My dad told me...

Being helped up and turned away from the bike Scarlet was still so very angry. She couldn't believe this, after everything Roth was still dumb enough to pull a stunt like this. It burned her up inside, though per Eli's orders she tried to calm down knowing good and well being made wouldn't help anything.

Making her way back to the apartment with Eli Scarlet lets out another sigh as she trys to calm her ownself down. Though Eli did well keeping it in she could still see his own anger and she couldn't help but feel so bad about his bike.

"I promise I wont try and take care of this myself. Promise you wont too ok? Roth is dangerous and he'll be waiting for you this time."

Hearing that Eli wanted her to bring her bike in, in the morning made Scarlet feel a little better. She still hated that her paint had been scratched up and she loved it so much, but knowing she wouldn't have to worry, about the words that had to have been placed there seemed to ease it a little.

"Ok, I'll bring it by tomorrow. Be safe going home ok? You don't know if he's still out there."

Giving another smile Destiny comes into Reese office a little more thankful this was who she was looking for and she hadnt made a fool of herself. Taking a seat in one of the chairs she takes note to the look in his eye and can only come to the conclusion that really that was normal in his position. After all who was she and what did she know about the Agency.

"Yes most people move about the day not knowing what danger they all really face to the Agency's hands. My family...my father he was part of the Agency ever since I was little till about a week ago when he decided he didn't want that life anymore. He was going to gather information, and double cross them. Sending all the paper work, and files he had on them to the police."

Collecting her thoughts for a moment Destiny trys to get all her information right the first time so Reese new everything straght out on the table.

"My father has asked for my help and I told him I would. He and my mother would move and start new lifes, I would follow in a few weeks. Unfortunately that time never came and my father and mother were killed at there hands. I witnessed the whole thing and on top of knowing way to much information already, I now had seen them kill. So now I am wanted by the Agency and they wont stop till I end up like my mother and father."

Letting out a long sigh and pulling out a folder from her bag Destiny holds it up for Reese to see.

"My dad told me if there was trouble to come here. Everyone in the Agency knows about the Elite and he said I'd be safe here. This was also the folder of information he was collecting. Names, dates, places, items...a lot of the stuff is pretty deep into the core of the Agency. I have more but its back at my apartment that I am sure if being watched by now. So you see...I'm wanted, dead or alive. But I'd rather stay alive so I know my father's last chance at redemption wasn't a wast."

Destiny's eyes search Reese...she new far more than she should have. But her father trusted her and always said one day the Agency would call on her. It was how it went when a family was involved with them. She was happy that day would never come, but now she had a mark on her own head and without help she would wind up dead.

Giving only half a smile Beth's lips twitched a little before she moved twords the bench and sits down next to Justin. He looked...tired today.

"We all have to eat our feet one time or another right? "

Leaning back on the bench the nice cool air felt good. Though Beth new inside she would head again it was kind of nice to be out here chatting with this person she didn't even know. Maybe thats why she felt comfortable talking to him...because sooner or later he'd be gone not to even remember who she was.

"Baseball, paint ball, soccer...tomorrow will it be basketball? So your a non text book Dr here?"

Beth looks to Justin with question in her eyes. Why did she want to know more about him? Maybe because if he thought differently...than maybe he could help Sarah? Maybe what she needed was someone to think out of the box with her.