[center][color=8493ca][h1]Christian Blackwell[/h1]
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Christian watched as Amanda pulled back the string to her bow that was still aimed at him. She had apologized, and honestly if it had been anyone but her, he wouldn't believe them if they apologized before killing him. It really was a shame she didn't trust him nearly as well as he hoped, but at least he could be at peace knowing he could stop running. Christian heard the arrow hit something behind him though, and he opened his eyes looking behind him at the headboard of his bed, which now had an arrow sticking out of it.

[color=c23023]"I believe you, honestly. I knew you wouldn't double cross us."[/color] Amanda had said as he looked back at her lowering his hands, chances were she didn't even know how good it felt to hear those words. When he left, he didn't have a chance to contact anyone. How many of the people who used to think of him as friends thought of him as a traitor now? How many of the people that didn't even know Christian as a spy had the agency harassed? Still somehow it felt like a bigger relief to hear Amanda say those words, than it likely would have anyone else.

[color=c23023]"Hell, I didn't train you that way."[/color] Christian couldn't help but actually smile at her teasing him lightly as she threw her bow down and came over, taking his hands. For the first in what felt like forever he actually relaxed a little at the gesture, and small sigh coming out. He hadn't ever been much of a hand holder, but this felt kind of nice. Like a small little show of her trusting him, though it was over fairly quickly.

Her next question caused him to pause though as he watched her go back over and get her bow. She had taught Christian not to get too comfortable too quickly. What if this was some kind of trap? Maybe Agent Admans found out he had a copy of the memory card. Though he shoved the thought from his mind. If that was the case she wouldn't even need him. Christian nodded his head as she looked back at him. [color=8493ca]"Yeah, I have the card I took and a back up copy."[/color] He answered her. [color=8493ca]"You did train me after all."[/color]

Christian quieted down when she turned on her ear piece, when she lied and told them that he was dead, it was enough to make him have to fight back from being the emotional one for once. A whole year of living in hell was officially over with, and he heard it for himself. Even though he had given up on searching for bugs in every room, and worrying about being killed by something he ate or drink. There had still been a part of him that sometimes leery of his own shadow. 

Christian didn't answer Amanda's question at first, not just because he wasn't used to her being the on  asking what to do. Or because honestly he didn't even know. But because at the moment he didn't know if he could make words, emotions weren't near as cute coming from him as they were from him. After a moment he cleared his throat and walked over to his bed. [color=8493ca]"Honestly I never thought it was worth thinking of what to do after I could stop running."[/color] He admitted with a head shake before reaching under his mattress pulling a knife out. [color=8493ca]"I guess there is only one thing to do at the moment until I can think of what next."[/color] He said looking up at her before he reached out and turn the nightstand beside him out from the wall.

Using the knife he forced the hollow back of it out show where he his his high tech laptop and his weapons. [color=8493ca]"It shouldn't be any surprise this place gets robbed a lot when I'm not here."[/color] He said puling the laptop and the memory card he had hidden there out. Turning the computer on he put the card in patting the bed beside him. [color=8493ca]"The laptop in untraceable."[/color] He added as he handed it to her.

The screen filling up with files that he had taken. Not only files on top secrecy government weapons, but aliases of spies out in the field at the time, mission plans, real names and addresses, not only of spies but government officials, and last but not least proof of Agent Samantha Adman's involvement in getting the information.[/indent][/indent]