With each passing moment she spent in the claustrophobia inducing bunker, Naomi felt the weight of her pistol more and more against her hip.

It was a tense situation that could go badly in an instant. Naomi wanted nothing more than to get out of there with David in tow but she just didn't trust Starkson to get it done if he didn't have any…encouragement.

Staying was just as dangerous though, she did not trust Starkson with her and David safety but this was Lisa's life on the line. And if she put her own paranoia over Lisa's life then she'd never forgive herself.

"Alright," Starkson said as the stood next to her. When they told him in no uncertain terms that they weren't leaving unless and until they had the information they wanted about Lisa; Starkson had brought them down to the computer room where he had his so called best techs working.

"Here is a list of all the time travelers we've ever had," he showed her a list on the huge computer monitor that almost took up a wall, "Due to our calculated observations-"

"He means that even the Guardians have Guardians," David interrupted.

"This is a list of the time traveler's that would have the education to do this."

Twelve names came up.

"Eight are dead now," Starkson continued.

"Couldn't they have visited this time somewhere in their lives?"

"We keep careful track of our time travelers."

Naomi scoffed, "Not carefully enough obviously."

Starkson glared at her in a way that made her smirk bigger despite the circumstances.

"Find them," Starkson told his techs, "I want to know where they are."

"What if it isn't the time traveler that's doing it?" Naomi asked suddenly.

"What?"

Naomi paled. She'd been trying to blame Starkson so much for this that she might've failed to see what was right in front of her, "What if that…whoever the time traveler is, he's the ride so to speak. What if there's someone else responsible?"

Starkson turned, "Pull up all the time travelers from the year 2013 onwards."

A list of 85 members came up.

"Oh Gee, is that all?" Naomi asked.

"The records are a bit harder to get after this," Starkson said, "It's about the time things s start to get insane."

"So, you don't have anything?" Naomi demanded.

"Oh, I can guarantee you that our records are correct, but if you want someone with an education on how to…" he stopped as if something suddenly dawned on him and he shook his head, "Oh, you clever girl."

"What?" Naomi asked.

"I think I might know who's responsible," Starkson said.

"That's convenient," David muttered.

"She's not a time traveler, she's a…" he hesitated, "Let's go talk in the office."

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"Her name is Samantha Braun," Starkson said and handed a file over to Naomi.

Naomi narrowed her eyes, "I don't know a Samantha Braun."

"You don't yet, but you're going to one day," he sat down, "One day she'll be your niece."

Naomi opened the file to see a woman with black hair staring blankly at the photograph.

"Does Joseph know about this?"

"Of course not," he said, "If I told you everything I know then I'd have nothing left to make sure I stayed alive."

Naomi looked at the woman with dead eyes, "What happened to her to make her like this"

"She grows up in a time where the world is trying to pull itself together from the destruction that Harving does to it. Trust me; I grew up in that time as well so I can understand why she'd be so bitter."

"So in a temper tantrum she creates a disease that destroys us…why?"

"I said I can understand why she was bitter, doesn't mean I understand her when she's being insane."

Naomi stared at the photo, the woman didn't have Joseph's eyes, but there were hints enough in her face for her to know that she was who Starkson claimed she was.

"How do you know she's responsible?"

"She was raised by John Walker; of course she would have the brains to do it."

"And you're sure that it's her that's responsible?"

"Not completely, but now that I know what to look for, I'd recognize her signature anywhere.

Naomi swallowed, "Can you find her?"

"Oh without a doubt."

"Then what are we standing around here for?" Naomi asked,

"We?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "No, you can't be there."

"What do you mean I can't be there?"

"Because she knows who you are and she…she sort of blames you for some of the things that will happen."

Naomi looked up sharply, "Like what?"

"We don't have time for that," he nodded to Anna, "Get a team together."

"Starkson, like what?" Naomi demanded again.

"She thinks you're the reason that she'll never meet Joseph."

Naomi drew in a shaky breath and looked down, "And am I?"

"Bernard Harving kills him first. I can see how she would think that. After all, he's willing to drive you insane by killing everyone you care about-"

Naomi took the picture out of the file and threw the file down angrily, "Find her and get her here."

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Robert came in through the door and sat next to Lisa, "Jane told me that you nearly fell."

He saw her hands clench the microscope, but she didn't look up, "Jane has a big mouth."

"She's worried about you," he grabbed her elbow, "Do you need to lie down?"

"If I lie down, then I'm scared that I'm not going to get back up, honey-" she stopped and quickly corrected herself, "Robert. Robert."

"There are other people working to save lives here."

"If you shove work off on someone else then you can't say anything against them when it ends in disappointment. I need to work. I'll sleep when I'm dead which may not be too long in the future."

"You keep working like this and you'll be dead faster."

"I'm not moving, you're going to have to sedate me."

"Lisa," he sat next to her, took off his glove and grabbed her hand, "You keep working yourself like this and I will."

"Gee, I'm only trying to save my own life."

"I know. Lisa, I know," he said and she saw that he was struggling too, "But if you die then the last memories I have of you aren't going to be like those bodies I see being taken away."

Unbelievable. Was he honestly going to guilt her? She stood up and walked towards the door.

"Lisa!" he stood up quickly, "Lisa, what are you doing?"

"You don't get to come back after I haven't seen you for years and tell me what you're going to do if I don't do what you want."

"Alright," he said finally satisfied that she'd finally given him some kind of reaction.

She rested the palms of her hands against her eyes, "I should never have come back."

"It's your job to try and save lives here."

"I'm not talking about this," she sighed and sat down, "The team disbanded, and I had the chance to leave, and the Facility came after me and I came back to the group and I could've left again but I didn't. And now I'm going to die."

"No Lisa, you're not going to die. Your friends have a lead and-"

"They'll never find any answers in time, you know that."

"Yes they will, one of them is a time traveler. He can…slow down time and they can get this done and your life will be saved-"

"They trust the same people that use them for pawns and rip families apart. And the same people that didn't let us…" she stopped and drew in a breath, "We were going to be happy. We were going to have a family and they took that from us!"

"Lisa-."

"Because I was young and I was stupid and I let you go and they would've come after us if I had gone with you. But that's not the point. I didn't know that at the time. I let you go because I chose the Facility over you. And I've regretted that every day of my life. I want you to know that before I die"

"Okay," he wrapped his arms around her, "Listen to me. Giving up is just feeding that fear. You're not going to die."

"And I don't have anything to leave behind," she started crying, "No kids…all the work I did is being taken advantage of by them."

"I know."

"I just wish that I could change everything."

"I know," he whispered, "So do I."

She broke down for a few minutes before she pulled away and straightened out her coat, he realized that she had put back up her wall, "I have work I need to do."

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Jane clenched the bags tightly with her hand as she walked to the lab that most of the other scientists had set up on the other side of the docks.

"Hey," John Walker greeted as she came in.

"Here are the samples," she placed the bag in front of him.

"Thank you."

She plopped next to him and watched as he rolled his eyes, "Have you found anything?"

"Not if you keep pestering me."

"It's just…Lisa's not getting any better."

"I'm quite aware of that," he muttered, "It's usually what happens when one is sick."

"She's going to die, Walker."

"That's still surprising for you?" he looked at her, "Knowing them isn't going to extend their life. It all ends for them Jane, just like it'll end for us one day."

She scowled, "I don't even know why I told you this, I wouldn't expect you to understand,"

"Because I don't associate myself with one of them?" he opened one of the samples, "Will getting emotional save their lives?"

"No."

"Exactly."

"It wouldn't hurt you to show some emotions though. Let me know there's something in there."

"Why? Because it's the human thing to do? We're not human Jane. You're getting too deep in that little fantasy and it's only going to hurt you in the end. I saw how you reacted when Mark Snow died. What's it going to do to you when Lisa dies as well?"

She stood, he was right, he had a cure to find and she was just wasting time trying to make him see something that was against his programming, "Goodbye John."

"I'm just trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," she said, got outside and rested against the wall.

The weight of the situation came down on her like a ton of bricks and she started sobbing and slowly sank down.

Someone yelled something and she looked up during her breakdown to see the soldier named Alex with a gun pointed at one of the other ones that Jane was certain had fallen on Lisa.

Several soldiers surrounded them but there were no words spoken. The man just closed his eyes and let Alex shoot him in the head with the bullet. Jane gasped, stood up and raced through them. She caught the body before it hit the ground, "What have you done?"

"He's the reason your friend is sick."

Jane looked up at him in shock and then looked back down at the body, "H-He could've told us who did this-."

"No he couldn't. He doesn't know. He just wanted her dead because of what Synzada did to her. His actions have nothing to do with what's happening now."

Alex holstered the gun and dismissed the men.

Jane stared at the body for a few seconds before leaving him where he was.

She had work to do.