"Nancy." The knocking at the front door sounded frantic. "Nancy it's Jess, I'm coming in." To Jessica Evan's surprise the door was unlocked. She had been thinking about it all the way from Australia, but still wasn't ready for what faced her. The house was a mess, the police officer counting at least eight empty beer cans just inside the door, and the empty Subway wrappings seemed to be recent, so Nancy appeared to be looking after herself at least. Looking in the kitchen revealed the ex Marine was sitting at the table, a cask of wine by her side. If she noticed Jessie she gave no indication of it. "I heard about what happened." Jessie spoke with a degree of trepidation in her voice, not sure of the right words to say. "I'm truely very sorry about Lucian."

"Dave said you were," Nancy said quietly, not even looking at her. Jessie knew David Taylor had took time away from the Marines and tried to help. They all did. Sofia Shalatia, Philip Taylor, Mina Krysa; Nancy's sergeant from Afghanistan, even Reiko Ichijo and Travis Kennedy had seen her, and the last he was heard from was when he was believed dead in Japan.

"Is there anything I can do?" Jessie asked. She began to make a move to clean up.

"Find my son." Jessie went over, trying to find the right words to comfort her, only to pull away. She noticed the eyepatch wrapped around her head, but wasn't prepared for just how bad the scarring was on Nancy's face. "Find my Lucian."

Jessie looked down at the table to see photos and papers. Some were of Nancy's adopted son, but there were a couple that she didn't recognise. "These are clues are they?" she asked. Nancy didn't reply, instead appearing to withdraw into herself. Jessie looked through the papers, seeing they were details on Amy and Kenneth Williams, both had photos. Amy was wheelchair bound, Jessie read, and Kenneth died in a car crash. "These are leads you were following?" Still Nancy remained silent. Jessie wasn't sure what to do, so she pulled up a chair to wait, despite the fact she couldn't bare to see Nancy like this.

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"Do you believe in God?" That wasn't a question that was typically asked of a solidly built Japanese woman, Reiko didn't think it was anyway, but gave it some thought.

"Is that a question that has a right and wrong answer?" she replied, biting back her strongest belief that it was none of his fucking business. "Never thought about it to be honest." Which was true, she didn't. The look on the young man's face set her off for some reason. "What's it to you anyway?"

"Nothing, we just thought it was odd that someone like yourself would."

Reiko narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.

"We know you work as a paramedic in Chicago. We also know that you're looking at becoming an assassin."

"Now where did you hear that exactly?" Reiko wanted to know.

"Just a little something we heard."

"Who is we exactly?"

The man ignored the question. "Alfred."

Reiko folded her arms. "That's what you said your name is?"

"We believe you know this person." He slid a photo across the table.

"You know her son was kidnapped?" Reiko asked after glancing at it.

"And she's very dangerous to us as well."

Reiko was very quickly getting tired of this crap. "Look, if you want this done then give me straight answers."

Alfred thought for a moment before nodding. "We're offering a handsome payment if you silence her. What she says is very dangerous to our cause."

"So what are you then?" Reiko demanded. "Some Al Qaeda sympathiser?"

"I'm working on behalf of efforts to make the country a better place."

Reiko's eyes narrowed at that. "By hiring killers?" Reiko took the photo, not expecting a reply.

"Nancy Allen is deluded," Alfred warned her, "she has to be taken care of."

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The kidnappers that were holding Nancy's son hostage walked in the room where the scared little boy was being held. A metal dish with some food was tossed over for the boy to eat and just as quickly the door was shut and locked again. They waited for their demands to be met as soon a deadline with consequences will be given out.

Sakura wheels over to Nancy's room to see Nancy. She felt really guilty about not being strong enough to protect Lucian since she was his bodyguard/babysitter. At the time Sakura fought her strongest to the best of her abilities but it was not enough, the attackers broke her back and many bones in her body, and ran off with Lucian. Sakura stops her wheelchair close to Nancy watching her, Sakura was crippled in an automatic wheelchair, with a neck brace and both her arms and legs were in casts. "I'm sorry if only I could have been a stronger fighter I could have protected Lucian."

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Nancy turned her head slightly to look at Sakura, but didn't say anything. "You're not to blame for this," Jessie tried to reassure her, ignoring what Nancy had and running to Sakura's side.

Nancy raised a hand. "Jess." She leaned forward, causing Jessie to turn away at the sight of the scars on Nancy's chest as the ex soldier thought for a moment of her own words to try and put Sakura's mind at ease. She had been training her, teaching her to fight, to be a warrior, Nancy didn't know how much the schoolgirl turned street fighter was interested in the military side of things but she taught what she knew...Hung Gar King Fu, the Israeli self defense of Krav Marga, exerting the toughness of everything drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket to GI Jane, if not the meanness. "You're not to blame for this," she finally told her softly.

"How do you manage?" Jessie asked. Nancy was clearly better off of the two, yet it seemed like she was spending her time drinking.

"We manage."

Jessie wasn't buying it. "Everyone's been trying to help you and you turn them away?" Her tone demanded an answer.

"They can't put their lives on hold for me, I have to take responsibility." On the dirty look Jessie gave her, before indicating Sakura, Nancy added, "she deserves better. I'm not ready yet."

"You're not ready?" Given what she knew Jessie wanted to help but she'd had enough for now.

"C'mon," she said to Sakura, wheeling her along, "I think we need a break."