"It is apart of you. An extension to your hand," she said. "Focus." Her voice was calming and seeping into my thoughts. She placed her hand on my shoulder. "Focus."

"I am," I said back, holding my arm out. I stared ahead, concentrating. It wasn't that far. I'd done it before close up. Just to get the feel. Just to know what it's like. Now I was seeing if I could do it for real. It wasn't as far as I thought I'd be.

"I always say you are best," she said, sliding her hand off my shoulder. "Do not disappoint me now." I stared ahead, holding my arm steady. I could do it. "Do not dis-" I pulled back the trigger three times. The third time, I flicked my wrist slightly up. A smile spread on my face and I looked up at her. I knew she was impressed but she chose not to show it. She held out her hand and I place the gun in her palm. She took it and sets it down on the table next to her. "Come."

We walked down the hall, our footsteps echoing with a scuffle. We get to the end of the hall where the silhouette. It's dark as the dim lights flicker but it was enough to see my work. "Have you been disappointed?" I ask.

She glanced down at me but she was smiling. "No," she said amused. With her free hand, she runs her fingers against the wall over the silhouette. Three shots. Two to the heart. One to the head. As it always should be. "You did good," she said. She never compliments us.

I snap awake, sharply inhaling. I try sitting up slowly but I'm too sore to move. It's like I've been hit by a truck, my whole body aching. I look around the room while taking a slow breath. Where am I? I'm...in a hospital? I'm in the hospital bed. The clock says it's 12:58 in the afternoon. What day is it? I double take and see Macy sitting in the chair reading a weekly magazine. Macy is here. She's my boss and a friend. We trust each other and I trust her presence here means I'm safe. Everything is fine.

"Mace-" I croak out. My voice is gone. What happened?

Macy looks up and the lets go of the magazine, the pages closing on her lap. "You're awake," she says relieved, tossing it back on the table among other reading materials.

"What day-" It burns badly. I touch my neck as I could feel the problem. My hands feel weird like some tight glove is over my hand and squeezing me.

"It's Wednesday," she says. Wednesday? What happened? How is it... "You've been out for a few days."

"What hap-" I can't. Macy reaches down in and I see Akari's briefcase next to her. She opens the side pouch and takes out their laptop and walks over to me. She pulls up a word document and slides it on my lap. Reaching up to the keyboard moves my shoulder a bit and I groan. Why do I hurt? What happened? I rest my hands on the keyboard, stretching out my stiff fingers. My hands are tingling. It feels like my hands are asleep. But that makes no sense since nothing could have cut off circulation. I clench my fists, working the joints in my knuckles and then I start typing. It's not as easy as it should be but I can manage this a lot easier than speaking. "What happened?" is all I can type. There's too much I don't understand to be any more specific.

Macy reads the screen and looks at me. "How much is blacked out?" she asks.

Blacked out? What in god's name happened? It's Wednesday. It's been four days. Why can't I remember four days? "We were at the hotel and then I left to go to dinner with Elsa. We had dinner but I don't remember the restaurant. We were driving." I stop typing, nothing comes after that. It stops. Did I go to dinner with her? It feels like a dream.

"That was Saturday night," Macy says concerned. I nod my head. "Nothing else?" I try thinking but there's nothing. "You were in a car accident," she starts.

Glass shatters. I inhale sharply, fixating on the clear hospital windows. They're perfectly fine. Glass shatters in my head. The sound of glass crashing and tinkering down, spraying and falling on my clothes. I was wearing a white dress shirt. And I was covered in glass from my window. My fingers start typing. "They rammed into us sideways. They hit us on my side."

Macy's eyes scan the screen, then flick back up at me. "You remember the crash now?" I start nodding but then I slowly shake my head. "Just pieces then are coming back?" she asks. I nod. "Police found the vehicle in the alleyway. As you said, the driver side was rammed into."

I remember Elsa's face. She was leaning forward in her seat, holding the handle and the armrest. The headlights on the other side casted deep shadows on to her face, the blinding white light coming from behind her. They had us surrounded. It's like a dream, just that image of her embedded in my head and white light blurring our surroundings out. Strands of her hair fallen loose, dazed and slow breathing. And that dream-like, white light coming from behind. I couldn't move. Everyone was rushing but I was stuck in slow motion. "Elsa." I type out.

Macy looks at me firmly. "They shot her," she says. A gun fires. It echoed. Kelcer raised his arm, the cuff of his sleeve down to his wrist, his fist holding the gun, finger wrapped around the trigger. He pointed it at her head. A gun fires. It echoed. He didn't shoot her in the head. He shot her in the stomach. A gun fires. It wasn't echoing. He shot her four times. "Police responded to the gunshots heard and they found her and took her to the hospital." I look up at her, my neck creaks and I close my eyes, taking a moment to wait for the pain to subside. "Easy," she says.

I open my eyes, entering a new line. "Can I read the report?" Macy looks at me softly. She slides the computer on my lap and turns it towards her. She searches into the archive files and then pulls up an electronic copy. "Than-k yo-" My voice falters again but I ignore it. I take the laptop back and glance it over and scrolling through the 28 pages as quickly as I can.

Elsa Beurn was in a police report, found at the scene shot four times to the stomach and unconscious. She was rushed to the hospital in Vienna. Agent Urie and Toro went to the hospital when she was out of surgery to question her as police officers. While she refused to answer their questions, she did comply with Brendon. When the two of them spoke alone, he was able to convince her to tell him where they could find me. She gave him a list of addresses and they left. She passed away from her wounds Sunday evening.

I catch my name towards page 16, quickly reading. The fourth address was a warehouse where Agent Way was detained by seven men, including the courier and Kelcer. All of them were killed at the scene. Gerard was found duct taped to the chair and completely soaked. He was disorientated and shown signs of memory loss and delirium with three GSWs. One in the shoulder and torso with several shallow grazes to his calf.

At the hospital, high concentrated traces of a modified version of methamphetamine were found in his bloodstream. 9 hours later, he went into shock and began showing symptoms of arsenic poisoning. It is estimated that 300mg of arsenic was ingested, requiring stomach irrigation. Due to a deficiency in red blood cells, a blood transfusion was additionally needed.

Well, I've been through a lot it seems. The drug they put in me was probably the deliriousness and that probably connects to the memory loss. I don't know if it's better that I've forgotten or not. Maybe for my own sanity, it's better. But what did they do to me while I was there? I don't seem to have any bodily mutations thank god. But what happened?

"Kelcer's dead," Macy states, seeing I'm done reading. I look up at her, nodding. When I first read it, I couldn't believe it. But he's gone. This ongoing case for nearly a year and staying in Austria for seven months, it's all over. It doesn't seem right. It doesn't seem like we made it to the end yet. "We're returning to the states in a week. Give or take."

"We-" I try clearing my throat but Macy puts a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"It's over," she says. I look at her in disbelief. "We're tying up loose ends currently but with Kelcer and Elsa gone, the operations are shutting done."

I go back to the docs page. "This seems too easy."

Macy smiles endearingly. "If you think it's too easy, then you truly can't remember what you've been through." I roll my eyes at her, sighing and leaning back against the pillow. "After we close the investigation and you've recovered, we're flying back out."

"Do you know how long I'll be recovering?" I type.

"Um, you've slept through the worst of it all. But you should be getting out tomorrow. Friday at the latest." So if all goes well, I just got to get through today. I hate being in hospitals. I feel useless and vulnerable. "But it will be a few months before you're back in the office."

"Wh-"

"You know Shaw's rules," Macy says. I sigh, knowing that it's probably for the best. I mean, I was shot three times and I don't even remember it. "Gerard, I'm sorry."

I turn my head back at her, giving her a look. Her eyes are soft and sympathetic. I start typing and she glances down. "That's weird coming from you."

She parts her lips, looking back at me. "Apologizing?"

I chuckle. "Well, that but also you calling me Gerard."

She cracks a grin for a moment, shaking her head at me. But then she gets serious again. "I am sorry for what I made you do. I am sorry for what you had to go through. I'm sorry...they got you." Her eyes gloss and she strains her jaw as she says the last line. It hurts seeing her so distressed. "I won't put you undercover again."

I smile at her, glancing down at the screen. "You can put me undercover. Just don't make me date anyone." She chuckles, clasping her hands together and glancing down. I start typing and she pauses, inhaling before looking back up. "Where's Akari and Brendon?"

Macy sits up when reading it. "Oh, Akari is at the hotel. They have a lot of data to process after finding you. And Brendon is out checking the last of the locations Elsa gave us. But I doubt he'll find any leads." I nod my head. I mean, it's just a precaution. Kelcer is the leader and everyone takes orders from him. If he's gone, then there's no one to continue the operation. It doesn't seem smart though to just have one person in charge. And why would the boss be doing dirty work like detaining me? It doesn't seem right. But a lot doesn't seem right at the moment. I'm just glad this nightmare is over. "Frank was here."

I snap my head up at Macy and my heart drops to my stomach. "What did you do?" I whisper, barely using my voice and mostly mouthing the words.

She chuckles. "I take it you don't remember." I slowly shake my head. How do they know about Frank? And why would they bring him into this? What does she know? And what does he know? The machines that's been faintly beeping this whole time starts getting faster, slightly louder. Macy glances at my heart rate monitor and I look too. Well, that just skyrocketed at the mention of his name. Great. "It's okay," she says gently. "You were rambling about missing a meeting, saying it was very important." Oh, great. I can't even trust my own subconscious. "Brendon brought him in to be sure everything was okay. He didn't ask too many questions." Okay, I can't be too surprised. Frank never really questioned much whenever we were together. He's very gullible, making it easier to be close with him. And I am forever thankful for that.

"What did you tell him?" I type.

"We stuck to the civilian cover. You were at meetings late on Saturday when you were in a car accident, found Sunday evening and taken to the hospital." I nod along. Well, it's technically not all a lie. But I'll have to read my full civilian report sometime today. The first thing I'm doing when I get out of here and have a moment to myself, I'm seeing Frank. He leaves in two days. It's not a lot of time but it should be enough for what I have to do.