Jermaine:

I stand over an unconscious Delta, dropping the chair that I used to stop her. I think about swinging her over my shoulder and escaping, but before I can make a move, police officers flood the room and force me to my knees. My hands once again feel the familiar tug of handcuffs. I don't resist. After all, behind bars is where I belong, its where I deserve to be.

"Stop," says a weak voice. Mary. I turn towards her, guilt and joy lighting up inside my heart. I watch as she roughly pulls herself up from the floor. With shaky legs, she attempts to come between me and the officer. The cop voices some complaints, but is quickly silenced when she flashes her badge.

"This is government business. Get out," she growls. She grabs the keys from him and releases me. Soon after, the police officers begrudging leave the room, mumbling profanities aimed at my sister. I make no move to get up or say anything and just stare at Mary. She opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her.

"I'm sorry," I say, my voice cracking with tears. I wrap my arms around Mary, giving her a tight hug. Her face breaks into one of her rare smiles.

"Its okay. I know it wasn't you," she says softly, but I can't help but notice those purple marks covering her neck. Seeing me looking at them, she gives me a final squeeze before peeling me off her. After the death of our family, physical contact isn't one of her favorite things.

"When are sending me back?" I ask, knowing it's a question that needs to be answered. Mary gives me a surprised look.

"Where? Prison?" she questions. I nod as if she should know. "You're not going back." she states firmly. I stand up quickly, knowing this isn't fair.

"I need to go back! I broke the law!" I argue. She raises an eyebrow, a clear sign she's annoyed with my outburst.

"I don't care. You're staying here with me," Mary responds, shaking her head.

"You can't do that!" I answer, my voice rising.

"I can do what I want. I work for the government. I keep their secrets, they keep mine," she snaps. I stand dumbfounded, reminded of my sister's power. Her influence kept me safe from the electric chair and now its keeping me away from prison all together. "Now, help me get her in handcuffs. She could wake up anytime...please." Her voice growing softer at the word: please. I follow Mary's orders, swinging Delta over my shoulder with ease. She gives me more instructions to lay her down where Mary handcuffs her hand to the bed. I pause to look at a cowering Night, her blue eyes glued to the floor. Is she upset I escaped punishment?

"Do you really not want revenge?" Night asks, lifting up her eyes to meet mine.

"I want my sister alive more than I want you dead," I answer, forcing down some anger. Its going to take just as much time to get rid of this anger as it did to get this much of it. I turn away from Night just as Mary goes to help her into another bed. She calls for the doctors in the process. Seeing the blood staining Night's clothes reminds of the blood coating my knuckles. I go to clean my hands, but something pulls me back. Turning around, I see Delta's remaining hand gripping my wrist.

"Traitor...you filthy traitor..." she growls.

"It wasn't justice. It was murder," I respond while trying to free my hand, but she merely tightens her grip.

"It was my justice," Delta growls back. She searches my eyes for regret, but she will find none. She will only find remorse; pity for her because she has not yet escaped her grief.

"It was no one's justice," Mary interrupts, cutting into the conversation. Delta turns her fiery glare towards my sister. Meanwhile, the doctors wheel Night away, attempting once again to save her life. "Now, we need to talk." Mary says, bringing my attention back to the conversation. "But first let go of my brother's wrist."

"What if I don't?" Delta challenges.

"If you don't, I'm going to break that hand and anything else I see fit to break," Mary answers, her patience wearing thin. Delta says nothing and continues to only glare. Mary does the same and increases the amount of tension by the thousands. Wordlessly, Delta releases my wrist. I waste no time leaving the room. I don't want to spend another minute in this atmosphere.

Mary:

I'm alone with this woman, my brother having abandoned the room. I can see why he joined her. She's still physically fit as if she never left the war. Her sniper skills certainly didn't leave her. I sigh; I need her, even if the thought of asking for help disgusts me. Night is injured and while Delta can't really be called a replacement, she can definitely be a key member. Besides, I want to offer her the same freedom I've given Jermaine.

"I have a proposition for you. You join my team and help defeat the demons, I can give you a jail free card," I offer. The thought of manipulating the government to my will doesn't exactly settle well on my stomach, but I worked hard to get my position, I might as well reap the benefits.

"I'd rather rot in prison then work with Night," she answers, her voice spitting venom. I give her an exasperated sigh.

"Fine, but you won't be the only one suffering," I growl in return. "The public finds out you attacked a government official; they'll label you a terrorist. You'll shame your whole family. Then, America will turn on your family and persecute them like the Romans persecuted Christians. Are you really willing to put your family through that much pain?"

"They can handle it," she shots back, but I notice the slight doubt in her voice.

"Really? I heard your older brother's wife is pregnant with their second child, isn't that a lot of stress to put on an expecting mother? Or how about your younger brother? He's everyone's favorite boxer right now. It would definitely be damaging to his career if they found out that his sister is a terrorist. Then, your poor, aging parent... Their peaceful retirement would be shattered by the media. It would be absolutely devastating to them. So let me ask you: do you still think they can handle it?" I question. What I'm doing is low. I know, but it is in the name of protecting humanity. I am met with a few, long minutes of silence.

"Fine, I'll do it," Delta finally answers. Even though she is defeated, she raises her head as if she feels nothing but victory. Maybe in different circumstances we could have been friends.

"Wise decision; it would be in your best interest if you keep this between us. The government prefers to keep their hands clean, understand?" I question, the slight hint of threat evident in my voice. She nods her head in the most defiant way possible. Seeing my work is done, I give one finale nod and start to leave the room. Standing in the doorway, Julie holds out my phone. A smile laced with disappointment on her face.

"James wants talk to you. It's...important," she says. I don't bother saying anything while taking the phone and exit the room, but do make a mental note to ask her what's wrong.

"Hello?" I say into phone.

"Hello, Mary," James answers. "I'm going back to my church...I already got my pay check." I am silent, but not out of shock. The grief in his eyes already told me he was done. I'm just sad Julie didn't see it.

"Fine, is that all you wanted to say?" I question, feeling like I should say something to ease the pain, but not really knowing what words would bring peace.

"No... I have to warn you that these demons like to use mind games. They can make a painful memory into a living nightmare. You need to go over your teams mental health and soon. They're coming. I can feel it." James warns.

"Thank you for the warning, but my team is fine. Night and Shane are kind of getting along. Summer has some parent issues, but that's it," I respond, having confidence in them.

"Yes, but are you sure you know everything about your team?" James questions, his voice thick with mystery.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyes narrowing.

"Night has hidden a past from us and maybe even from herself. She grew up in the slums of Honeywood." James explains. I stop at the mere mention of that town. It's forgotten, abandoned by America and the rest of world. Comparatively, it makes Las Vegas look one of the holiest cities in Nevada. "That's not all. It seems her younger brother died from starvation at the age of five. A month later, her mother commits suicide by hanging herself. Finally, her father goes to work and never comes back. After that, she ran away to your hometown and met Shane."

"Oh my goodness..." I mutter mostly to myself. No wonder she lost control and destroyed my town. Shane was the last push off the deep end. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to bring up something like that. To be honest, I think she might have even forced herself to forget," James answers. I run my hands through my brown hair.

"What should I do?" I ask.

"It's up to you. You can observe her or you confront it. There's no right or wrong thing to do; each one has consequences," he responds.

"Alright... Thank you, James," I say, but before I end the call I say something I didn't think I would: "Oh and James there's no use blaming yourself for Zach's death. No matter how much you regret your decisions, you can't go back in time. You should just be glad that he got a few moments of clarity, knowing you still loved him." There was silence that seemed to tell me I said the wrong thing.

"Thanks...Mary. I...needed to hear that," James finally says. I can hear the smile in his voice. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye," I answer. The phone call ends just to start ringing again. I expect to hear James again, but instead I am met with the familiar yet annoying voice of Allen. My annoyance quickly turns to dread as I hear his words:

"The demons are here! They're here!" he screams into the phone.