Comfort

Seeing Jason come into the room Destiny's heart was still racing as fear was written all over her face. This couldn't be happening...after everything it couldn't end this way, now Jason was there Destiny's eyes meet his not moving from. She felt a little bit of comfort in them even if the situation was bad right now. It was ok, Jason was there, he'd keep her safe.

Closing her eyes Destiny didn't know what else to do so she wouldn't freak out. But as the shot rings out in the air she can feel herself scream once again from a simple fear that maybe that gun was her's and she was dead.

Feeling his arm go limp from around her next though and the strong smell of blood fills her nose Destiny's eyes open. The dead body limp on the floor, everything...it rushed back to her.

"Jason!!!"

Tear's fill her eyes as she rushes over to Jason almost like the man now dead would pop up again and grab her like some horrible horror movie. Burying her face into Jason's shoulder she just looked for the comfort she needed.

Sitting at her desk Katie can feel the pull in the emotions as Jason's adrenaline starts to rush. Something was wrong, there was Agency, the girl Jason was protecting she was in danger.

Knowing better to interrupt Jason when he was on a job like this Katie waits keeping close attachen to his feelings. Standing though she starts to make her way to Reese office just in case she needed him as soon as possible it was a little less ground to cover.

Finally feeling the emotions calm a little, or at least take a differnt shift Katie knows its ok to talk now, little Jason's mind wonder for a second.

J, is everything ok? Do you guys need back up?

One last shot

Destiny's scream sends both men's adrenaline racing. They couldn't have failed to keep her safe - not this quickly. Jason's gun is out of his holster quick as a flash as he sprints down the hall. His long legs bring him to the bathroom in only a couple strides, but he skids to a halt, taking in the scene at a glance. His gun outstretched, he sees the crazed look in the assailant's eyes and sees the barrel of the gun pressed to Destiny's head.

His emotions flux with anxiety as his mind thinks quickly on what to do. "Put the gun down," he directs calmly, even though he knows it will do no good. "Let the girl go and we'll keep you alive."

Jason's eyes move to Destiny's, trying to reassure her, and silently warning her not to move. He sees Chaz's finger twitching on the trigger, and knows that at any moment, Destiny could be shot.

Another split second feels like an eternity as Jason makes the decision. It was their only chance. This man before him didn't care if Destiny lived or died, and that's what made him dangerous. Jason's grip tightens on his outstretched gun and he stares Chaz directly in the eye.

A shot rings out, the only sound louder than Jason's beating heart. The bullet, with a sharpshooter's precision slices the air faster than the eye could see before lodging itself directly between the target's eyes.


Alec had been halfway down the hall, when the shattering of glass had halted him in his tracks. Spinning around, he comes face to face with Drew and the barrel of a gun. He curses Reese under his breath for not allowing him to have his own gun. His hands raised slightly, he glares at Drew.

"Well, well, well... long time no see."

Drew sneers at him. "Won't the boss be glad when we haul your carcass in? We didn't know we'd be getting a bonus today."

Alec steps to the side, circling slowly, inching towards Drew, still in the firearm's sights. "How about you take me in alive? Give them something to poke at a little bit, eh?"

"I think I rather like the sound of killing you myself, actually."

Alec stops and searches Drew's eyes. "Alright. Go for it. Just make it a clean shot, will you? You don't wanna make too big of a mess here."

Drew's finger squeezes the trigger. And it's that instant that Alec lunches. The gun goes off, shooting a hole into the ceiling and sending plaster and dust down to the floor. Alec rams into Drew headfirst, knocking the big man to the floor and going for the gun as it goes off a second time. Straddling him, it's powerplay to see who was the strongest. And whoever was, would stay alive.

The back of Alec's hand smacks Drew's face and gives just enough distraction for the grip on the gun to be loosened. And in a second's time, it's Alec who has the upper hand. Standing up, he backs up several feet, pointing the gun at Drew.

Drew lays on the floor planting, blood trickling from his lip. "Go ahead," he wheezes. "Coward."

One last shot rings out.

Choke

Giving a slight nod Destiny does as she told getting out of the truck and staying between Jason and Alec. Hearing about the van across the street Destiny can feel her head pick up but stays closed between Jason and Alec continuing to move as directed.

Getting into the house and moving down the hall to her room Destiny moves as quickly as she can. Grabbing a backpack Destiny lifts the mattress up on her bed to reveal a little area with a lid. Lifting it she was happy to know the Agency goons didn't raid her house and find it. Quickly retrieving the 4 other folders and the the blinder that was lined with informational pictures She zips the bag up.

Taking her duffel bad from the closet next and hearing Jason's call she goes to her draw to empty stuff into her bad.

"I'm coming...just getting my cloths."

Next it was the closet that she went to pulling out dress, pants, shirt...oh well if they got wrinkled she could worry about that later. Next quickly moving into the bathroom off of her room Destiny grabs some other personal items including her makeup.

Hearing a traitor was with this group a sinister smile forms on Chaz's lips. He always hated traitors, and if they could get in good with the boss this was worth sitting for hours next to Drew in the small van.

Keeping his own gun upholstered now Chaz follows after Drew pushing himself up againt the wall with easy next to him. Giving a small snicker at Drew while he watchs him try and suck his gut in.

Looking to his right and eyeing the window that Drew was talking about Chaz nods. He new his job, don't get trigger happy and keep the girl alive. Those words seemed fouren to Chaz as most his prisoners died but he was under strict orders and he new if he messed this one up he was done for himself.

"You just keep those two busy so I can at least get the girl down, than I'll come help you."

Breaking off from Drew Chaz slinks to the window looking over the ledge for a moment to see where his target was. Seeing Destiny busy in the bathroom he new this would be his opportunity.

Opening the window quietly Chaz slips though it his gun still upholstered moving across the floor and coming to the bathroom he trys to move with ease.

Almost finished in the bathroom Destiny can feel a slight breeze like from an open window. That was strange she didn't have the window in the room open.

Turning to take a look she drops her bag coming face to face with Chaz. Screaming she backs up not being able to go anywhere in the bathroom as Chaz lunges for her.

Moving and kicking Destiny trys to get away but can't in such a confined area. Finally Chaz gets her tightly putting his arm around her throat and squeezing just a little so she couldnt scream, hissing into her ear as he points the gun at her.

"Stop struggling or your gonna end up like your parents sooner than planned."

Destiny can't do anything as her air is being choaked off but shake and Hope Jason and Alec were quick enough to to get here before it was to late.

The girl and the traitor

Parking the truck, Jason thinks for several moments before answering Destiny. "I'll go first, you follow right behind. Alec, take the rear."

Alec smirks a little and mutters something under his breath about being the rear, but he does as he's told. Getting out of the truck, Jason sweeps the area with his eyes and helps Destiny down. "Stick close," he directs.

Alec slips around behind her and walks backward, his gaze bouncing off the street and buildings. As they reach the door, his eyes stop at the van across the street. It was far enough away that he couldn't make out the occupants, but the hair on the back of his neck stands up. "Yo, Jase... two o'clock. We got eyes on us."

Jason turns to follow his line of sight. "Could be right. Lets get inside." Once inside the apartment, Jason makes a quick search, finding it clear and he nods to Destiny. "It's safe. Go ahead and get your stuff." Moving to the window, he joins Alec, who was keeping an eye on the suspicious van. "What do you think?"

"Mmm..." Alec shakes his head. "Not sure. Figured they woulda come across by now, but they might be hesitating since Destiny wasn't alone."

Getting whacked in chest, Drew's eyes fly open and he sends a glare to Chaz that could kill. He refrains from hitting back though, realizing now why he'd been woken up. His eyes shoot towards the apartment and he zeros in on the threesome. "Whoa, whoa, wait a second..."

Grabbing the binoculars quickly, Drew focuses on the two men's faces. "That tall one is Elite alright, but not that second one." A scheming grin spreads on his face. "Chaz, we got ourselves a double deal here. Not only can we snatch the girl, but that, my friend is the traitor Banks."

He tosses the binoculars to the side and checks his own sidearm. "If we can get them both, we'll be in so good with the boss we won't have to go on these stupid stakeouts anymore. Come on."

Too enthusiastic to be paying close attention to anything, Drew gets out of the van. Glancing around, he makes sure no one's watching and heads across the street, motioning Chaz after him.

Jason turns away from the window to holler down the hallway. "Destiny... don't mean to rush you but... we gotta hurry."

Alec goes to the front door, making sure it was locked, then returns to the window. Glancing around outside, a chill runs down his spine. "Uh, Jase? We got a problem."

"What's that?"

"They're not in the van anymore."

"Aw, great." Jason takes a look for himself, confirming that during the few seconds they'd both been away from the window, the occupants of the van had skipped out. "They could be anywhere."

Drew flattens himself as much as possible, up against the outside wall of the building. "Alright," he whispers hoarsely, "the girl's room is this next window. You got in and grab her. I'll go around to the living room and catch 'em off guard there. With any luck we'll kill us an Elite, a traitor and bring the girl back alive. They'll have to gives us respect for that."


"You got three hours to pack up and get to the airport."

"What?!" Chance dries his hair with a towel as he wanders through his apartment after a dip in the complex's pool. "You're joking."

"No joke, O'Mally. I want you in Nevada by tonight."

"But-"

"Cheif's orders."

"What, you got Reese to back you up on this?"

"He's the one that needs you. It's a bodyguard assignment. A girl needs looking after - the Agency is out to kill her."

"Ohhhh, no." Chance slings the towel around his shoulders as he ambles into the kitchen to grab a cold bottle of iced tea. Toby was crazy. "No way. I'm no babysitter."

"You're either a bodyguard or out of a job. Which do you prefer."

The refrigerator door slams shut and Chance leans back against the cool door, chilling his suntanned skin. "You're really not giving me a choice in this, are you?"

"No, Lieutenant, I'm not."

Scowling at the tiled floor, Chance is silent for several long moments as he weighs his options. The blinking light on his answering machine reminded him of the call he had yet to return. Perhaps this turn of events would actually be a benefit. "How long?"

"As long as it takes."

"I want my apartment here when I get back."

"Deal."

"All expenses paid. If I'm on the job twenty-four/seven, I want my bank account to show it."

Toby pauses. "Half pay for irregular hours. One meal a day paid."

Chance thinks about it before agreeing. Between both deals, he'd practically be living free. "Fine."

"Good. Airport. Three hours. Burgen will fly you up there."

Hanging up, Chance leans on the counter as he takes a swig of tea. Picking up the phone again, he dials a different number. He had very little time to make arrangements.