The scenery outside the car becomes more and more blurred as August puts his foot down. Jack is becoming increasingly hot on our tail and I can tell he's tense about it. When I go to check out the back window, my gaze falls on my little girl and somewhere deep down I feel a panic. The closest thing to mother instinct I'll probably every feel. I place a hand on August's arm and give him a worried look so he knows to slow down a little.

He's putting all three of our lives in danger.

"I can't just slow down, Willow. He's already only a car's distance away now as it is." He grunts, his jaw becoming tight.

"At this rate, we'll all die in a car crash anyway!"

A side road comes into view and he abruptly turns the wheel, sending us spinning down it. I grab onto the inside door handle and hold it tight, not taking my eyes off my baby for a second. She shakes around in the seat a little but the straps hold her in pretty well. She watches me as carefully as I am her and though she isn't upset yet, she seems to becoming more unsettled by the second.

"August!" I cry out but it seems he's in another world.

The road quickly becomes a dead end and he cries out in frustration. He attempts to full lock the wheel and do a turn but its too tight so he pulls the car to a stop and puts his head into his hands for a second. Jack's car is suddenly right behind us and pulling up along our left side as I whip off my seatbelt and launch myself in the back to hide my daughter.

Jack cannot see her. Not now when I've managed to keep her concealed for so long!

"August, please get rid of him!" I cry, unbuckling Mae from her seat and placing her carefully on the floor by my feet. I then crouch down over her, trying to steady my breathing, knowing that otherwise I'll just be panicking her.

The last thing I need is for her to start crying.

August then kicks into action when it looks like he suddenly has an idea. He throws himself across to the passenger side and opens the glove box, revealing a few handy pistols. He snatches one up and jumps out the car without a second thought, hurrying over to where Jack now pensively stands.

I know it's silly trying to hide and it probably makes me look far more suspicious but for some reason I can't help but feel this is the right thing to do to protect my daughter.

I watch over my shoulder through one of the windows and August approaches Jack. They've both got a gun pointed at each other and I can't help but gulp nervously. They look like they talk for a short moment before Jack comes well into my view, past August's shoulder and he takes a good look at me.

I try to crouch down further but it's no use. "Mama?" Mae's little voice whimpers. She's been so good throughout all of this, not a sound coming from her till now. Then again she has got two very skilled agents as parents. Perhaps this is her instinct.

Jack looks like he begins to make his way over to me but that's when August moves from his place in front of the car where he was hiding me from view and launches himself at Jack as they both go crashing to the floor in a heap. They fight for a short while and I can't help but become more impatient and worried. Suddenly, Jack gets back up but I can't see August.

"Willow, get out the car." He growls loudly with such fierceness that lose my breath for a second. I know he can see me and staying in the car will only be more of a danger when it comes to him seeing Mae. I sit up slowly, looking right at him as he approaches the car.

"Mae, honey. Can you stay down there and hide for mummy?" I ask with a soft voice, very quietly and she nods sweetly. "Good girl, I'll come back in a second." I add, still not taking my eyes off Jack and making sure that my lips hardly move. I then pull on the door handle and get out of the car, not too fast though with my bad ankle still playing up.

Luckily he doesn't get close enough to the car to see Mae. "What do you want now, Jack? I did what you asked." I say with a dark and firm tone, trying to match his seriousness.

He eyes me up from top to bottom and then find my eyes again. I try my hardest to keep eye contact with him but I can't help but try to find out what happened to August. There hasn't been a gun shot yet so he can't be too badly hurt.

"Did you really, now?" He challenges.

I shrug with an eyebrow raised. "What? Don't you trust me?"

"Not really." He mutters taking a step closer and I tense up a bit.

"No closer!" A voice demand from the side and we both look to see August stood there, seemingly unhurt with his arms crossed. I guess they just made a deal to let me talk to Jack for a moment and I'm glad he's okay. Perhaps more relieved than I should be. "That was the deal, Myers."

Jack snarls in his direction. "I make the deals here."

"Just do what you have to do, Jack and then get out of here." August orders, ignoring Jack's comment about superiority.

"August's a bigger man than you'll ever be, you know. He did what you never could." I quip to cut short Jack's cockiness.

"What? Faked his death? How courageous." Jack sighs in frustration.

"Leaving D.A.R.E and you know it." I seethe.

He ignores me and continues his previous point. "So you did what you were asked but to answer your question from before, no. I do not trust you and I want to know what else you have up your sleeve." He demands with his jaw gritted. I shrug again, not dignifying him with a response. "So suppose you did what we asked and only that. I have the orders to kill you now, regardless." He says, raising his gun quickly and I throw myself on to the ground and roll so he can't get a good shot. He let's the gun off but I don't feel pain and assuming I'm unharmed, I try my best to jump up and throw myself at him.

It's too late though and he's already on the ground being tackled by August.

"That definitely wasn't in the deal, Myers!" He growls as he whacks at his arm and Jack's gun goes flying. I snatch it up and hold it over him.

"The jig's up, Jack. You're not getting rid of me today so what else do you want?" I sneer, flicking the safety off again.

He holds his hands up in surrender, something I don't think I've ever seen Jack do before and I'm a little shocked for a second. "Okay, okay. Just wait a second." He pleads, trying to sit up but August holds him down aggressively. "I wouldn't have killed you, you know." He says casually but also somehow genuinely when he gives up trying to get up.

"Of course, I know that." I smile sarcastically before I roll my eyes and grit my teeth. "You expect me to believe that after everything you've done? You're only priorities are yourself and D.A.R.E."

He sags a little. "I know my duty is to off you now but I would've just shot you somewhere that wouldn't have killed you."

"Oh well that's very reassuring."

"Seeing as there's not much chance of me fulfilling the one thing I have been asked to do... you may as well just let me go."

I trace my hand over the lines of the gun with a smirk on my face. "Oh, let you go, huh? Yeah, I think... not." I then hold the gun back over him. "Jack after everything that's happened I need you to give me a reason as to why I shouldn't just let this thing go off right now."

"I-I... Well you love me, don't you? You'd never do it."

I curl my fingers around the barrel and onto the trigger, threatening to pull it with a hard look on my face. "Oh really?"

I pull the trigger and he lets out a scream and begins to hyperventilate when he realises he's not dead but in fact still unfortunately, very alive. "I knew you wouldn't do it!" He exclaims in triumph when he sees I only shot the ground very close to his left arm but when my smirk doesn't let up, he goes quiet.

"I missed on purpose. Next time, I won't."

His throat constricts for a second as he gulps, trying to decide whether I mean it or not.

"Willow," August's voice suddenly hisses, panic deeply set in it. I look to him and follow his gaze to the car where little Mae is no longer hidden on the floor but stood up on the back seat trying to look out. She's looking right at me and my tight grip on this gun.

I then notice Jack in the corner of my vision try to bend his neck to see past me and into the car so I jump forward, fully blocking his view. "What have you got in that car? More rebel forces?" He sneers.

"Of course not." I cut over him. "But I still need a reason Jack. My fingers are starting to... twitch a bit. Who knows when this thing will go off again?"

"You know I can't give you one." He grunts, slumping back. "Other then perhaps..."

"What?" I demand to know, time is running out and my daughter is witnessing all of this!

"The reason why I killed your beloved boss." He says with a dark grin on his face.

"I couldn't really care less about that corrupt man." I shrug casually. The truth is while I don't miss the guy all that much, I am curious as to why he was killed. He sees the curiosity on my face and his smirk deepens.

"If I tell you will you let me free?"

I raise a shoulder slowly, pretending to think. "Maybe." Not. But he doesn't need to know that.

He clears his throat. "There are actually two reasons and I'm only telling you this to make our little deal fair."

"You only ever play dirty, though." I challenge him.

"Perhaps but this is a life or death moment. I'll play fair this one time. Who knows maybe it'll change me."

"Doubt it."

"Anyways. This next mission I'm being sent on isn't nearly as corrupt as all the others that I've been told to do, you know. I'm actually looking forward to a real mission where I have a healthy set target and a proper job to do. I leave later today, Willow and it'll mean the world to me if I can make it."

"Aw." I say fondly. "What a lovely sob story that I'm not buying."

"It's true! You have to understand how important this is."

"Tell me the truth about Robert, maybe answer a few other questions I have and I might let you go." I muse with a hand on my chin like I'm thinking. Maybe what he says is true but he certainly doesn't deserve a chance at happiness.

"Done!" He cries before I can change my mind.