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- Ian Thorne sat in the back, his gun in his hands already just in case. Ian usually stayed behind to work on tracking and stuff, so action made him tense. Brooke fell asleep, and he almost smiled. She was probably tired after all the worry and chaos. Ian looked out the window, his head moving left and right as he tried to keep an eye on things. Then from behind cars began to chase, and there were sickening bangs as guns were fired. Brooke said she would cover the roof and Ian let her know he heard as he took his own position.
Aiming wasn't easy for him, he'd never been that great with weapons. The moving vehicle didn't help, but adrenaline kicked in and he found himself shooting pretty well. Then he saw one of the men start to aim. Ian's eyes widened as he followed the path. If the man shot it would hit Brooke. Faster than he ever thought possible, Ian switched his aim from one agent to another, firing in quick succession. He managed to hit the one aiming for Brooke, but then another gunshot rang out. Ian heard a yell, and then realized it was himself. He fell back, hitting the seat of the car and clutching his middle. He'd been shot, somewhere near his stomach. If it hit any organs, it was unlikely for him to survive. He cursed viciously, trying to sit up. The pain was so dizzying his vision went black for a second. It kept flickering on and off, like his mind couldn't decide to pass out or not.
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- Andrea Saxx grinned at the way Aaron mooned over the car. It was nice, and she was also sad to leave it. When Aaron mentioned food she frowned. "I can't believe not a single one of us thought about that. Seriously. Hold on, let me think." She tried to remember if she knew anyone who did work with identification. Then it came- "I know. There is an agent I was friends with when we first started. He is retired now, but he specialized in making fake IDs and erasing people. I think he lives in a town about five miles from here." She shrugged. "We could walk, which would take approximately an hour and forty minutes. Or we could risk taking the car another five minutes drive." She looked at the car from the corner of her eye. "Up to you." The agent she knew was one of the few people she got along with. He was older, maybe in his late fifties. One weird thing nobody knew about Andrea was that she had a soft spot for old people. Like she would slap a girl who insulted her, but if an old lady insulted her she would let it go and probably think it was funny. The retired agent was named Jeremiah Sunner, a short man with dark skin and gray hair. He smiled a lot, but he could also be very strict and didn't like rude people. He taught her to be polite pretty fast.

