[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy & [color=f26522]Milo Ventri[/color][/h2][/center][/b]



Paige immediately set about checking Agent Barrett’s pockets as quickly as possible though she couldn’t help but smile some at Milo’s appearance and absolute perfect timing. The other man was getting away and they had to move if they were going to catch him. She dumped the contents of his wallet scanning frantically for any clue to his presence behind the sealed door, but finding little other than credit cards, IDs and a few pictures of his children. However, she did pocket the key card he’d apparently used to get inside.

Milo watched carefully, [color=f26522]“How is it that the key cards are working?”[/color] He said. [color=f26522]“I thought the power was out?”[/color] He looked around the dark hallway then glanced over into the field at the parked helicopters. 

Paige straightened up momentarily at the realization and the moment replayed in her mind. The man she was after used a card, she’d seen it herself and door opened obediently. It was possible the facility was on a backup generator or something similar, but the counter staff had to manually open the security system for her to get through. “Oh my God,” She looked at the card in her hand then at Barrett. “We’ve gotta get out of here.” She stuffed the card in her bag and started to get up, but again hesitated.

[color=f26522]“Yea, I guess you didn’t get my text?”[/color] Milo checked his watch. He had a bag slung over his other shoulder that had become slightly off-balance from dispensing of Agent Barrett and he adjusted it slightly. The weight of it was evident. [color=f26522]“Seaplane just landed in the river.”[/color]

Her mind was racing as her hands, very carefully using a t-shirt from her bag, took Barrett’s sidearm and cycled the action ejecting one bullet on to the floor.

[color=f26522]“What are you doing?”[/color] Milo asked.

“Insurance.” She kept her fingers covered from touching directly onto the casing and deposited it into her bag before putting the gun back in his holster. Barrett groaned slightly, beginning to regain consciousness. “How did you get in here on this side?” Gathering her things back together, she rose to her feet and looked Milo hard in the eye. 

[color=f26522]“Guy came out the side, bookin’ it. I caught the door before it closed.”[/color] Milo said. His glance narrowed slightly back at her. Her piercing stares had no effect on him. He’d been on the receiving end enough times to build up a sort of tolerance for it. [color=f26522]“...Why?”[/color]

“What was he wearing?” 

[color=f26522]“Gym clothes, I dunno…”[/color] He scratched at his beard some knowing she wanted a more thorough description and certainly not, [i]I don’t know[/i], however Paige’s line of questioning became rapidly apparent: [color=f26522]“That was our guy wasn’t it? …[i]Shit...[/i]”[/color] He growled shaking his head and clenching a fist, continuing to curse at himself within his own thoughts. 

“We’ll never catch him now,” Paige said and looked back down at the helicopters on the field. “But we know where he’s going.”

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[i][b]Headed your way, hope you still have that flight plan filed, Uncle Sam is paying.

~P
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[@PrinceAlexus]