Whenever Jane was around government officials like the ones surrounding her now, she always kept her hand on the butt of her gun.

Now she kept it there for so long that her arm was starting to cramp.

"Where will they take him?" she asked one of the guards as the body bag containing Mark Snow was wheeled past.

"They're going to take him to a more secure location where they can perform an autopsy."

She tensed, "And what? Perform experiments on the body?"

"Ma'am, with all due respect we need to understand what's going on. And in order to do that, then yes we're going to run tests."

"You mean experiments."

"You may call it whatever you like, but remember that we're doing this to save your lives."

"I'm not one a superhuman," she said and glared at him; "I'm not one of THEM and remember that they are human as well. I just want to make sure that this man gets back to his family."

"If any of them are left."

Jane grabbed him by the coat and slammed him hard against the wall, "Say that again."

She was interrupted by the honking of some car horn and looked sharply to her right at the approaching headlights.

Her hand instinctively went to her gun as the car came to a stop and the lights were turned off.

Her eyes immediately adjusted and she saw who it was.

"Hello little sister," John Walker said as he got out of the car, "I heard you might be looking for me."

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David had once told Naomi that she couldn't shut down and go for days being depressed. It wasn't healthy for one to feel sorry for themselves and it didn't do anyone a bit of good.

With everything she'd been through, Naomi felt like she was entitled maybe a little self-pity. Tonight at least.

Joseph was supposed to be smarter than this. He was supposed to be their leader he was supposed to look out for them; he wasn't supposed to be doing stupid things like this.

He crossed the line, that was just it. Did he really expect her to work or cooperate with the Guardians if his plan didn't work and she was forced to follow through on the deal?

She wasn't going to do it, that was all there was too it.

She looked up as the truck drove up and David opened the passenger door, "Looking for a ride?"

Naomi stood and climbed into the truck. The vehicle shook when she slammed the door as hard as she could.

"I'm guessing the talk didn't go well."

Naomi knew that if she couldn't trust her brother then who could she trust?

She put her head in her hands and started sobbing.

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The nosebleeds were coming more frequently now, and Lisa knew that in six hours she'd have run out of time and she would have no choice but to find a hospital bed.

She knew that finding a cure was less than likely, "We're going to find out a cure for this and you're going to be fine."

Lisa knew that without a doubt she was going to die.

And now that Robert knew she was infected as well, he'd glued himself to her side practically. Every poke, every prod, every blood drawing was done under his watchful eye.

"You have a team you need to run," Lisa told him.

"You won't let your friends in here; you won't even let me tell them. Someone's going to have to be in here with you."

"I don't need anyone."

"Everyone needs someone," Robert told her, "Especially during dea- during something like this."

"I'm not going to have you sit here and watch me die. You think that's the way to end the relationship? I'm not going to die with that on my conscience."

"And if you're going to die, then you're not going to do it by yourself."

She was about to answer him when the computer went off and she typed in a few keys to bring up results. When she read the results of the chemical breakdown, she folded her hands together and rested her mouth against them.

"What is it?" Robert asked.

"When…when I ran the chemical analysis I had broken down…everything trying to find some kind of a match. There's no match."

"Tell me what that means."

"It means that according to this machine, the chemical weapon wasn't created with anything on this world. And so if we can't find what created it then we can't find a cure."

"Well perhaps the computer is wrong."

"No," she shook her head, even if it was wrong, she knew that they had no time to check before she slipped into the coma that everyone else eventually slipped into.

"Robert, I'm going to die."

To Be Continued.