I lean against the doorframe and stare at the figure under the dust sheet; even thought it was covered up I could still picture the deformities so clearly, it's like nothing I've ever seen before. I involuntarily shudder and wrap my arms around myself. I've never really pitied a Hound before, except for Duke, but these…I can't help it – it's just so wrong; and now I have to figure out what to do with it and where to go now.

"You look lost," Jamie says as he steps beside me.

I let out a long sigh and rub my arms a little. "I feel lost…"

His gaze drifts to the dustsheet and he swallows. "What do we-"

"-Dumpster," I cut him off flatly and make my way towards the body.

"What if someone finds it?"

"Then it will be covered up." I tighten the sheet around the body. "If I had killed the Suit and dumped it in with the trash then an investigation would break out; but if something like this is found, which is supposed to be a Government secret then there will be a cover-up."

"I see. Do you need a hand with that?"

"No, I've got it." I throw it over my shoulder and slowly stand; it's a little heavy but I'll manage. "Where is the dumpster?"

"Out back." I follow him down a flight of stairs and around the back of the building. The streets are quiet; I don't think anyone feels like walking around in so much snow, but at least it's not falling from the sky. "Crazy weather we're having." Jamie shakes his head and opens the lid for me. "I hear it's toasty down south."

"Isn't always toasty down there?" I ask as I toss the body in and he lets the lid drop shut.

He chuckles and makes his way back inside. "Good point. Where is the rest of your team?" He stops and scratches the back of his head. "Sorry, all these personal questions must make me look suspicious."

"Yes it does, but I don't know where they are, so if you were a bad guy you'd be all out of luck." I smirk.

"Right, so until you completely trust me I'll stop with all the questions." He winks and opens the door for me. We make our way to Jac's room where she's sorting through various handguns; I stop in my tracks and stare at them, Jamie just sighs and scratches his head again. "Jac…where did you get all these? More to the point where did you hide them?"

"Under the bed." She smiles and I laugh.

"Jac's one of the best shooters on the force, but she over does it sometimes and shouldn't have so many weapons in her home," he finishes with a light scold but Jac just flips him off.

I chuckle, think for a moment and then become serious. "Guys, from here on out this is going to be tough; I don't know what we're caught up in exactly but it could get one or both of you killed." I clench my hands at my sides. "I lost a close friend last time and I…I just want you to know that you can back out now and I won't be bothered."

Jac and Jamie exchange look and then shrug. "We're sticking with you," Jac states and slots a clip into one of her pistols.

"But why? What would you gain from it?"

"When someone attacks me in my own home I tend to take it personally." She smirks and hands me the pistol. "Besides, I was thinking we could find your team and strengthen our forces."

"There's a problem with that plan, Jac." Jamie twirls another pistol on his finger. "She doesn't know where any of them are."

"Seriously?" She looks back at me and I nod.

"In case any of us were captured and tortured for information; we wouldn't give up anything even under the most extreme methods but it was just a precaution."

"I see…" Jac begins to think. "Well we need to go down to the station and find out if shots were reported at Jamie's and if so why didn't anyone come out."

"I'll stay here."

"No, I don't think we should split up," she says sternly and I nod with a smile. She's obviously the brains of the pair, confident and a tough cookie; I like her.

I hope she isn't the enemy.

She tosses me a woolly hat that matches the turtleneck she gave me. "That should hide those ears." She smiles.

"Yeah, thanks." I put it on and catch myself in the wardrobe mirror, with the thick jumper and the shirt under it, not to mention that I don't have the biggest breasts in the world, I look like I have a flat chest; I study myself a little more and tuck my hair into the hat.

"What are you doing?" Jamie asks, looking at me through the mirror.

"I look like a boy now." I smile. "A feminine boy but still a boy."

"Very cute." Jac smiles but Jamie just shakes his head.

"I call shotgun!" he announces, making his way out. Jac and I stare after him.

"Of course he has to sit in the front, he's my partner." She rolls her eyes.

"I call the actual shotgun then." I chuckle and pick it up off the bed along with a box of ammo.


The cops at the station aren't too bothered by me; I'm not in cuffs so they don't have anything to be concerned about. We make our way through to the back of the building where Jamie's Dad's office is; the name on the door says Roger Taylor. Jamie just knocks once and lets himself in.

"Hey Dad." He grins.

"Jamie, I thought it was your week off?" Roger asks. He's like an older version of Jamie, but has a bit of greying hair and his eyes are a darker blue. He sets his sights on me and his brow rises. "Who's your friend?"

"Marshall." Jac smiles. "Just a lost tourist."

"Bonjour." I smile. My accent and pronunciation sounds authentic.

"Doesn't speak much English either." Jamie adds with a chuckle.

"I see…" Roger eyes me suspiciously. "So what brings you here?"

"Well, I was wondering if anyone reported gun shots at my building last night."

"Yes but I assumed that if it was anything serious you'd call it in too." Roger shifts through some papers and meets my eyes again; I smile like a dimwit and then pretend to gaze around the room.

"Dad…" Jamie sighs. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Like what?"

"Like the real reason you didn't send anyone out to check on me? It could have been serious - I could be dead!"

"Was it serious?" Roger meets Jamie's eyes this time and he sighs.

"No but."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I…" Jamie begins to look frustrated so I tug the back of his jacket and make the drink signal when he looks at me. "Sure…See you Monday, Sir."

"He knows something, doesn't he?" Jac whispers once we're out of the office and I nod. We make our way back to the car and Jamie runs his hands through his hair in frustration once he's sat down.

"Sorry Jamie," I say, but I don't think it helps.

"It's alright," he sighs and looks back at me with a small smile. "You speak French?"

"And German, Polish, Dutch, Spanish, and Japanese – well, just about every language there is to know." I shrug.

"That's impressive." His smile grows for a moment then he shoots me a concerned look. "Are you alright back there?"

"I have a shotgun back here." I grin. "I'm peachy." It's a good thing I do because as soon as we reach the first set of lights something lands on the car roof.

"What the hell!" The pair stare at the roof. Something drips onto the windscreen; completely covering it in seconds and the face of the biggest Hound I've ever seen follows.

I cock the shotgun.