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Abegail rolled her eyes as the woman yelled about Walter's gun. Typical, react before looking at the whole situation. Abegail looked over at the woman but in the process spotted the people that Walter was trying to avoid. It wasn't hard to pick them out.

Three more appeared. Abegail looked at Walter, "I canna agree with ye more." She made a small promise to avoid major transporation hubs from this point on, they only seemed to bring trouble.

Abegail's blood ran cold as a voice called out to Walter and then to her. "Tell me that was ye Walter..." He wouldn't get the chance to respond and she knew in her heart it wasn't. There, standing in the middle of recent arrivals was Niclas. "No bunker and not dead." Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the officer. Instinctually, Abegail stepped closer to Walter, as if being next to him more would somehow protect them. Her hand removed itself from his, grabbing hold of his coat instead. Abegail didn't know if her hands were shaking in fear or anger.

"What do you want?" Her voice was very calm and cold as she addressed the man. There was hate burning in her eyes and it took a great deal of effort not to throw her suitcase at him. Abegail didn't know what they would do now, they were pinned down in the middle. One side had two advancing men and the other Niclas and his two soldiers. Guns were drawn and around there were innocent bystanders. This would not go well for anyone.

There were shouts around them, more yells about the guns as it dawned on people that more than just Walter were armed. She wondered if the authorities were being called and what Niclas would do if they arrived. Abegail was beginning to regret coming to Kansas. At least she had found Walter and he was alive, the bad side she found Niclas and he was also still alive.

"Is this how it will end? Being shot in an airport? There has to be something we can do."

This couldn't be it, not after so many years of running from Niclas, stopping him and his missions. No, Abegail wouldn't just lay down and let him beat them. She looked up at Walter, praying to the saints that he didn't feel defeated.