"Jo, are you sure you know where we are going?" I asked, rolling her eyes. "I mean, not that I don't love a good stroll through the New York City sewer system, the abysmal state of these pipelines should really be reported to the city council. Do you think they know that they have a rat problem? I mean I would be more than willing to donate some poison if I thought they would put it to good use."

"Good God woman, do you ever stop talking?" Jo interrupted with a snap, looking down at her GPS glowing through the dim light. "Honestly Aideen, you haven't shut up since this morning."

"No, it's part of my charm." I grabbed Jo's arm, giving it a little tug. "Besides, your life would be boring without me."

Jo looked down at me clinging to her arm. Her fierce demeanor cracked for the briefest second, and something of a smirked crossed her face. I had known Jo for almost three years now. Ever since she decided to join our cause, we have become nearly inseparable, though it might not look it from the outside. We are very different. She is tall and well built, with her red hair always pulled back in a very military-esque bun. She had these hard, grey eyes that bored into your soul. She was intimidating by very nature.

I was not intimidating by nature. Blond hair, brown eyes, slightly under average height and 110lbs on a good day. An I-probably-could-have-been-good-at-gymnastics kind of body. Maybe the juxtaposition of her and I was what made our duo work.

"Where exactly are we headed anyway?" I asked, seriously wanting to get out of the stench of the tunnels.

"The 70th police precinct."

"Jo, I hate to burst your bubble, but shouldn't we be, oh I don't know, above ground if we want to find the precinct?" I let go of her arm, falling in line with her long strides instead.

"Not when we are trying to find the bunker underneath the police precinct, Aideen. The sewer system follows the same road network as above ground, so in theory if we walk to the precinct through the tunnels, it should be the same as finding it above ground." She looked back at the GPS before pointing to the tunnel on our right.

"Honestly, who picked an underground bunker as a good meeting place? Couldn't it have been in a field of tulips or something instead, I mean, at least that would smell better..." The appearance of a large bank-style vault door, as we turned the corner, stopped the prattle of words from my mouth. This door was seriously old, and guarded by Tucker and Herald, the AK-47.

"Tucker! Man, long time no see!" I ran forward knuckles raised and ready for the 7-step handshake.

Tucker slings Herald over his shoulder, fist up and ready.

Finishing the handshake, he pulls me in for a hug. Oh, how I missed him, even though Herald was digging into my arm that was wrapped around his back.

"Yo, chica! What have you been up too?" he asks, pushing me away but still holding onto my arms.

"Recon, always more recon."

"Still following Marcus around?" Tucker asks letting me go and pulling Jo in for a much more dignified "man hug".

"Nah, we lost him in Quebec," Jo responds, "we have been tracking his second instead. At least we were till we got the call from Henry to come to Brooklyn."

"Yeah but it's not like we were very far away. Nathan has been held up in his cabin upstate all month. Apparently, he's be on vacation." I hold up air quotes around vacation. "As if he ever actually works. To do that, Marcus would actually have to trust some one enough to let them help out."

"Why are we here anyway?" Jo asks. Whole group meetings were become more frequent in the past 6 months, but rarely were we instructed to drop our charges and come running.

"I don't know, Jeremiah was the one who called the meeting." Tucker responds.

"He must have found something." Jo surmises. "Are we the first ones here?"

Tucker answers, "Pretty much, I mean Jeremiah is here. Henry too. Couple of the newbies. Sarah and Mia are about a week out. They were in Mexico and didn't want to risk customs since the last fake identity breech, so they are driving up."

"So, what, no meeting until they get here?" Jo asks.

"Yeah probably not, not officially anyway."

"What?! You mean we left our perfect little inn room for a week of NYC sewer system?!" I remark, a little more loudly than necessary.

Tucker isn't fazed by my yelling, "I mean, I have been her for a week already, just hanging out with Jeremiah. Staying out of trouble of course," he quickly amended as Jo shot him a death glare.

Tucker and Jeremiah aren't known for staying quiet when they are left alone. Last time they were working alone, they got drunk and nearly blew the whole operation by barging into Marcus's corporate headquarters to have a "little chat". Luckily Henry got a hold of them before they breached security and kept them tied up for nearly a week. Looks like Henry finally gave them some slack in their precariously short leash.

"Well, if we are stalled here for a week, I am going to check-in with Henry and then go home," Jo comments. "Do you mind if I take the Jeep?"

Jo looks at me with hope in her eyes; a rare emotion for her. It had been over a month since she got to go home for a visit. I know the sacrifices she makes to be here; it's not easy to leave your kid behind, even if you are working to create a better world for them to grow up in.

"Jeep's yours."

"Thank you!" She almost squeals with delight, "I am going to go tell Henry." She turns to the door as Tucker spins the lock open, "Bye Tucker. See you next week!" And like just like that only me and Tucker remain in the tunnel.

"So, who picked this little slice of heaven as our home for the next week?" I asked Tucker, he visibly relaxed now that Jo went inside. He would never admit but she intimidated him. He told me once though, that he thought not even Herald could protect him from the wrath of Jo. Of course, he was great at accidentally pissing her off, so I suppose it was a fair statement.

"Jeremiah, obviously. Can't you tell? It totally fits his gloomy aesthetic!"

"Okay, I mean you aren't wrong. This is totally his style; bank vaults, dimly lit passages, leaky caverns. This place is straight up out of a sci-fi novel. Very Jeremiah." I pause shifting my weight to the other foot.

"But why here, why Brooklyn? He hates the Mets, with good reason." I add at the end, full well knowing the reaction I would get from the New York native, Tucker.

"Hey now... the Mets are the best baseball team in history!" Tucker feigns disgust, "I am astonished you would suggest otherwise!" He pauses, and looks around, as if checking for someone who could overhear. He leans in closer to me, so close I can feel his breath on my face, "But honestly, I think he is here for something. He has been in Brooklyn for five months, and you and I both know he hasn't stayed that long anywhere for a long time. Like for a decade long time. He has been acting kind of dodgy, even with me. And earlier today he got a text message on a phone I have never seen him with before. Like," Tucker pauses, "you know, a secret phone."

I smack Tucker on the arm. "Get out of here!" I remark, feigning shock. "Seriously, so what, he got a girlfriend and he is using a separate line. Not really that weird! Gosh, Tucker. You just live for a conspiracy, don't you?" I laugh, pulling away from him and heading to the door. "Don't you get enough of that doing what we do." I roll my eyes at him and step through the vault door.

I hear Tucker laugh from behind me, oh how I missed that laugh. But I was glad to hear I didn't hurt his feelings too much.