The Following

“Agnes!”
Agnes swallowed, and rotated her head. Dale was limping towards her.
In the meantime, Harrison was being dragged back inside the council room.
“What have tu done?” Dale shouted angry, when he saw Deb’s unconscious body, at the bottom of the well.
“Harrison Parker, you’ve been found guilty for treason against our leader, Dale Waldon. What do tu have to say for yourself?” Marion bellowed. She was sitting on Dale’s chair.
Harrison raised his head at her. “Look at what you’ve become. What we’ve become. Deb got away, but we just had to drag her back in. And for what,...

Max frowned. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn Mike’s eyes were shining. “I’m sorry tu had to hear this”, she dicho carefully.
“Yeah” Mike said. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it. I’ll see tu tomorrow”
“Really? I thought I was fired” Max muttered surprised.
“Just don’t pull out your gun” Mike warned her. “Unless it is to protect her, of course” He thought about that for a second, and added: “Don’t tell her I dicho that. I don’t think she would appreciate it”
“My lips are sealed” Max comentó dry. “See tu tomorrow, then” She walked...

“Okay, hit me”
Max an Debra were standing in the basement. Deb had put on más comfortable clothes, instead of pj’s, and Max had removed her coat. With rolled up sleeves, the latter looked expectantly at her opponent.
“I’m not going to hit you” Deb protested.
“Come on, Deb, tu can’t hide behind a escritorio forever” Max tried to provoke her.
“I wasn’t hiding” Deb frowned. “I just wanted to help other people like me, without…getting out in the field” she added, awkwardly.
“Yeah, that’s what I call a fancy way for saying tu were hiding” Max emphasized the last three...

For several minutos Deb’s breathing was the only sound she heard, until she heard the front door open. She froze, and waited for footsteps to echo down the hall. As dicho footsteps became louder, as they approached the kitchen, Deb turned around, and braced herself.
Max stood a few meters away from her, her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Mike called me. dicho he’d left”
She took up the courage to mover a little closer, and as she did, she noticed the key on the ground. “You dropped something. Hold on, I got it” Before Deb could respond, Max had already dived for the key. “Here...

And so it was that, when a few days later Deb was released from the hospital and Mike drove her to his house in Woodbridge, Max was already inside, waiting for them.
“How did tu get in here?” Deb asked, a little hostile.
Max, awkwardly, pointed at Mike. “He, uh, he gave me a key”
Deb narrowed her eyes and looked at Mike. “You gave her a key? Why did tu give her a key? What does she need a key for? Heck, I don’t even have a key”
Max pressed her lips and closed her eyes for a división, split second. “That’s my cue” she dicho and she walked past them to the front door. “Oh, por the way,”...

Deb and Mike’s lips were still locked to one another’s when the door opened, and Claire walked in.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry” she apologized, when she realized what she had interrupted.
Deb and Mike let go of each other, and looked at Claire, anticipative. “No problem” Mike said. “You have any news on Ryan?”
“Actually, that’s what I came for” Claire replied. “He’s awake. I, uh, I thought you’d like to know”
“Thanks, Claire” Mike answered. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s still sore” Claire replied, with a grimace. “Those…people” She spit the word out...