"The food is amazing here!" Rosamunde said with a grin.

Rosamunde slid out of her chair and stood. "Well, I've gotta run. Just wanted to stop by and say hi. Enjoy your meal." Rosamunde smiled again.

Buck could tell that Peter was annoyed, but he didn't let that bother him. "Did you see what way it went?" He asked.
***
Kahlynn's worries started to get the best of her as she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

Peter shook his curls. "No. I didn't. My other cousin, Miley and I left. Justin told us to leave. He was protecting us, Sir. We were supposed to wait for Ian. I think he was kidnapped by some weird sounding kid."

Mharz was on her way back to her house after some long time vacation she spend away from her hometown, she then thought of the things on her way and what will she do when she get there.

"I will visit Miley first and then ask her out today. Or maybe I juts have to drop by in her house then have some tea with her while discussing some of my souvenirs for her."

As she wonder these thoughts, she managed to push the clutch harder to run her car a bit faster. Then she turned left and went straight with home first. When she arrived at home she then put her things properly and headed to Miley's house to surprise her. They haven't seen each other for 5 years since she studied in other country.

Tears in her eyes, Miley heard the doorbell ring. Her mother asked, "Want me to get it?"
Miley answered, "It's okay. I will."
She slowly made her way to teh door and opened it to realize it was a friend of hers she hadn't seen since she was 12. "Mharz!"

"Uh...." Brian struggled to remember the name of his Father's firm. "Uh....I'm sorry I can't recall it" he said, looking sheepish. "It's cool that your Mother is a lawyer as well. Do you see her a lot? My Father is usually busy, so I don't see him often"

*******

Ian flipped open the folder, looking at the information he had just been given. A new identity. A new name. This was his chance. Ian would melt away away, and so would that dark record. That jewelry theft and his time and jail would disappear. No one would know... But my friends would. Unless I went away....far away. I could return to my home town and live a new life....with out that record he looked at the back of Alex's head, thinking. Then suddenly hot resolve rose up in him "No thanks, Alex. Just....no thanks." he threw the folder back up into the front seat.

"I have decided that you are an anoying little Pest" Nate said, looking for David's body... If he could get one clear shot on him that would be all he needed to maim and/or kill his advisary...

"Hardly! It is you who I would classify as a pest. You don't look much like a FBI officer anyhow. I wonder why such an important service as the FBI would pull such an immature amateur for this" David said back, staying concealed in the shadows of the trees. He knew that Nate wasn't joking. He knew the other man would shoot him if he had that chance...but he wasn't giving him a chance.

By the time Johnny entered the hospital's lobby, he had recovered (slightly) and thought up his lines (thoroughly). He bee-lined for the front desk. "Hey, Johnny Thomas, here for Susan, same last name." He flipped up his driver's license. The receptionist nodded, offered up her generic please-wait-here-we-will-be-with-you, and gestured to the surprisingly diminutive choice of seating.

Johnny headed towards a semi-full cluster of chairs and narrowly avoided running down his own father.

"Hi, Dad," he said. He was about to continue towards his destination, but then--"Wait, Dad? You're here, too?"

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"Aw, man, you should really keep it. You don't have to always use it. Just in tight spots, even." Like a demented game of ping pong between two criminals, Alec tossed the folder back to Ian. "Keep. It." He produced another taped packet from the console. "And give this to Micah, if you ever see him, okay?"

"First off, because idiots like you wouldn't suspect me of much, and secondly... Well there isn't another reason, so who turn is it now?" Nate asked, peeking around the edge of the tree he was hiding behind.

Mr. Thomas. put a hand on his oldest son's shoulder, wondering how he would take the news. He remembered how happy Johnny was the day they brought Justin home and how much he loved his brother when they were young. "It's about Justin...some theives got a hold of him and scalped him and stabbed his chest. He probably really will need you when he comes out of surgery...if he makes it."

Finding that he wasn't going to get much more out of Justin's family, Buck made his way to Kahlynn's room. He knocked the door...

"Come in."

Hello, I'm Chief Smith and I'd like to ask some questions about today's events. There's a victim missing still, and we'd like to track him down...

Ian! Kahlynn thought. "Go on, I'd be happy to help."

"Did you see any thing suspicious as the police arrived, in particular any vans?

So Ian was in trouble.. Yes there was a van that sped away to the west. I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than that...

Now we're getting somewhere, Buck thought.

Emmy felt sympathetic for Brian. "Yeah, my mom has been more and more busy lately. It wasn't always like that, though; before we moved here, and before my dad..." She was going to say "before my dad died," but her voice faltered, and she found that she didn't want to continue on that subject. She fought back a few painful memories that tried to spring up, and suddenly felt more cold than before. "Before we moved here," she repeated, leaving it at that. She turned her eyes downward and simply watched her steps, not knowing what else to say.

Stacey finished her pizza, seeing behind those beautiful eyes and wonderful hair, there was also a very kind boy. She asked Logan and Rosemunde, "Wanna go to the park?"

Brian had noticed how Emmy had not wanted to finish. He wanted to saying something, but the silence that came back over them both was impossible to break. It was like a blanket, wrapped around them both and secured with chain. He couldn't think of another subject to bring up. Cliche subjects like school seemed unfitting. He sighed, and looked up at the sky, as if willing it to drop a topic Well that's a silly idea... he chuckled to himself, then something popped into his head. "Do you like writing Emmy?"

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"No!" Ian protested, again tossing his folder, and now Micah's back up. "I can't decide for Micah, though I doubt he'll accept it either, but I don't want your 'new identity'."

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"I believe it's my turn" David said, thinking of his next move. For now, he thought it might be best to pull back, and wait until another more opportune time for the killing. So as a distraction he popped a shot into a near by tree, and bolted away from his hiding spot, beelining for his car parked at a curb that he could see through the trees.