walked back to the agents with slumped shoulders, the plan had never been perfect but he had really wanted it to work.
"Why are you trying to run?"
The agent asked but Mozzie didn't respond, he just stared at the man.

Mozzie and Neal was sitting in the conference room while a couple of agents stood outside, probably talking about what to do with them.
They had been provided some paper and pens while they waited and Neal was happily drawing away while Mozzie was nervously biting his nails.
He had thought about their situation on the ride here, and he found that there was only one real option for them, but a pretty lousy one at that.
Escaping was no longer an option, especially not since the agents would now be watching them like hawks, and he would not risk getting separated from Neal which left only one option, their uncle.
The man would be absolutely furious since the FBI was literally Keller's worst enemy right now and they were about to bring him closer to them than ever.
Mozzie had no idea what their uncle would do to them, but he knew for sure that the man was not going to easy on them.
The door opened and one of the agents came inside, while the other two stayed outside.
The agent sat down in one of the chairs and looked at the kids with a friendly smile on his face.

"My name is Peter."

The man introduced himself.

"What's your names?"

Mozzie could hear his uncle's voice in his head telling him to lie, but he had to provide the right information so that they could confirm that Keller was their legal guardian and release them in his care.

"I'm Mozzie and my brother's name is Neal."

Peter's smile widened as Mozzie cooperated with him and the he looked at the younger brother, who had stopped drawing and was watching them intently.

"How old are you, Neal?"

Peter asked, trying to involve both of them in the conversation but of course Neal didn't open his mouth, he did however, after an encouraging nod from his big brother, show Peter four fingers.
The man then turned to Mozzie asked the very same question, and in order to make Neal feel less nervous, he held up seven fingers before saying that he was eight.
Neal immediately started to giggle at his brother's mistake.

"Wrong!"

His little brother managed to get out between the giggles and Mozzie pretended to be shocked before counting his fingers and gasping when he realized that Neal was right.
Luckily Neal still had his childish innocence and it was easy to make him happy and distract him in serious situations.
Sometimes Mozzie wished that he could be just as innocent and naïve and not carry all the weight in his shoulders, but for their protection and survival he had to be skeptical and mature.
The agent watched the brothers with an amused smile until Mozzie was ready to focus on him again.

"Boys, we need information about your parents so we can find them. They must be really worried about you two."
"We don't have parents, Peter. We live with our uncle."
"What's your uncle's name?"
"Matthew Keller"

The other two agents, called Jones and Diana, was sent to look up Keller and returned a while later with records showing that Keller was indeed related to them and their legal guardian.
After that Mozzie had managed to convince Peter to leave the room and let him call Keller.
Neal had gotten tears in his eyes the second Mozzie mentioned their uncle, he had realized that the plan was to go back to the man who almost shot him.
For now, Mozzie had to ignore his brother's feelings, Keller was for the moment a necessary evil.
He apologized to Neal and was slightly alarmed when instead of answering, he got up and left the room, but calmed down once he saw that Neal only wanted to show his drawing to Peter.
Mozzie was glad that he had memorized the number to Keller's "special cellphone", which was the phone he used to contact his contacts and apart from Mozzie, only criminals knew the number.
It was the safest bet considering Keller always answered that phone.

"Keller."
"Hi it's me Mozzie."
"How did you get this number?!"

Keller's tone immediately changed into an angry one when he realized that it was just his nephew calling and not someone important.

"The FBI came to the apartment."

Mozzie said, deciding it was best to not beat around the bush.
His uncle went silent, and for a second Mozzie thought Keller had hung up but then the man exploded.

"Why are you calling me?!"
"You need to pick us up at the bureau."

Keller just started to laugh while Mozzie took a deep breath before he did something that would surely get him killed.

"If you don't come pick us up, I will them everything I know about your crimes."

Threatening Keller was simply something you didn't do, and Mozzie knew he would now have to fear for his life but it worked.
Keller said he'd come, but Mozzie could clearly hear the absolute hatred in his voice and all he could do now was to simply hope that he would make it through this alive.