All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World

As they pulled out of the motel, James glanced over to the spot where the car the bounty hunter had been driving had tumbled into the woods. A sick feeling took hold of her stomach, wrenching and writhing.

He had been one man, now James had to fight an army.

Both were silent throughout the car journey, neither daring to look at the other.

Cole didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to feel. Here he was going to face the man that had condemned him to this life. Sure he would have done it sooner or later, wanting to see the light of life disappearing from his eyes in revenge for what he had done. But now he had James, and he didn’t want to risk her life, despite her wanting to face Sanchez as well.

Before turning into the airport, Cole turned to James.

“You are going to have to look as if you’re struggling, Sanchez’s men will already be here, I will know where they are. However if they get the slightest hint that something is wrong, it won’t bode well for us.”

James couldn’t speak, her throat had seemed to close up, the moment of truth was almost upon them.

“Stay in the car,” Cole murmured as he pulled up.

Cole got out of the car himself, locking her in, and turned to the boot of the car, extracting his bag before coming to James’s side of the car, and letting her out.

Cole could sense James’s nervousness; all of a sudden she seemed to be on heightened alert.

As they walked through the terminals Cole kept a hold of James, keeping up the pretense, all the while scanning for Sanchez’s men; he would have to make contact with them soon.

Suddenly a man caught his eye, then another, then another. It didn’t take him long to see that they were not Sanchez’s men.

Glancing down at James he could see her anxiously looking about, in particular in the area of one of the unknown men. A cold realization crept through Cole, she had betrayed him. But when? Cole racked his mind for a moment, when she was alone, when she could have gotten a message out to someone. Then it clicked, when he was out cold when James had given him his prescription. But how? How could she have known where he was going to take her? Surely the most tactical thing to do was to have ambushed him in the motel. Where there would be the least amount of risk to civilian lives.

He glanced round at the men now circling him and James, whatever of shrapnel of his heart that had been opened now turned to stone.

She had betrayed him, there was no other explanation.

Looking back to James, she saw the endless black had returned to his hollow eyes. Wildly looking about for an explanation, James saw a man in the crowds un-holster his gun. The look on his face clearly spoke he was not one of Sanchez's men.

Turning back to Cole, she knew in that moment what he thought.

'No…' She whispered… 'NO! Please, I didn’t do this! Please believe me, I wouldn't have done this, not now! Not now I…' Her words caught in her throat at the vulnerability she was allowing herself to show.

'Enough! You will be quiet!' Cole forced through gritted teeth.

'No! I WILL NOT BE QUIET! Not until you believe me!' James hoarsely chocked out.

Eying the advancing men, trying to be inconspicuous in the passing crowds, Cole was forming a plan in his mind.

James grabbed onto his arm, attempting to shake reason into him, Cole merely wrenched her wrist twisting it away from him. She screamed in agony, causing passers by to stop and look.

Cole fixed her with his most hateful stare, 'You are nothing,' he hissed out.

James felt her heart shatter, and fell limply to the ground, whereupon Cole forced her back onto her feet, and through an employee entrance to the back corridors of the airport, all the while pushing the barrel of his gun into the small of her back.

'Cole,' she croaked, 'Cole… please.'

Cole paid her no heed and continued to push her through the maze of corridors.

Suddenly gun shots resounded through the air, stripping off pieces of concrete shrapnel from the walls. James screamed, but Cole just pushed her forward, sending answering shots of his own back at the agents. Two of which found their target, and reaped the men of their lives.

James began sobbing, not through fear of the men racing after them in these seemingly endless corridors, but at the fact that Cole wouldn’t listen to her. Never in her life had she felt so lost because of the trust being broken between her and someone else, but when she saw those eyes turn back to the harsh abyss they were before, James knew. In Cole's mind, the deed was done, she had betrayed him, never again would she be seen or see that kind feeling part of Cole. The one who had told her of his past, the one who had let her in, she was afraid that part of him had been lost forever. That it had died when Cole had seen those men.

Despite their coming meant she was being 'rescued', she hated them in that moment. James didn’t need to be saved, she needed to be shown reality.

Finally they came to a fire exit, bursting through, they found it led right on to the tarmac of the airfield. Turning around, Cole shot at the fire alert glass, causing a screaming alarm to go off, then slammed the door shut behind them, jamming it from the outside. A bullet came whizzing through the closing gap, barely missing Cole, but he paid it no attention.

Pulling James with him, Cole scanned the area for the private plane. Finally he spotted it, with a few of Sanchez's men looking anxiously around, at the alarm having gone off, and their cargo not having arrived.

They crossed the airstrip towards the plane. At Cole’s advancement, Sanchez's men raised their guns to this unwelcome intrusion, however as soon as they saw who it was, they immediately withdrew, quickly murmuring an apology to him in fear of retribution. They had all heard what he could do.

James was struggling all the while, begging and pleading with Cole.

'Be quiet!' Hissed Cole, but James would not listen to him, or be quiet.

Cole turned in his old habit ready to strike her into submission, but James could never be just another captive now. Stopping himself, he became breathless at what he had almost done, and saw the fright in James's eyes. Oh how he wished he had never seen that, it was a look that haunted him to his very soul.

Heaving a tired sigh, he turned to one of Sanchez's henchmen pushing James over to him.

'See that she is seated, I do not wish to be troubled by her.' Cole ordered before levering himself up the steps onto the plane.

'Cole, please!' James choked out, before one of the henchmen struck her into unconsciousness, doing the job that Cole failed to do.

Cole leaned back into his seat on the plane. His thoughts all centered around James.

He growled. How could he have let himself be so stupid? She had tricked him, doing what women never fail to do, what is in their nature to do. He was better than her, genetically, intellectually, he had felt, and seen things she could only dream of doing. How could he have been sucked in by someone so weak and pathetic as her?

Drawing in a large deep breath, Cole steadied himself and his nerves.

Lifting himself out of his seat, Cole made his way to the back of the plane where James was being held. Looking through the see-through glass of the door, Cole could see James collapsed on the floor, in the same position in which the henchmen had left her. Blood was dried on her head, from where the man had slightly split the skin with his blow.

Anger coursed through Cole at the sight. How dare he touch her in such a way! How dare he let himself care about it! She is the one that betrayed him, the one that drew him out. The one he dared allow himself to be vulnerable in front of, then only to stab him in the back as it were. Well, she had not won in the end.

Sanchez would have his victim.

James awoke, her head pounding, her vision swimming. All she could see was grey, four walls of grey enclosing her.

After a few moments, her vision cleared, and her mind was beginning to work properly again. Curling herself into a ball, James hugged herself, willing herself not to cry. She would not be weak.

How could he think that she would betray him? How, after everything that had happened over the past few nights? Had he not seen her at her most vulnerable?

Or had it been the plan all along? To break her in this way? To make sure that she would believe that there was nothing left to live for.

James sat up and backed her self up against the wall, allowing her head to fall back and rest. Her eyes now dead.

James was not going to be weak.

Cole couldn’t tell how long they had been flying, so intent in his own myriad of thoughts. However the inevitable decent onto the private landing strip in Rio de Janeiro happened.

The weather was miserable, sweeping rains and winds as far as the eye could see. Sardonically Cole noted that the weather seemed to be reflecting his inner thoughts.

Cole stepped off the plain before James, not wanting to look at her. A man quickly ran up to cover him with a umbrella; taking it from him, Cole strode through the murky rain to the car awaiting him.

James awoke with a start when the plane touched down, it didn’t take long before she was removed from her holding place in the back of the plane.

As she was marched down the gangway of the plane, she could see the weather on the outside. Funny, she thought, Brazil was not as she remembered, the weather seemed angry at her treatment.

James was not afforded the same hospitable treatment when she left the plane. No umbrella was waiting to shelter her for her walk to the car. By the time she reached it, her clothes were soaked, and her hair plastered to her skull, parts of the front hanging limply against her cheeks.

James was bundled into the back of the car, and locked in, no words exchanged between her or any of the guards. She just sat there staring out blindly into the passing scenery. It was as if she wasn’t there, as if she was watching a different reality through someone else’s eyes.

Cole, like James, stared out into the scenery, and also like James saw nothing that went past.

After an hour of driving, the cars slowed and pulled up to a sweeping drive of a mansion on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. Roses filled out the edges of the paved driveway, soaking up in delight the rain pouring down upon them. They looked beautiful in the rain, how they should look.

As the car pulled to a stop outside the double front doors of the main house, they swung open, to reveal a scurrying figure once again running out to meet Cole with an umbrella.

Levering himself out from the car to underneath the umbrella, Cole was devoid of any emotion. This place did something to him, the training and conditioning had its full effect here. Cole was reverting back into the soldier he was made to be.

Striding up to the doors with long, confident, graceful steps, he was greeted with a familiar face.

'645… Ah Cole, I am sorry, old habits die hard.'

Cole nodded his acceptance.

'How proud I am of you.'

A/N Hey again! Hope you enjoy this chapter

Thanks to Kbelle1 for your review! Was a little dissapointed with only one review last time, but I guess my own fault for taking ages to update! So please tell me what you think of this chapter!

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