Tina kept walking without looking back. There were two reasons she restrained herself. Firstly she needed a moment to drink, eat and use the bathroom. Secondly, Craig needed to talk to these men. The team that had thought him dead and Darcia betrayed them over and over. The team that had never stopped doing what it did best. Saving people's lives.

Tina finished her crisps and fruit juice, thinking over the past forty-eight hours, which had been a revelation. Everything that had happened helped her understand more about who she was and what she could do. One thing for sure, having seen Iris lose her temper, Tina never wanted to do was be on that sister's naughty list. Rubbing her tight, swollen abdomen, Tina neared the hanger where the children mingled with each other. Some crying. Some laughing. Some hugging others. Tina took in all the faces but couldn't see Gina's. Stopping one of Todd's team as he left the hangar.

"Hey," Tina called," where is Gina?"

"She went to the bathroom," he indicated a doorway on the opposite side of the hanger, "about five minutes ago."

"Thanks," Tina said, moving in that direction. It didn't take any female that long to use the bathroom. Not unless they had a problem.

Opening the door, Tina stepped into a stall, happy to sit for a moment. Silently she listened. Not a sound was heard. Washing her hands, Tina moved through the bathroom. It was empty. There must be a back door somewhere. Inhaling, Tina internally stilled herself.

"I told you I don't want to go with you," Gina echoed.

Tina moved quickly toward the end of the bathroom, finding a wooden door open. Carefully pushing it wider, she followed the sound of Gina's complaining voice.

"I want to go home," Tina heard the child whine.

"Keep it up, Gina," a voice muttered, following the sound to where an elevator could be found. A woman held Gina by the arm as she punched the button.

"Where are you taking her?" Tina asked, stepping around the corner.

The woman froze, dropping Gina's arm and slowly turning. The sudden panic flaring in her eyes and the quick inhalation brought a stirring within Tina's gut. Anger, determination and something else brought Tina up short.

"Easy," she said, rubbing her stomach, "we'll make sure Gina comes home. You may need to help me, but I'm determined we will all come through this ...even your father."

"There is a price on this child's head," the woman said, her eyes falling to Tina's evidence of her condition, "she is responsible for many deaths."

"Whose deaths?" Tina asked, "some adult hurting a defenceless child whom she defended, perhaps?"

"It's irrelevant," the woman shrugged, "a bounty is a bounty, and money is money."

The elevator opened the woman grabbed Gina pulling her in and pressing the button for the door to close. Tina ran toward the elevator, reaching it as the door closed and started moving. Pulling on her sister's abilities, Tina pulled the outer doors open, jumping up to grab the bar below the elevator. It kept moving upward toward the roof. Tina held on, determined not to let Gina out of sight for as long as possible. Pulling her legs up, she hooked them around the bar, trying to protect her offspring. Breathing evenly, Tina held on. The muscles in her arms started to shake, but still, she hung on, drawing on Daisy's strength more and more. The elevator stopped. The door opened, and Gina could be heard complaining about not wanting to go with her again. Tina moved toward the scaffolding on the side of the elevator, using it to climb up toward the service door in the shape of a panel. Pushing against it, she felt it give a little. Manoeuvring herself to get her feet around, placing them side by side. Inhaling deeply, she pulled on Daisy's strength hard, releasing it toward the panel. The metal sheet flew out onto the rooftop. Using Daisy's speed, Tina exited the hole and rolled out to find the woman dragging Gina toward a helipad.

"No," Tina gasped, clambering up and running across the cement toward the woman waving at an approaching helicopter.

"Tina," Gina cried, "I don't want to go."

"Then don't go," Tina shouted, "stay."

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The woman turned in surprise. Looking around, she tried to run, pulling Gina behind her. Gina seemed to understand more than her young mind should have. The young girl pushed against the woman's hand, digging her heels into the cement as best she could. The woman tugged harder, only making Gina resist more. Tina caught up, moving in between the helicopter and the struggling pair.

"Let her go," Tina shouted, "do it now."

"Make me," the woman sneered.

"Oh, I don't have to," Tina said, winking at Gina, who smiled, giving a tiny nod.

"If not you," the woman said, looking around, "then who?"

"The Light Thrower," Tina said, "that is the person you need to get past."

"I don't see a light thrower," the woman sneered, drawing a gun, "get out of my way."

"No," Tina said, shaking her head, "you're not taking that child to be tortured."

"I don't care what is happening," the woman shouted, "I worked for the money. I'm taking her in."

"You're that kind of hunter," Tina nodded, "you always get your person."

"You've heard of me," she smirked, "then you also know that I always do anything to get the target to the required rendezvous."

"I've never heard of you," Tina said, "but I did know hunters like you."

"I don't care about weak hunters," she said, wincing, "what the ..."

Tina watched as discomfort rippled through her before looking down at Gina. The child stood still, her eyes closed, breathing evenly as her skin began to crackle. First in her hands before running across the surface of her skin, connecting with the woman's hand where it held her. Suddenly she let Gina go shaking her hand.

"Gina, run," Tina said, moving between the two, "get downstairs."

Gina turned quickly, firing a bolt past Tina toward the woman. It missed but continued hitting the helicopter idling on the far end of the rooftop. The explosion threw the three to the ground.

Tina fell to her hands and knees, the jolt jarring her body. Shaking her head, she checked on Gina, sitting a short way from them, her shocked expression telling the tale that the power she used was not her own. Where was she getting it from?

"No," the woman bellowed, pushing to her feet, "you'll pay for that."

Tina watched as the gun rose, aiming at Gina, who scrambled to her feet, running to find cover from flying bullets.

"Run," Tina yelled, pushing her shoulder into the woman's side and taking them both to the ground.

Tina rolled off of the panting form coming up to her feet. Naturally, falling into a fighting stance, waiting while the hunter painfully pushed up to her feet, looking around for her weapon that had skittered away.

Tina ducked a few punches and moved from one side to the other as kicks barely missed her. Without thinking, Tina threw out a fist connecting with the woman's jaw. In amazement, she watched her land on her back, grunting painfully. Suddenly she rolled to her feet. A knife in hand coming at Tina without warning.

Evading the sharp, glinting knife, Tina moved away each time, alarm running through her as the knife's intended destination became apparent. Glancing behind her, she noticed the ledge of the building crept closer. Just then, the hunter charged, pushing her backwards. Instinctively Tina grasped the woman's pants, taking her with her as they rolled over the edge of the building. Reaching out her hands, Tina found an extending pole to hold onto. The hunter groped around for something to stop her fall, finally grasping Tina's loose hand. Tina grunted as she strained to maintain her grip.

"You will not win," the woman jerked on Tina's hand.

Tina cried out as pain ran through her body. Below Tina noticed activity as people ran in many directions. Determination settled deep within. She was not going down with the type of hunter this woman had become. Closing her fist around the pole, Tina gritted her teeth. Looking around for a foothold, Tina strained as the hunter tried to jerk again. Irritated, Tina kicked out, connecting with the woman's mid-drift.

"If I go down, so are you," she hissed, pulling a gun from an ankle holster and aiming it in Tina's general direction.

Tina realised it didn't matter where she shot; without blood, she was dead, and so were her children. Tina kicked out again, this time determined to dislodge the gun more than the woman. The first shot barely missed her body, but the second came quickly and slammed into her side. Tina gasped as she fought the dizzying effect of the sudden and immense pain tearing through her insides.

Suddenly a bolt of energy flew past her hitting the hunter squarely in the chest. The scream followed the third shot toward Gina, leaning over the edge of the building. Tina cried out again as the bullet tore through her leg, sending the bullet on a different trajectory away from Gina.

"Tina," Gina called urgently. Tina looked up, seeing the young girl looking around for some way to help her, only to look past Tina hanging helplessly and pointing in astonishment.

Tina blinked quickly, trying to focus her blurring vision. Saw Craig climb the side of the building?

Reaching for the pole with her other hand, Tina tried to breathe through the pain and the light-headed sensation of blood loss. Suddenly a strong arm folded around her, pulling her against a familiar muscular, warm, broad chest. Breathing in as best she could, Tina sighed, smiling a little.

"I'm home," she whispered as the battle to keep her eyes open failed, "help Gina."