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The cool Saturday wind drifted through the open window in the room Genevieve shared with Nicole. The nice part of spring had almost come to an end as August approached. A week had passed since Genevieve and Flynn had returned from Maryland. Days had gone since they had met with Imani's parents and since that day, the team of agents had been occupied with collecting any and every piece of intel they could get.

Genevieve's brother's friends—Carson and C.J along with Agent Braxton were gone when they had reached his house. Carson Harvey had left them a note which read:

There was an urgent matter that needed our attention. Nicole knows where everything is.

—Carson

P.S. Please don't burn the house down (yes, I'm talking to you Nic).

Carlos, Deaton and Nicole had come shortly after them. They told them what happened with Carlos's lead and how they ended up getting the information they needed—through violent methods as Nicole thoroughly explained.

It was only after all the information that had been received and given, that they decided that it was time to call it a night. After the incident at their first safe house, no one wanted a repeat. Flynn volunteered to take the first watch and wandered over to the couch.

As the rest of them climbed up the stairs, Genevieve's eyes met with Flynn's for just a second, enough for her to know that he wasn't planning on telling them about her mystery messaging-helper, yet.

Out of the corner of her vision, Genevieve could see the room Carson had led her to earlier. It was the room which held all of Jackson's things. Genevieve had stuffed the things of Jackson's she wanted to keep in her bag. She hadn't been able to go into the room again after the first time. It was hard imagining that her brother had roamed these very halls when he was alive.

One room over to the left of Jackson's room was the room she and Nicole were sharing. Once inside the room, Genevieve checked her bag again.

They're still here. Maya Imani's watch and the black box she had got from Jackson's bunker were still in their place. She didn't know what she was thinking when she kept both the things when an unknown man told—text messaged—her to keep them because she would 'need' it.

She knew it had to hold some importance to both her and the man if he wanted her to have it. Maybe he was using her, making her do his bidding for him. But for some reason she believed his intentions were genuine.

It was bleak dark with just a few rays of light peeking through the night sky. Genevieve woke up to the sound of the beeping coming from under her head. Groaning, she shoved her hand under the pillow to take out her phone. It wasn't even three-o-clock yet.

Being on the run for five years, Genevieve didn't get much sleep. Most of the time, the places she slept in weren't the most comfortable. It was a much appreciated change to once be woken up by an alarm rather than screams and shouts.

Genevieve turned her head to the side when she heard the bed creak and watched as Nicole shifted in her sleep. She shook her head, forcing herself to leave the most comfortable and safe bed she had had in a long time. She lowered her feet to the cold floor and pushed her weight off the bed. She sighed as her gaze landed on the shut door. It was her turn to play watch dog.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, she ventured down the staircase with Jackson's laptop in hand. She figured that her time awake could be put to good use. Kiara Deaton stood to the side of the beige sofa in the main room. She tapped her foot impatiently, stretching her neck.

"Good morning," Genevieve said softly, her voice raspy from the lack of use. Deaton's head whisked to her and Genevieve debated whether she should've announced her presence or not.