One thing Jack could do was wait. When  Imogen Howe left the room for her morning walk he didn't mind. He had all the time he needed. All the time in the world. And he used it to his full advantage. He'd check the pamphlets down in the lobby. Then...

Imogen Howe was clueless to all of this, and she still at any free moment would give Keith a call. 


At first she started leaving just texts. Then it grew into calls. But now it was full on voicemails.

Long messages, that she would walk Keith through her whole day, just...

"Look, these are the facts Keith." A robotic voice continued.

"She was trying to get close to you."

"But for what?" Keith said. "I know nothing. Like nothing, I don't know what kind of ship it was, I don't even know where you got your coffee from."

"We think." The voice said, and...

To  Imogen Howe   the charade had grown tiring. Her British accent had faded and now she even tried to pronounce some words with hard a like aunt or pants. Jack hated this, it was something similar to having a friend call their parents on a sleep over. A betrayal. 

At...

"Thats just what happens when your out here, you get Murked." BAKA screamed at a man on the ground his face a was bloodied he had no pulse Dave checked. 

"Heres the ting fam Dey don't how lucky they got it. Now that guy will tell his friend. BAKAS out...

"He's back?" She said to no one. 

She had multiple monitors one with a calendar, another with news alerts, and another finally with locations. She was an assistant professional she had many high profile clients, but her most recent were Jack Attack until he went AWOL, and Jill his wife...

Imogen Howe had slept for like 10 hours. So long that she didn't get to see the mountains turn to desert and then to the ocean. When she woke up she smelt salt water, and heart seagulls call as they flew around the sky, diving down into the water, and...

"You've broken our trust Keith." A alien like voice spoke from no where in particular a bright light flashed down at Keith. He was tied to a metal chair sitting in a concrete room. Two electrodes were placed to his chest. He was sweating profusely.

"I haven't done anything. She's not...

He wasn’t prepared for Baka. But baka was prepared for him. Everything had been arranged.  Big Joe had planned everything, down the T. He was dead but his plan was set in motion. Like domino’s falling in a line. Dave was on his way to murder the most famous rapper...

There were a few options he thought a quiet border involving a boat. But too exposed. Or two bridges one also small near the middle of  Michigan the other south a bit Detroit . He'd never been to Detroit he thought, but at the same time risky, a big crossing. ...