[M] The Debt of a Father (dark_rain & Lissa 1x1)

[dark_rain]

Deanna crossed her arms giving him a pointed look, but anyone could see she wasn’t mad, as he opened the door “Hey watch it buddy… or next time it might fall into your lap,” she said as she got in fasten her seat belt. When her eyes finally looked back up he was staring at her closely. She could see the worry and sadness in his eyes as he told her he didn’t want to be out in the public to long afraid they’ll be spotted. She reached over placing her hand on his giving him a soft smile “Aiden, clam down…we don’t have to get any coffee,” with that she pulled away from him and watched as he started the car. “The Champs Elysees Plaza it on 35 rue de Berri 75008 Paris-France,” she said as she leaned against the back of the seat.

She watched as the cars went past making sure none fit the description of the black vane that had been on their case last night, but so far everything was going smooth. The car was an eerie quite those and Deanna wondered if it had anything to do with the craziness that had happen between them. They had been flirting since they woke up, but to deny that the tension between them was now so thick it could be cut with a knife. She was just about to speech when the hotel came into view. She leaned over Aiden and pointed toward the elegant stone building.

But as they got closer she noticed something, the same car that had been planted with her department was sitting outside. Suddenly she was starting to regret bring Aiden with her. She had been told that the place was a safe house and people would keep an eye out for her, but somewhere between spill coffee on the target then screwing him she had totally forgot. She should of known they would be there after she sent the information. As the car pulled up to the front of the building and Aiden stopped she turned toward him placing her hand on his knee “Stay here… I will run in really quick check out get my thing….I don’t want you out in the public… there after you,” before he had time to disagree she was head into the building.

As soon as Deanna walked into the lobby the woman at the front desk motioned for her to come over. “Excuse Me Miss, mais un homme du nom de Matt Welch a dit qu'il était besoin de parler avec vous ... il avait un badge .. Il est en attente dans votre chambre.” *Excuse me miss, but a gentleman named Matt Welch said he was needing to speak with you... he had a badge.. He is waiting in your room.* the woman said with a worried look. Deanna smiled thankful she had told Aiden to stay in the car. “je vous remercie ... et pas de soucis, il est juste un ami,”* thank you, don’t worry he is just a friend*, she said giving the girl a smile before heading up to her room. Once the lift dung she could see her door ajar. She reached behind her back pulling out her gun as she took her foot pushing it open.

[Lissa]

Aiden listened to her words and gave her a small nod. The look of concern still clear on his face as he put the car into motion with the directions she gave. He knew the hotel well. It was where he stayed when they were remodeling his penthouse. It was a beautiful hotel that had decent security.

He drove through the familiar streets silently. His mind trying to process the tension between them to know if it was just because they had sex or if there was more to this. He was hoping there was more as there was something about her that calmed him. A feat not easy to do when your life is constantly threatened.

Aiden snapped out of his thoughts as she leaned over him to point at the hotel. He gave her a small nod and a little smirk as he pulled up to the curb. Putting the car in park, he looked over to the beautiful blonde beside him and could see something in her eyes. He didn't know what it was but it made him feel unsettled. She placed her hand on his knee and spoke her words. They made her expression made sense but he didn't want her to be alone.

About to speak up, she took her hand back and got out of the car. A little bit later, she vanished into the building. Aiden sighed and leaned back int he seat. His head pointing up at the sky. "Please let her be okay." He whispered to himself. His eyes checked the mirrors to make sure everything was good while he waited for her return.

After about ten minutes, Aiden did another check and saw a familiar japanese man walking up to the hotel. Panic filled him as he knew immediately that the Yakuza was here and going for Deanna. Feeling like he needed to protect her, he carefully got out of the car and tried not to bring any extra attention to himself.

He jogged up to the door and opened them while he kept a keen eye on the Yakuza member. Aiden blended in perfectly with the crowd as the man spoke with the lobby attendant. His eyes scanned until he saw the bump on the guys back to prove he had a gun. Feeling protective of Deanna, the young man's eyes narrowed.

[dark_rain]

That’s when she saw the blood that was staining the carpet. “Hello….Matt” Deanna said in a low voice, but no one resounded. She could feel her heart beating a mile a minute, as she followed the blood through the posh room, but soon she realized why no one replied. Matt laid on the ground with three bullet hole in his chest. “Dear, lord…” she said placing her finger to check for a plus, but his body head already turned cold and clammy.

A loud noise startled her out of the trance she had went into looking over the body, causing her to fall back knocking over a small night stand. “Damn it,” she mumbled as she ran to the closet making it only seconds before the door open and three men entered.
They were speaking in Japanese but she could really understand due to how quite they were being. She eased her way over to the safe pulling out her gun, badge, and passport. That’s when she heard the closet door rattle she pulled out both guns and kicked the door. One of the men feel hard and Deanna stepped out guns pointed. “Don’t move,” she screamed, but all she got was a smirk from the gentleman. “Ah, you must be the lovely Miss Deanna,” The older gentleman said in a rough American tone allowing her to see he wasn’t good with English.

“Who the hell are you,” she said with a confused look. The older gentleman smiled stepping up until one of the younger men put his hand up to stop him. “We know a lot about you…and your little friend Aiden.” Deanna stepped back as he stepped up and found herself against the door. With a quick moment she through open the door and started booking it down the hallway. She hit the lift button and jumped into it, her heart was racing so fast she could barely breath she putt the guns in her pants and as soon as the lift doors open she took off, that’s when she saw Aiden. She ran up to him grabbing his arms pulling him to the door. “We have to go. NOW,” she said pulling from the room.
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The two younger men went to chase after her, but the old gentleman stopped them, as he walked over to a small black wallet that lay in the floor. The man gave a winning smirk as flipped it open and saw it was her here ID badge. “Go after her,” the older gentlemen order and the other men disappeared out into the lobby when they finally reached the lobby another one of their men was firing out the door. “You let that bitch get away,” the older gentlemen said, before ordering them to follow.
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Once they were out the door the bullets started to fly as she open the driver side door, with in a matter of seconds they were flying down the highway. “How the hell did they find us,” she screamed, not meaning to be so harsh. Suddenly the back windshield shattered as bullets hit it. “ Holy shit…We have to loss them…Aiden hold on,” she shouted as she turned the corner hard enough to make the wheels sequel as she floored it. The dark van was closing in and when Deanna looked up, but it was too late as the large delivery truck plowed into the side of the car.

The hit was powerful enough to flip the car sending Deanna’s head through the window. She could feel the blood running down her faces when she saw the huge van take the corner, but keep going. She let out a sigh of relive before passing out.

[Lissa]

Aiden kept his glare on the man as images of their last meeting filled his mind. It was two days after his dad vanished when they broke into their mansion and woke him from his slumber with AK47's in his face. He remembered the panic that set in as they dragged him from his bed and threw him to the floor. Their questions in japanese making his eyes go wide. The had asked him about their accounts and how much he knew of them.

He was completely honest when he said he had no idea but they didn't believe him. Instead, they had grabbed him by the arm and forced him to sit at a computer. One of them gave him directions and before long he proved he had a subconscious knowledge of how to handle their money. The majority of them lowered their guns as the leader moved over to him. "Congratulations, Kid. You just became our newest financial handler." He said before they all walked out of his room and leaving him paralyzed in fear.

Aiden hadn't realized that his mind had wandered so far until suddenly he felt a hand gripping his arm. Gasping a little at the shock, he saw the panic in her eyes. He didn't even have to hear her words to know that it was time to leave. Breaking into action, he followed her quickly. The sounds of gun shots and screaming filled the air as they each dodged bullets from the man that made Aiden enter the hotel.

As they made their way to the car, he noticed that she went to the drivers side so he immediately went to the passenger side. Before he could get inside, a bullet flew passed his face and he thanked the lord up above that he hadn't taken one step further. With a sigh of relief, he got into the car and closed the door before she drove the car off.

"How in the hell am I supposed to know? Their the mafia... they can find anyone." Aiden was pissed that they had dared to go after someone he cared about. It was one thing to hunt him like an animal, but to threaten Deanna had crossed an invisible line within him. Just then, the back window shattered and he let out a manly scream. "Fuckin hell!" He shouted before grabbing onto the door handle.

He was looking ahead for a moment but when he turned to look at her, he saw the delivery truck coming directly at her. "Deanna!" He screamed just before it made contact with their vehicle and sent it flying. To Aiden, everything in the next few seconds felt like slow motion. He watched as her head went into the window and shattered it. He also felt his arm get pulled and his shoulder dislocate while the car flipped itself three times.

Some time passed before Aiden woke back up. He was covered in glass shards and blood but his focus wasn't himself. It was Deanna. The car was upside down when he managed to snake his way out. He cut his leg a little on a piece of glass sticking up from the window as he limped over to her side and called to her. "Deanna... Baby.. come on.." He said pleading as he wasn't even sure she was still alive.

Fear consumed him as he used his one arm to undo her seat belt and carefully pull her out. It was difficult to do in his condition and his eyes were fuzzy with blood and tears. Getting her successfully out of the car, he hovered over her and placed his fingers on her neck. Feeling a pulse he began caressing her cheek being careful not to bump anything that might hurt her. "Come on, love.. Open those beautiful eyes."

[dark_rain]

Everything on Deanna’s body felt like she had been plunged into a frozen lake. The simplest touch only gave pressure, but no sensation or wramth. Her limps felt heavy as lead and every breath she took in caused a sharp pain to surge throughout her body. Her ears rang with an eerie buzz, causing everything to sound as though she was underwater.

That’s when she heard the panic voice. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before they open and stared up into Aiden’s. His eyes were felled with pain and worry making her panic even more. “Aiden,” she rasped out before she left her hand up to his that rested on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” She said as she rubbed circles on his hand. She was scared, in pain, and was fight to keep herself conscious when the sound of sirens started to sound in the distance. She knew she couldn’t allow him to be seen, cause if he was they would turn him in to the strange government agents that had been following them. Deanna closed her eyes griping his hand she pulled it away “Go Aiden…get out of here before the EMT’s get here.

[Lissa]

Seeing her flutter her eyes, his look softened a little. Although they were still heavy with pain and worry, a look of relief also managed to snake in. He let out a heavy sigh as his one arm hung limp at his side. "Shh.." He said in return for her calling his name.

A soft smile came to his lips as he watched her hand slowly come up to rest on his. He just continued to stroke her cheek with his thumb to try and soothe her. She was definitely in bad shape and he hurt for her. "Don't apologize, baby. It's okay.. This wasn't yer fault." Aiden said softly to try and soothe her.

Aiden continued to stroke her cheek when the sounds of sirens filled the air. A new wave of panic entered him as he looked up in the direction they were coming from. He wasn't going to leave her. Everything in him was ready to sacrifice himself to know that she was taken into good hands and protected. She deserved better then the life he could give her.

As he was ready to take his stand, he felt her grip his hand. When he looked down he saw that Deanna's eyes were closed. She was pulling his hand away from its spot on her cheek and telling him to run. He shook his head. "No... Not without ye.. I." His heart felt like he was losing another that he cared about. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek softly. "I will be waiting at me apartment for you. I won't leave it until I see ye again."

Aiden gave her a stern look to show how serious he was before he gave her a few soft kisses on her forehead. He then stood up with a groan, grabbed his limp arm with his good one and limped off in the direction of his apartment. Aiden could only imagine what trouble would lie in his path but he needed to try.

Helpless, injured, and afraid, he felt like a little boy again. The one that had just lost his mother and felt like there was no real place for him in the world. Last time, he had his father there to soothe him but now, at this moment, he was completely alone. The thought terrified him.

[dark_rain]

A tear droped from her eyes as she felt Aiden kiss and heard his voice. She wanted to hold him, to curl up in his arms as he brushed the hair out of her face. But reality was that if he was there when the EMT’s and cops arrived he would be ushered into a truck and token away, and she couldn’t have that happen, not yet. Deanna turned her head enough to see the bright red lights swirling around, as the sirens blared loud enough to make her ears ring. Her body was so tired and she found herself fighting to keep her eyes open to, stay conscious enough to make sure they knew she was alone so that they wouldn’t go looking.

“Nous avons une victime par ici,” *we have a victim over here.*, came a man voice, before a bright light was being shine into her eyes. “Elle Vivant ... mais elle est gravement blesse, *She Alive...but she is badly injured*, the voice came again. The next thing she was aware of was a violent pain radiating from every direction as bright lights passed above her – the tell-tale sign of a hospital. Doctor's faces flooded her vision, weaving in and out, but Deanna was far too disoriented and in far too much pain to linger on consciousness for too long. She slipped into the inviting darkness. As she started to come around, she became aware of a dull pain enveloping her entire body and a few vague sounds that again clued her in that she was in a hospital. She could hear voices talking, but they were so low she could only make out a few sentences.

“Est-ce qu'elle va bien se passer ,” * Is she going to be okay...”*, a familiar voice said, but with the fog so heavy on her mind she couldn’t figure out how she knew it.
“Oui, elle est en fait vraiment de la chance, elle a une légère commotion cérébrale et de trois côtes cassées, mais autre que celui qu'elle i amende.” *Yes, she is actually really lucky, she has a mild concussion and three broken ribs but other than that she i fine.*” Came another voice which she guessed was the doctor.
“Bon, quand peut-on la transférer,” *Good, when can we transfer her*,” The other voice said and Deanna could feel her heart drop. Why did they won’t to transfer her? Didn’t they know she was American National Security Agent, she wondered.
“Qu'est-ce? Elle est en bon état, mais tout peut arriver.,” *What? She is in good condition but anything can happen.*,” The doctor said in a worried voice, and if it didn’t hurt so bad Deanna would let out a huff in relief, but the relief was only brief when she heard something that made her blood run cold.
“Votre recherche à un assassiner .. elle a tué un homme de sang-froid.” *You’re looking at a murder.. she killed a man in cold blood.*, the other voice said and Deanna felt a wave of confusion wash over her. She had been on a wreck, she hadn’t killed anyone.

Deanna tried to remember the most recent memories, but thanks to the hit to the head she was finding it hard to focus. Suddenly the memories of ambulances, sirens, and everything else appeared in her mind's eye. Panic suddenly engulfed her, when she remembered the man that had broken into her apartment and killed Matt. Then the realization hit her, they were trying to frame her for the death.
Panic started to radiate throughout her body. She had to get out of here and back to Aiden, before she took the fall for a crazed man, but she found that her body was unresponsive to any of the actions her mind was telling it to do. Hell, her eyes weren't even opening. More panic seized her. This can’t be happening she thought to herself as the thought of being paralyzed snuck into her mind. She tried again fouceing on small movements, so not to let on she was awake.

Suddenly it felt like a damn broke and she could feel her limbs moving, perhaps not erratically as she had intended in her panicked, state, but enough. Feeling other than the dull pain filtered through including the familiar tightness of bandages wrapped in various places on her body. Her eye lids snapped open and she nearly shut them again as they were assaulted by the viciously bright light. Hands were on her then, not familiar hands, but the cold, unyielding hands of doctors and nurses who were telling her to calm down.

She heard her own heart rate reflected in the beeping of the machine to her left, telling her that it was increasing with every second she fought back against the nurses. For a fleeting moment, rage flooded through her and her strength against them increased; she lashed out, attempting to shove all of them away and get the hell out of the hospital. She'd had to find Aiden, to warn him they were going to come after him.

Suddenly a sharp stab was felt in her upper right arm, and her body felt a warm sensation taking over, before a man in a nice suite walked into the room. Her vision was starting to blur thanks to the sedatives, but she knew it was the man that put her on this mission. She gave him a smile “Please you have to help me,” she begged, but the man just walked over.
“Deanna Hobbes, You are under arrest for the murder of Agent Matthew Santee,” was the last thing she heard before her world went dark again.

[Lissa]

For reasons beyond him, Aiden stayed nearby the site of the accident to make sure Deanna was taken care of. He watched from a safe place to see the EMT's get her on a board and then put her in the back of an ambulance. Their words only confirming what he already knew. She was really hurt and that terrified him.

When the vehicle drove off he wiped away a tear that was starting to fall. It was his fault that she was put in all this danger. Him alone that made her get in that car and drive away. Had she not been tied to him because of last night, they never would have gone after her. Aiden was tired and sore as he hobbled to his apartment building looking like a right mess.

His arm was completely useless having it dislocated from his shoulder. He was covered in both his and Deanna's blood. The cut on his leg was deeper than it should be and probably needed stitches but he didn't care. It was this appearance that caused one of the security guards to help him.

The guard took Aiden inside and got him up to his apartment. He then did some basic first aid on the cuts, starting with the one on his leg. Satisfied that Aiden would be okay, his eyes then focused on the dead weight that was Aiden's arm. "Cela va faire du mal, M. Lark. J'ai besoin que vous restiez encore vraiment, d'accord?" (This is going to hurt, Mr. Lark. I need you to stay really still, okay?) Grabbing Aiden's limp arm with one hand and placing his hand on Aiden's shoulder blade with the other, the guard pushed and pulled until it popped back into place.

The level of pain that shot through Aiden the moment his shoulder and arm reconnected was unmentionable. He let out a loud scream that was sure to be heard throughout the large building. It took his breath away as his hand flew up to hold it. There was no point in being a man at the moment. Tears slipped down his cheeks and he openly cried in front of the guard.

Seeing the young man crying, the guard, who was roughly 45, took pity. He put a hand on Aiden's head. "Il va être bien, monsieur. Vous serez bien." (It'll be okay, sir. You will be alright.) The brute said soothingly. When Aiden finally calmed down again, the guard scratched the back of his head. "Pensez-vous que vous pourriez me laisser retourner en bas?" (Do you think you could let me back downstairs?)

Aiden let out a small chuckle and nod. "Oui." He stood up slowly and went to the elevator. Bringing his thumb up to scan it, he looked at the guard. "Je vous remercie ... Pour m'aider. Pouvez-vous me faire une dernière faveur? Si ma fille revient, elle laisse entrer? Je veux qu'elle ait un accès complet à mon appartement." (Thank you... For helping me. Can you do me one last favor? If my girl comes back, let her in? I want her to have full access to my apartment.)

The guard smirked and nodded. "Nous ferons en sorte que elle est mise en place dès qu'elle se po Juste accrochez-vous, monsieur." (We'll make sure she is set up as soon as she gets in. Just hang in there, sir.) He replied kindly.

Aiden nodded just before the lift opened. Watching the guard disappear behind the doors, the young man let out a heavy sigh. She won't come back.. Why would she? I've brought nothing but danger to her world. He sighed again and went into the master bathroom to look at himself. He was covered in blood but he didn't want to ruin the bandages that the guard just gave him.

[Lissa]

For reasons beyond him, Aiden stayed nearby the site of the accident to make sure Deanna was taken care of. He watched from a safe place to see the EMT's get her on a board and then put her in the back of an ambulance. Their words only confirming what he already knew. She was really hurt and that terrified him.

When the vehicle drove off he wiped away a tear that was starting to fall. It was his fault that she was put in all this danger. Him alone that made her get in that car and drive away. Had she not been tied to him because of last night, they never would have gone after her. Aiden was tired and sore as he hobbled to his apartment building looking like a right mess.

His arm was completely useless having it dislocated from his shoulder. There was bruising and swelling that had already begun to form around it. He was covered in both his and Deanna's blood. The cut on his leg was deeper than it should be and probably needed stitches but he didn't care. It was this appearance that caused one of the security guards to help him.

The guard took Aiden inside and got him up to his apartment. He then did some basic first aid on the cuts, starting with the one on his leg. Satisfied that Aiden would be okay, his eyes then focused on the dead weight that was Aiden's arm. "Je ne sais pas comment résoudre ce problème, monsieur le Lark. Je suis désolé." (I don't know how to fix this one, Mr. Lark. I'm sorry.)

Aiden nodded slightly. "C'est bien. Je vais comprendre quelque chose." (That's alright. I'll figure something out.) He responded with a heavy heart. The young man's mind wasn't on himself at this point anyways. It was on Deanna looking so helpless on the stretcher. Another shot of doubt perched itself on his shoulder in regards to her coming back.

Seeing Aiden's distraught appearance, the guard put a hand on Aiden's head. "Il va être bien, monsieur. Vous serez bien." (It'll be okay, sir. You will be alright.) The brute said soothingly. When Aiden looked up at him, he removed his hand and scratched the back of his own. "Pensez-vous que vous pourriez me laisser retourner en bas?" (Do you think you could let me back downstairs?)

Aiden let out a small chuckle and nod. "Oui." He stood up slowly and went to the elevator. Bringing his thumb up to scan it, he looked at the guard. "Je vous remercie ... Pour m'aider. Pouvez-vous me faire une dernière faveur? Si ma fille revient, elle laisse entrer? Je veux qu'elle ait un accès complet à mon appartement." (Thank you... For helping me. Can you do me one last favor? If my girl comes back, let her in? I want her to have full access to my apartment.)

The guard smirked and nodded. "Nous ferons en sorte que elle est mise en place dès qu'elle se po Juste accrochez-vous, monsieur." (We'll make sure she is set up as soon as she gets in. Just hang in there, sir.) He replied kindly.

Aiden nodded just before the lift opened. Watching the guard disappear behind the doors, the young man let out a heavy sigh. She won't come back.. Why would she? I've brought nothing but danger to her world. He sighed again and went into the master bathroom to look at himself.

He was covered in blood but he didn't want to waste the bandages the guard just placed on his various cuts. His eyes then went down to his shoulder and he let out a little hiss. It's swelling and bruising made it look horrible. Add the fact that his arm couldn't even be moved at the moment only made him feel worse. With his good arm, he grasped the wounded one and just held it in place to the best of his ability.

[dark_rain]

When Deanna came to again the first thing that got her attention was the heaviness of her arms and legs. She pulled but the sound of metal clinking to metal conforming her belief. Her eyes open groggily as she took in her surroundings. She was in a dark hospital room with the only lights being from the looming IV machine. Two guard were standing outside the door and from there position she could tell they were nothing more than the local French police and she couldn’t help but give a sigh in relief. Her predicament wasn’t simple by any means, but it would have been ten times as worse if National Security would have stayed. She leaned up as far as her injured body and handcuff would allow which wasn’t that far at all.

That’s when she noticed the one thing she wasn’t expecting. There sitting on the small hospital nightstand was a needle that she was guessing was used on her during sometime of her panicked rage and pain state. She reached out toward it but the cuffs caught a few inch away only allowing her finger tips to touch it. “Damn it,” She mumbled as she kept her fingers moving back in forth as she tried to bring it closer, but the needle just barely moved. “Come on…please,” She begged, that’s when she heard the familiar voices. The doctor and he National Security Agents, Knowing she didn’t have much time she reached over with everything she had. She could feel the metal cutting into the soft skin of her wrist, but she just blocked it out.

Her heart was racing a mile a minute as she heard the voices getting closer, so she stretched farther trying to hold in the scream she wanted to let out as the pain surged through her wrist and ribs. That’s when she noticed the shadows, it was now or never with one last jerk the needle rolled into her hand and she tucked it underneath the pillow, in time for the door to open. “Ah, your awake…that’s going to make it easier for us to transfer you,” The gentlemen in the crisp suite said with a smirk, that made Deanna cringe.

The two cops came in with Gabe and made a move to unlock her cuffs, that’s when she acted. She pulled the needle out stabbing the man in the neck before pulling his gun from the holster turning it on the other men. “Back the fuck up Gabe…” she screamed as she reached into the man’s pocket pulling out the keys to the cuffs. “Well, well…I was willing to give you a benefit of a doubt but this…this shows how unstable you are.” Gabe said with narrowed eyes.

Deanna worked as fast as she could to remove the cuffs keeping the gun and eyes on the men. “ I didn’t kill him Gabe,” she said as she stumbled out of the bed, realizing that the reason the pain wasn’t so bad might be the amount of drugs in her system. “What did he offer you…money, life of passion… he is a con.. And you fell right into his hands,” Gabe said shaking his hands, and Deanna felt the anger building.

She walked over taking his gun and phone, the others stuff as well. “If I so as hear the sound of your voice again Gabe… I will make sure it’s your last...” With that she took off out of the hospital gun drawn shouting threats until she was out in the parking lot. She ran to she saw a man getting into a car. She was already in trouble, why not. She put the gun to the man’s head ordering to the ground as she took off in his car. The car speeds down the street till she was close, before she dumped it. She could see the large building. Right ahead but the meds where staring to wear off and the pain was coming back full force.

She greeted her teeth running toward the door almost passing out when she reached it. “Je suis désolé je dois y entrer,” * I’m sorry.. i have to get in there* she plead and was surprised when the guard looked her over and nodded before ushering her in. “Merde, qu'est-ce que vous avez vous-même mis dans de remorquage,” * Damn, what the hell have you tow gotten yourself into*, the guard asked and Deanna just shook her head, as he led her to the lift sending her on her way. When the door dung Deanna she ran to his door throwing it open… “Aiden,” She screamed with tears in her voice.