Micah said, "I'm at the juvie center! Are you okay?"

Doctor Thorton rushed into Justin's room. He comtemplated giving Justins even more pain medication, but knew it may compromise his health. He undid the bandages and found that even through the precautions that had been taken, infection was begining to grow. He made the hard desicion to inject more pain medication, wich made Justin slowly become groggy and unaware. Doctor Thorton then did the best he could to clease Justin's wounds with disinfectant, but knew there was oly so much it could do. He was lucky he has cought the infection early, or Justin's chance of living would be reduced to zero.
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Lucretia was in awe of Miley's good will, "Oh would you?" She relished the idea of staying in a real home, with a real family, it was a privalege she had never had in her entire life. To be a part of a home... "Thank you so much I would really apreciate that..."

Brian cast a lingering look over Emmy before turning around and walking the other way, heading to his own home. As he turned around his face twisted into an odd look of victory and anger. In one way he had won this small fight with Logan, but Logan's sneering words still burned afresh in his mind and he knew this was far from over. He knew that tomorrow, or the next day Logan and him would go at it again....who knows how far it would go this time....

Miley's parents agreed to letting Lucretia stay untill they found a place for her to live. Then, they would sign papers to adopt her if they couldn't. So, the next morning at breakfast, Miley asked, "Did you sleep well?"

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Justin woke up still somewhat sleepy. He noticed Maralyn and Sarah loyally waiting beside him. "Did you two sleep okay?"
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Since he already finished his breakfast, Peter texted Brian and Logan, asking if they wanted to hang out. Then, he wondered if Justin was home from the hospital. He turned to Miley's parents, his aunt and uncle. "Is Justin okay?"
A sadness crept over him, as they told him the seriousness of what happened last night. "I should visit him some time today."
Miley asked, "When you want to go?"
Peter said, "As soon as I hear form Brian and Logan."
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In her pink room, Stacey texted logan: I had a wonderful time with you last nite.

Kahlynn replied, "I'm fine, just a little..." She coughed. "Water in the lungs. How are you? You said you were in JV?"

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Buck had enough of the chase. He floored it, passed the van, then turn sharply in front of it. He forced it off the road and cornered it between his car and an oak tree. He got out and drew his pistol.
"Get out and put your hands up!"

When the blindness finally cleared from Nate's eyes he stood up and looked around. But all he saw was the park, looking like it would on any other day. But then again. Parks on any other day don't have a bullet holes in a the dumpster with bullet casings laying around.

Then walking forward he found the used flashbang grenade, reaching into his pocket he pull out a latex glove. Which he then used to pick up the spent grenade (to prevent fingerprint damadge)

"Your darn right, you are definitely going to be in my files now"

With the frag as his distraction, David had made a clean escape in his car, and was now racing down the quiet streets of Ditto town to his 'home'. The screen in his dash currently displayed a map of the city, and the directions to his apartment. It gave him orders in it's monotone voice, which he ignored, knowing the various streets he had to take by heart. He glanced in his rear view mirror, and was satisfied when he saw to trace of any chase. "Left him in my dust...." he chuckled.

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The sun rose quickly the next morning, bringing with it the warmth of it's raise, and the cheeriness of it's glow. It was the alarm to all Church goers to rise and dress to go to the morning service, but for others it was simply the wake up call of another day. Black coffee could be smelled in a small one room apartment, coming from a low power maker plugged in at the table. David sat at this table, staring into the screen of his laptop and sipping the thick substance in a mug in his hand. His eyes were locked intently on the emails within his inbox. But the newest one at the top with no subject was the one he wanted. When he clicked on it, it opened and read 'Call me first thing tomorrow. Hope you got your man'. He reached to the side of his computer and flipped open his cell phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. It rang 7 times then was picked up.

"What do you call the black pen?"

"Locked in" David breathed.

The line then was transferred and he waited. Not a minute later a voice began speaking.

"Ah...David. You get my message? I trust your hunt yesterday was successful?"

"Hardly. This guy is an FBI agent." David said, twirling a pen in his fingers "I just tested him yesterday. I'll get him today. I had to see what he was made of"

"I told you not to mess this up!"

"I didn't mess it up. I'm going to get him.....but only if you keep your end of the deal. I can see why he's a threat to you, after getting a taste of his skill. I might just leave him lay, unless you tell me how your work is going" David said

"My work is going well. I found out what her current situation is"

"Good. I'll get the guy today. Tonight I want all the info on what you've dug up."

"Alright. But you have to get him" The voice rasped, then hung up.

David snapped his phone shut, and closed his laptop, setting it aside to finish his mug of coffee. A small framed picture greeted his eyes, and his heart gave a pang upon seeing it. The smiling face of his sister was what he saw, and her dancing eyes looking at his. How many years ago had it been now? He couldn't recall, but it had been far too long. His sister was the whole reason for his hatred of the law, and burning passion to destroy all under it's employ. Because it had been that law which had sentenced his sister to a life of prison for a murder she didn't commit. That law, which was supposed to protect the innocent until proven guilty, and one man, and done it to her. Justin Thomas. That man's name brought a bad taste into his mouth. He loathed the man, and hoped someday to get even with him for what he had done. But he couldn't trouble his mind now with his plans of revenge someday, he had a job at hand. Rising from his seat he pulled the plug on the coffee maker and tossed his cup into the sink.

He quickly got dressed, pulling on his normal suit of black, and pair of black sunglasses. He then strapped on his gun holsters (one around his waist, one on his leg, and then his shoulder holster). After this, the last piece of attire he needed was his trench coat, which was hung on a coat rack near the door. He snatched this from it's place on the way out, then locked his door and left.

Micah answered, "Yes. I'm in JV I need a lawyer. At least one who can me sure my dad is behind bars for good atht eh jail."
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After getting home from church, Peter decided to pay Micah a visit and was stunned at waht he saw. Micah looked so different. "How are things going for you?"
Micah groaned, "Not too good. I'm really sorry about your cousin. I never meant for that to happen."
Peter assured him, "It's not your fault. I should have told him distracting them was a bad idea unless he had a gun."
Micah asked, "Are you going to visit him today?"
Peter calmly answered, "Yeah. I wish this never happened to either one of you."
Micah looked at his feet, then up. "I have to pay for my crimes."
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Miley was with Lucretia, visiting Justin in the hospital.They were able to remove some of the bandage from his head and chest. She held her brother's hand. "Oh Justin."
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Jen decided to visit Kahlyn in the hospital. "How's your ankle?"

Nate woke up. Groggy eyed and tired, he had spent all of last night compiling files against this guy. He had learned that his name was David; his sister was a convicted felon for murder, interesting enough Tomas was once again involved in this case Can’t Justin just keep his nose clean? He though, but then he remembered that Peter and Justin were related and suddenly it all made sense.

Nate grinned and finished packing up the Flash bang grenade. He was sending it to the lab to get finger print work done. Just for some added extra proof that would make Nate’s case against David undefeatable.

Suddenly he was pulled out of his world of international thieves and secret agents and back into the real world “Nate! Are you coming to church?” Angie yelled up the stairs Nate responded with silence and Angie yelled back “Make sure you put the cereal away when you are done!”

Nate rolled his eyes and fell back into his bed, if there was a God, then that God certainly did not deserve his worship. Not after what happened overseas, God was supposed to be a loving caring God. Yet he let all that bad things happen? No. If God was truly a loving caring God then he wouldn’t of let Levi dye, or any of the other squad members.

After about two minutes of these thoughts he stood up. And forgot he was missing a leg, which cause him to fall flat on his face "Darn" he said, pushing himself up. Nate grabbed his metal leg, he preffered the wood one (made him more intimadating) but that one was in for repairs. So he strapped on his metal one made his way down to the breakfast table.

Kahlynn replied, "Oh it's coming along, I don't really think about it much with everything else going on. How are you?"

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Buck noticed Ian in the car. "Let the kid out!" He said. "Before I have to go in there myself. He was preparing himself to break into the van. This was not going to be easy.

Jen shook her head. "Peter is worried sick. Worried about Justin, yet he doesn't want Micah in juvie. I just am shocked. I mean, Justin was a great cousin for Peter and the best youth leader I could imagine at church. I just hope he pulls out okay and isnt a different person or anything..."

Miley tried not to gawk at bed ridden Justin, who was covered in in bandages. She wished she could do somethig to help but didn't think Justin would be interested in a fruit basket or a teddy bear.
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Joshua Keeton strode into JV to have a talk with Micah. He had been bored to death with zoning cases and was cracing some more juciy stuff. This Micah kid was lucky he had a guy like Joseph Landers on his side! Joseph was determined to win this case for him. He straightened his suit and made a sure-footed entrance into the room where Micah and Peter where talking.
He stuck his hand out to Micah and said confidently, "Hello, I am Joseph Landers. I'm going to be your lawyer and I would like to have a word with you," he glanced at the orther boy, "Alone."

After he got home from church, Logan's cell phone buzzed in the pocket of his jeans, alerting him to a new text. He slid the phone open and saw the message from Peter, asking if he wanted to hang out later today. He grinned, glad that Peter would ask him. He quickly replied, saying he was totally up for it, and then asked what Peter was doing right now.

Only a few minutes later, he got another text; this time from Stacey. He texted her back, and told her he had fun too.

"Who're you texting?" Emmy asked curiously, coming down the stairs and seeing Logan sitting lazily on the couch with cell in hand.

"Stacey," he replied absently.

"Are you two going to go out again?"

Logan didn't really get her sudden curiosity. "Sure, probably."

"When?" She pressed.

"What's with the questions, Ems?" Logan finally protested. "Since when are you so interested in who I hang out with?"

Siezing her chance, Emmy finally revealed her hidden tactic. "Since you accosted Brian and I yesterday; that's 'since when.'" She stood in front of him with arms crossed and eyes that demanded an apology.

Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. This was the second time since yesterday's confrontation that they had argued about it. "Please. When will you get over that?"

"It was very rude of you!" she insisted.

Logan stood from the sofa and stormed past her, unwilling to engage in this conversation. Before leaving the room, however, he changed his mind and turned around. "I don't get you, Emiline. One moment you just want to hide yourself away in your room reading books and refusing to even try to have friends, and the next minute you've got a crush on the one kid in all of Ditto Town who I can't stand. You just don't make sense!"

He didn't wait for her response. He merely grabbed his skateboard and left the house, willing to be anywhere but with his sister. He rolled down the road a short way, his mind trying to sort the confusion out. He and Emmy were very different in a lot of ways, but they rarely got into huge fights like that. One thing he knew for certain: this was all Brian's fault.

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Emmy stood silent as Logan berated her, and watched as he left the house. He had voiced the very conflict that was already torturing her: her feelings for Brian. He was right; she normally wasn't the type to get close to anyone, let alone defend them so ardently. Her own feelings confused her, and she didn't know how to make sense of them. The tangle of emotions was almost too much to bear; she sighed deeply, and went back to her room to find comfort in one of her favorite books.

Peter obeyed quietly, but not before saying bye to his friend. After his mom drove him home, he decided to go for a walk. He noticed Logan on his skateboard, looking angry. "Hey. What's wrong, man?"

Nate's cell rang, so he picked it up and hit the green button "Hello?" he asked "Green. This is the directer, I think we may have bitten off more then we can chew"

Nate raised his eyebrow and said "What?" the Directer replied "The finger prints you sent to the lab, well they are the finger prints of a man with zero respect at all for the law"

Nate shrugged and said "What criminal does?" The Director responded by saying "You miss understand me, this guy goes out of his way to kill all who respresent the law. We have four dead agents tied to this one man"

"Crap"