Prologue: 

The needle punctured the flesh letting her inject the serum into his arm. Leaning back, Hallie brushed a dark lock from her face. Swallowing her eyes flicked to look at her male companion’s face. 

Seeing no change, Hallie panicked. Perhaps she had misjudged the dosage requirements. Maybe she really had killed him! Going to prepare another dose, Hallie heard him groan. 

Looking back at his face, Hallie saw his glazed blue eyes staring at her. Coughing, Walt Cummings rubbed his bruised throat with a shaking hand. “It worked?” he asked hoarsely. 

Hallie leaned back against the car door. Breathing hard she closed her eyes. “Yea,” She replied, the Southern accent she had used while working with the Logan administration remained. “It worked.” 

Walt nodded as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Good.” He sighed before coughing. He watched as Hallie removed the dark wig that she wore. Letting her locks tumble down around her face, Hallie noted him watching her before she closed her eyes and slouch against the door—tired from killing and reviving Walt. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” She muttered before climbing over Walt. 

“Hey.” 

Her eyes glanced down at Walt before she sat on his chest. Swallowing, she let her back rest against his knees and waited for Walt to continue.  His hand remained on her arm with his thumb rubbing her forearm. “Thanks.”

Leaning forward, Hallie gave Walt a small kiss before letting her own hand press against his chest. “Don’t thank me yet—I gotta get us out of here.” She told him after a minute before Walt’s hand went through her hair. “Not now Walt.” Hallie moaned. When he didn’t stop, Hallie forced him to stop. “I said no!” She snapped. “We have to get out of here—now.”