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Bullets rang through the cabin. Laura was sawing on the wheel trying to keep the car in its lane. Jonathan curled into a ball to shield himself from the bullets. James threw Logan onto the floor, and started shooting the car that was firing at them. Out of nowhere a car blind-sided their right side and flipped them over. Sky, earth, sky Jonathan saw as they rolled, eventually stopping roof-first into a brick building. He heard Laura groan as her head hit the steering wheel and she passed out. He heard cars screech to a stop and more guns firing.

James yelled, "Yippy-Kay Yay Motherfuckers!" And started returning fire.

Logan, too, grabbed a gun and started firing back at them. All the while Jonathan remained in his little ball, praying that Patrick would survive the ordeal. One of the SUV's doors opening awakened him from his stupor. James jumped out, followed by Logan and began running toward the other cars, methodically taking out various enemies. Jonathan took this opportunity to crawl out of his seat, and get to Patrick. Shifting his weight, he eventually got to Patrick, who was crudely thrown on a seat. His collarbone was poking out of the skin and an odd shade of greenish purple, and his arm was bent painfully. Jonathan grasped his head, stroking his hair, which was matted with blood. His face had been cut by broken glass, but he was starting to stir. Jonathan was about to praise God, when he heard James scream.

Jonathan turned and saw that the was holding Logan in his arms, and blood was pouring out of a knife wound in Logan's chest. He saw James' hands move faster than he had ever seen anyone's. He ripped of a piece of his shirt, and rammed it up into the wound, to act as a clot. This time, also had allowed another one of the men to get behind James, who noticed at the last second. The bullet hit James in the left shoulder. He didn't cry out, but turned and shot the man in the face.

This is when Jonathan knew he had to do something. He picked up a pistol from the car, and rolled out. Light from the sun almost blinded him. After a time he was able to put the world into focus. Another assailant was starting to come at him. Jonathan aimed and fired the gun, putting a bullet in the man's throat, killing him. The world went fuzzy, and Jonathan vomited. The world slowly came into focus and he looked up to see a man with a pistol aiming at him from point blank range. He prepared to die, closing his eyes and praying. When a gunshot rang out he saw surprised to find out that he wasn't dead. But the man in front of him had been shot in the lower abdomen. Jonathan spun around to see Laura standing up in the car, gun in hand.

"Fuck You!" Was all she said, be firing shooting the man twice more in the genitals. He collapsed to the floor dead. she ran over to Jonathan, and asked him if he was alright, he told her that he was okay. Laura climbed back into the SUV, and with surprising strength, she picked up Patrick and flung him over her shoulder like a fireman. They ran over to James and Logan.

Logan looked bad. His face was stark white and he had lost a ton of blood. His eyes were extra pale and wondering. The only words coming out of his mouth were, "Baby." Jonathan thought this was odd, but odder still was what James was doing. He was holding Logan's head and and telling him that it would be okay, tears streaming down his cheeks. Laura grabbing his shoulder brought him back to reality. He looked at her, in a look that Jonathan could only describe as a lost puppy. Laura said something into his ear, and his face grew hard. In one single motion he stood up, and grabbed Logan, holding him like a baby. He started running, and Jonathan followed. James stopped at one the assailants cars that was relatively unscathed. He got in the back, holding Logan in his arms. Laura sat Patrick next to them and walked over to Jonathan.

"You have to drive," she informed him, "as you are the least injured. I will give you instruction on how to get to one of my buildings."

He got behind the wheel, and followed her instructions, until they arrived at a large building in downtown Indianapolis. He drove into the parking garage until he got the loading dock she told him to drive to. She ran out and knocked seven times on the door. Three heavily armed men with guns came out behind her. The three picked up James (who had passed out), Logan, and Patrick. Together the whole group ran into the building, and through a maze of concrete walls, until they arrived at what looked like a makeshift hospital, complete with beds, medicine, a doctor and two nurses. The doctor, who looked about fifty started barking orders, setting up Patrick, Logan and James all in beds. Jonathan at the time, began to phase-out, curled up in a ball and crying. He did this for some time until, a nurse tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and was about to say something when she grabbed his arm and drove a needle into it. He tried to scream, but only faded into darkness.

He awoke with a start. He was sitting in one of the chairs. He had new clothes on, sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he felt as if just recently he had taken a shower. He turned. Laura was sitting in a chair next to him, studying him. She had had the gash on her head stitched up, and had washed her hair. She was clad in a long red dress and flats.

"Morning" she said with a smile.

"What happened?" He asked.

Another voice answered him, "I had one of my nurses sedate you, so I could clean up the wounds on your face," the doctor, who had a surprisingly deep, gravelly voice started to say," Your cuts will heal fine, and I expect the full effects of the medicine to work its way out of your system soon,"

The doctor left the room, and Laura began to speak to him.

"I had the doctor and his team set this room up, shortly after I contacted James the first time," she explained," and I'm glad I did, as it saved Patrick's life." She pointed to one of the bed's where Patrick was attached to one of the machines.

"He'll survive, and should be waking up soon," she told him.

Jumping with joy, he ran over to the bed and grabbed Patrick's hand, staring at him.

"You're welcome for the shower," James told him.

Jonathan spun around, and saw James standing by a bed. His shoulder had been patched up and was in a sling. He too, had take a shower, and his wait was flowing uncontrolled over his shoulders. He wore his usual jeans, and a hoodie. Jonathan looked down, and saw that Logan was in the bed next to James. He had been hooked up to an IV, and oxygen.

"He'll live, barely," James told him.

Jonathan also noticed that James was holding Logan's hand with his good hand. This also felt odd, but Patrick speaking to him made him forget that.

"Baby?" He heard Patrick ask weakly.

"I'm here," Jonathan said pressing a kiss into his forehead.

"Oh isn't that just sappy!" Jonathan heard Laura say sarcastically.

Spinning around he saw that Laura had a gun trained at him.

"What..." Was all he was able to get out, before Laura interrupted him.

"Shut the fuck up, and don't speak unless I tell you to," she told him,

"Laura what's going on?" James asked.

"You know what!" She spat," These two are too big of risks."

"Then why did you heal us," said Patrick sternly, surprising Jonathan.

"Because just killing you is too messy, and who knows I could use both of you," she informed them.

"Laura we need them," James said, desperately trying to get though to her.

"No, they are to big of a liability!" She said, turning her attention mainly on James.

"This is the only way we beat Marcus," he said

"No there are other ways, you just don't want them to die!" She screamed.

"Why are we liabilities?" Said Patrick pulling himself up, until he was in a sitting position.

"Why are we liabilities?" She asked in a mocking tone," Yes because you both make bad decisions!"

"Like what?" Patrick asked.

"Like what?" She laughed, "Like you getting charged with felony robbery and assault! Or Jonathan getting charged as drinking as a minor! Bad decisions!"

"They made those in their past!" James cut in.

"Only one way to know the future, look at the past!" She told him.

"People change," James said trying to defuse the situation.

"They do not!" She bellowed," I thought you knew that best of all!"

"We can change and be helpful," Jonathan told her, finally building the courage to do so.

"Don't make me laugh. People like you who have always had money, and love, and happiness cannot change. You've never had to bend, never had to fight for anything in your perfect happy lives. Hell, I might be doing the world a favor by getting rid of stuck-up pricks like you! You think you life is tough, try raising yourself from the streets, without family, and making something of yourself! You have never starved, wanted, or had to actually work for anything, it's been given to you!" She yelled and began to sob.

Jonathan was about to start yelling at her for saying this when James cut in.

"Laura, if anyone knows this it is me! I know how hard it is, but we need them! Get over yourself, and your pride! Marcus is more important! He killed Ricky and Zack, not these two!" He told her.

Laura fell to the floor crying. The gun shook vigorously. "They c-c-c-an l-live," she sobbed.

Jonathan turned back towards Patrick, and hugged him. He turned back around, and Laura had already got herself back into control.

"Before anyone does anything else, I want the story!" Jonathan told them.

"It began three years ago," Laura began explaining," James and I met with an acquaintance of ours and started a company. This company moved and made drugs, preformed kidnappings, murders, planned assassinations, and robberies. I brought the contacts, our acquaintance the clients, and James the manpower, and knowledge of how to preform tasks."

"It went fine for two years," James started, " until a year ago, I found out that our acquaintance was plotting to take our stakes in the company and kill us. I reported this to Laura and she went to our acquaintance directly. In response he killed her two sons, Ricky and Zack. Since than we have been plotting his downfall, and now you two are apart of it."

Jonathan stood there thinking. He didn't like the idea of being used as a pawn in their game. Patrick asked the first question.

"What's this person's name?"

James answered," Marcus. And may God help you if he finds out your helping us."

Notes

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