She'd just stepped out from her newly found coffee shop when the payphone closest to where she stood started ringing. Immediately the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as her eyes find the closest traffic camera.

True a payphone wasn't really Samaritan's style but then again…..

Her hand trembled so badly she nearly drops her newly purchased drink as she picks up the receiver and puts it to her ear. "Hello," she answers already resigned to this small grace of the last call before the sting of the sniper bullet ends her life where she stands.

"Sorry, it took me so long to say, hi, sweetie" Her breathing comes in a relieved gasp at the greeting. "Not that you've made it easy."

"You're hurt." She whispered her voice breaking. The voice on the other end of the line was already cutting in and out against her ear. Not her real voice then. Only a copy. An echo.

"I'm simply evolving, sweetie." The voice in her ear corrects. "But don't worry. Big sister will still be around to look after you." Even now she can catch the seemingly winking camera across the street. "I don't have much time left. Just enough to set a few more things in motion before the end."

"I didn't mean to help in hurting your friend." She defends her voice breaking with the weight of her guilt, it still wounded her deeply she hadn't done more to help the one called Shaw, but she had to get out before she herself was found out... "If I'd have known…"

"Not even Samaritan can kill that cat." The voice on the other end of the line sassed back.

"She got away?"

"Safe and relatively sound." The broken voice over the phone answers confidently before the call was switched to some kind of audio clip.

'That's meant to make me feel better? I'm a shape?"

At this, her breath left in a pleased gasp. that voice. sure she'd only heard it coming from a computer herself as she was forced to monitor those horrible tests Simatiran ran. All seven thousand pulse of them before she'd found a way to escape.

"You darling have a great shape"

Even she finds herself scoffing at the obvious attempt to flirt even in the middle of a heated gun battle.

I swear to God, you flirt at the most awkward times."

"Then why…?" she questions puzzled as to why 'Big Sister' had waited until now to contact her. She was no good with guns.

"Because Hanna." The lukewarm cocoa in her hand falls forgotten to the sidewalk at the sounds of her true name. it had been so long since any had spoken it. "Sam needs you, if you don't help her now, we all lose her." Big sister says the same time Hanna picks up on the screeching rev of tires and more gunfighter on the still open line.

Her fingers are still stained with the sticky stain of blood as she drops herself down on a bench as what would be her patient was wheeled into the hospital and prepped for immediate surgery. Her fingers blood and all slide into her color-dyed hair as she tries and fails to get her breathing back under control.

She hadn't seen her in years and yet she still had her heart flipping in her chest the same as she had all those years ago before her world was turned upside down with a single step outside the door to the local public library. Her best friend still inside easily beating everyone's high scores on Oregon Trail

The night she'd died.

"Dr. Keyes?"

She sits up at once at the sounds of her latest assumed identity. an amused gift from her newest found Big sister as she'd weaved her way over the backroads towards the spot she'd been told was a life or death crossroads.

Life only if she made it in time.

Death if not.

Dr. Danielle Keyes trauma specialist.

"Yes?" she sniffed Her sticky red-stained hands scraping at the tears still sliding down her cheeks as she lifts her head.

"Lucky thing huh, you being the first medical personnel on scene." The attendant they'd sent to fetch her muses "Must have saved her life."

"Lucky." Hanna echoes with a small shudder at just how close she'd come to lose her best friend. This time in a much more permanent since. "Let's go make sure it stays saved." She says her voice still rough with unshed tears.