Fate

Reese thoughtfully considers Katie's suggestions, while nodding. Silent for a moment, he leans forward, folding his hands. "We're short on hands right now, but I don't want to keep you from your vacation to see your family. If you have plans, go - I don't want you burning out."

Thinking about Jason, he sighs. "Yeah, I wondered about that. Would you mind asking him and seeing what he thinks after this debriefing? It's a start, and for now, Gunner's there, so we're okay. But I want Destiny to be comfortable too. I feel we've done her an injustice, even if it wasn't our fault."


An hour later, Hal emerges from the interrogation room, putting his watch back on and going to wash his hands. They were unable to extract information from Chance on where the Underground headquarters was or who was running it. But they were convinced that no other Elite members, at this point, were involved. Chance had been the "chosen" Elite to be the one to infiltrate and share information. Without him, the Underground would be on their own, or would have to prey on another Elite member.

Even without all the information they wanted, Reese had called a stop to the interrogation. Chance was suffering enough and they would find the Underground on their own - they were bound to cross paths again.

After cleaning up, Hal enters the infirmary, gesturing to Misty. He briefly explains about Chance, then hands her a set of handcuff keys. "He's in the interrogation room. Reese would appreciate it if you looked after him, then left him there until it's decide where he will go." The look in Hal's eyes was a weary one. He didn't like this part of the job, but Chance hadn't given them much of a choice.


In the interrogation room, Chance sits in a chair several feet from the table. His hands were cuffed behind him and his head hung. Blood ran from new cuts to his mouth and his left eye was swollen and bruised, adding to the other marks on his face. What Jason and Destiny had started, Hal had finished and Chance was now a mess. He knew that Reese had allowed it only because what Chance was involved with was such a security risk. He knew that under normal circumstances, the Elite didn't use brute force, but Chance was different - he provided a different kind of risk, and therefore, he was treated the same as someone from the Agency. But even despite that understanding, there was a dull angry ache that burned beneath the surface. He was too weary to fight anymore though. He was just too tired.

Swallowing hard, it hurt just to do that, and he shifts a little in the metal chair, his hands testing the cuffs again, only to find that they were still securely in place. So head hanging, he just sits and waits... waits for his fate.


Leo pops the hood on the car and starts to tinker as Ryan approaches. Her offer for him to join them for lunch raises his eyes to hers. Straightening up, he fiddles with the wrench in his hand.

Shifting a little, he considers it, wondering if he really wanted to socialize today. The other guys had yet to question him about his appearance and he wasn't looking forward to explanations. Then this whole thing with Ryan... But he did want to bury the hatchet, right?

His eyes drift down then back up again to the eyes that he'd fallen for. It seemed ages ago now. "I think that... pizza sounds great." A smile surfaces, making an almost-funny picture with his beat-up face.

Reaching out, he offers a handshake. "Truce?"


"Any time. Soon as you're on break. You pick. Soon. I don't care." Gage laughs at his own clumsy speech. "Just call before you get here so I got time to throw on my shoes and meet you outside. And yes, fine, I'll sleep afterward. Promise."