Nighttime visitor

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Look, I just found him here, alright?" Carson grits his teeth against the EMT's questioning. "Just take care of him."

Kyle opens his eyes, but it hurts. It's dark...there's noise...flashing lights. What on earth... He tries to move, but it pushed back down.

"Just lie still. You're going to be alright."

Alright? He wasn't fine? Where was he? Whose were these strange voices?

Carson watches, helpless as Kyle is taken on a stretcher into the ambulance. The red and blue lights flash and the siren wails, warning other drivers to get out of the way. And Carson suddenly finds himself alone again. He had to let someone know about this...but he didn't even have a phone.

Thinking quickly, Carson aims in a new direction and takes off in a sprint...

...The house lights were on. That was good. Carson's lungs felt as if they were going to explode after the run he'd taken. The distance wouldn't have bothered him a while back, but now it just sent him into a coughing fit, forcing him to slow to a walk before he gets to the door. Finally there, he rings the doorbell and waits for Nate to come.

Looking at him, he's silent for just a moment, knowing that his being here was a surprise, and unsure if he was even welcome. But Nate was the only one he trusted not to throw him out before he'd said his piece.

"Nate...I didn't know who else to tell. Kyle Mitts...he just got roughed up by some Agency goons and was taken to the hospital."


Kyle's cell phone beeps, but there is no one in the dark alley to receive the message.