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Looking down at the ground, she sighed, "I...I don't know if I can promise that..." Lynn felt something had been lodged in her heart. An overwhelming feeling, not wanting anyone to get hurt, no matter who they were or are. She looked up into her dear sisters eyes, and only hoped she might see that of her. Lynn very well knew her bleeding heart may get her into trouble one day, but it was something you couldn't cure a person of easily.

Marcus wakes up, feeling groggy, not wanting to do anything. Hearing his alarm clock, he looks at the time. "6:30.....dammit...I have to go to work again." He was tired because the night previous, he was out with a few of the guys at work, having a party. He runs his hands across his face, feeling the slight gash he recieved during a drunken brawl. "Erg..." He gets out of bed, takes a shower, and puts on his usual work suit. Your standard grey business suit. He walks out of his apartment, and slides down the banister to the first floor, his apartment being only on the third floor. He walks to the bus stop, waiting for the bus that takes him to work.

He walks in the door at 7:30. He's always a half hour early, giving him time to get everything set for his starting time at 8. He quietly nods at everyone he sees. He says hello to the couple of people he usually associates with.

"Hey Chris, how's the baby?" He asks.
"Erg, Having a 3 month old and trying to complete this project is killing me Marc. Let me give you a tip, don't have kids until you're the boss." Chris said. Chris was R&D for the company, trying to find new ways to create a cheaper, more powerful and reliable energy source. So far, he's had some pretty novel ideas,but none of them ever seem to get too far off the ground.

"Sorry Chris. Hope you feel better. Don't forget about your 9:30 with Mr. Johnson." Hearing Chris' words about children made Marcus remember that day four years ago. Fighting back rage, he sits down at his desk, and prepares himself for the day.

At 8, Mr. Johnson walks in. "Good morning Mr. Johnson. I have your schedule all worked out for today. Lucky for you, your first meeting isn't till 9:30, and that's with Chris from R&D. At 10:30, the representitaves from Alaska Computing will be here to talk about the merger. You have a lunchion with Your wife at 1, and then a couple of regular board meetings at 3 and 3:30. Nothing too stressfull today. Oh, and Mrs. Smith from the Lunch room sent you French Toast for breakfast, it should just be arriving in your office now." Marcus said, handing Mr. Johnson the portfolio.

Mr. Johnson looked at Marcus with a surprised look. "Wow, such precision. And the orginization is perfect! Another fine job done. i think I'll have that French Toast now. Oh, and by the way, here's a couple of documents that need to be typed up for those board meetings this afternoon. Please see that they are back in my hands before I go to meet my wife. Thanks." Mr Johnson Walks into his office, and through the window, you can see someone entering from the other side with a food cart.

"Alright...time to work." Marcus says, beginning to type the necessary documents, trying not to let his mind wander to Lynn, and wondering where she was....

Marcus looks up at the clock. "Yes, Lunch break!" He quickly puts his work in standby. Walking outside, he sees the bus just go by. "Dammit!" He begins to run after the bus, the next stop only a couple of blocks away. He turns toe corner, and not watching where he's going, he barrels over a woman.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there. I wasn't watching as I ran after....." His Jaw drops, almost to the floor, as he sees who he knocked over. "Rachel? RACHEL!" He picks her up, and wraps her in a big hug. "It's me, Marcus, from High School!" His voice came more serious almost instantly. "What happened on that day four years ago? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." Marcus asked, not sure he really wanted to hear the answer. "And where's Lynn, is she alright as well?"

Monty keeps the pressure on Calista?s shoulder as she looks down at her brother. Ignoring the fact he blacks out again, and the words she couldn?t quick make out, her anger focuses on one word.

"Rachel! How can you think of her in a time like this! You can die and?" Monty is hushed as the car stops. They had reached the clinic. Two nurses open the door and help Monty get Rhys and Calista onto rolling gurneys. She just lets the nurse deal with Calista and stays close to her brother as they move him inside. Suddenly she feels something in her back pocket, it and this time it wasn?t just the vibrating of her cell phone she felt earlier.

"I can't do that, Rachel. I can't just walk away after not knowing what happened. Bad Idea or not, I'm going to be right here, and I'm not leaving till I get some god damn answers!" Marcus nearly yelled, while looking around, seeing if anyone was around. Marcus grabs her shoulder, nd spins her around to face him. "Don't say what, that you're alive, Lynn's alive, and everyday that I've spent looking for you ins't in vain! And I'm just supposed to walk away. Think about it Rachel. You should have known me better than that..."

"It's not that simple Marcus! This is incredibly dangerous, if you are seen talking to me especially since you are from my past, you will be killed! I don't want to be responcible for that! I can't handle that, please... just go.." Rachel made sure to keep her voice down. She had no idea she was being watched as she spoke. "Promise me you wont say a word of this Marcus, you know we are safe. Please let that be enough!" She only dimly felt her phone go off, preoccupied with this at the moment.

White light glared down at her, stinging her eyes as she attempted to open them. A nurse rushed over as Calista came to, helping her to sit up. Waving the nurse away angerly, she winced and grabbed her shoulder. Painkillers had deadened the pain for the most part, but her arm was still stiff and extreamly sore. Glaring at the nurse until she left the small, white room, Calista leaned back and sighed. This day was not turning out to be one of her best.

The bullet wound was swathed in bandages, preventing her moving her arm properly. Growling in supressed anger, she began tearing off the top most layer of filmy gauze. How did they expect her to work when she couldn't move her arm? Adjusting the strip bandages so there was only a single layer that wrapped around the upper part of her arm and then stretched out around her chest, holding the newly stitched up wound closed. She no sooner finished when a docter rushed in followed by a couple nurses. Ingoring his protests, knowing that he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want because of her position in the mafia, she ordered him to find her a way home. Half an hour later, she finally managed to set up a deal with the medical personal.

She would be driven home to rest, only if one of the nurses could come to set up an IV in her house for her and could come to check on her once a day. Too tired to care as the painkillers started to wear off, she agreed and lay back to wait for them to get ready to go. She had alot of work to do, and the longer she waited it would just pile up more. There was going to be no rest for her, not for the next few days at least.

Monty stares at the doors as the continue to swing a little. She looks over at Tyrel who had finally made his way inside the clinic. He has a, "I'm sorry this happened" look on her face.

"Don't look at me like that." She says then looks down at the phone in her hand. "I better make some calls, tell everyone that we are okay."

"I would hold up on that for a little while." Tyrel tells her. "We don't know if Rhys is going to be alright. There was a lot of blood, and it looked like he was stabbed in the chest. His lungs or something just as important could have been punctured." He goes to take Monty's arm and lead her to a chair to wait, but she pulls away.

"Shut up. Don't ever even insinuate that he isn't going to make it! He'll be fine. He won't die." Monty yells. But she was saying it more to convince herself then to make Tyrel believe it. She then looks at the door. There was no way she was going to just sit and wait, but there was nothing here she could do to help. She closes her eyes for a second and sees Harris' face. She wishes he were there right now so she could kick his cowardly a**. She sighs a little then opens her eyes. She puts her phone back in her pocket as she walks off. Monty shouts a final order at Tyrel.

"Call Christy, tell her to meet me at the docks. Call me when Rhys is out of there." She put emphasis on the "when", noting that it was going to happen. She then takes a long, slow walk to the docks. It was the small port where a lot of the family's smuggling accrued. There was one spot in particular she would always go to. A long pier where her father would take Christy, Rhys and herself to when they were little to go fish, even though they weren't technically allowed to be fishing there. She sits and hangs her feet over the edge of the pier watching the murky water below as she waited for her sister.