Jack entered his apartment. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he set the sniper rifle on his dresser with its leftover ammunition. Jack grabbed his phone and set it on the coffee table next to his lounger. He collapsed into his chair and kicked his shoes off. Within moments he passed out from exhaustion as the last of the adrenaline had been long gone from his body.

An hour or two pass. Jack, asleep in his chair is woken up by the sudden burst of a knock at his door. He's slow to get up, but the knock continues in a frenzy.

"I'm coming," he said as he approached the door.

Jack equipped his firearm before reaching the peephole in the door. After taking a quick look though the glass, he holstered his weapon and unlocks the entrance. Jack opened the door for both Luther and Luca. They were covered in sewage and blood, an unholy mix to Jack's spotless room.

"Med kit, now." Luther ordered before Jack could say anything about the mess they were bringing in.

Luther removes their shirt and falls onto Jack's bed.

"You never make things easy, do you?" Jack huffs has he grabbed the medical first aid kit from his bathroom.

"Yeah, I know. It's just a graze though. Few splints of shrapnel need to be removed."

"That looks like more than a graze, Luther" Jack said concerned as he stood beside the bed, unloading the med kit.

Luca sat in Jack's chair. As he sat down, Jack heard the squishing of Luca's wet clothes onto the fabric of his favorite seat.

"Kid, go clean yourself up in the bathroom. I'll take it from here."

Luca quickly rose back up from the chair and approached the bathroom. He took a moment to peek in before entering and closing the door. The water from the shower turns on, now serving as a buffer of noise between the two hitmen and the child.

As Jack was unloading the med kit onto the nightstand, the phone suddenly rung out. Jack is quick to move back to the coffee table and answer it.

"You got Jack," Jack answered on the phone.

Luther could hear a muffled yelling from the phone before Jack turned and faced them. Jack winced and set the phone beside the bed.

"It's for you," Jack said as they handed Luther the phone.

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Anderson is on the other line of the phone. "The fuck did you do?" he exclaimed through the phone.

"The mission, just as I was asked," Luther responded as Jack began to treat the wound.

"You were instructed to only pick up the boy. You were not instructed to deliver him, and most of all, you were definitely, not instructed to find yourself in a shootout that resulted in the death of two Marshalls!"

"Look, it's not like I had a choice. They–"

Luther was cut off by Anderson, "you had a choice to walk away! I'm not giving you the next choice. Abandon the kid and get the hell out of Italy now."

"I can't do that."

"This isn't a discussion."

"And I'm telling you, I can't do that."

"Valorie," Anderson catches himself and hesitates. "Luther, if you don't follow this order, we can't help you. You will be completely on your own. Italy has put a price on your head. They will send–"

"I know," Luther interrupted.

There is an annoyed sigh through the phone on Anderson's end.

"Is Jack tangled in this?" asked Anderson.

"Yes, but they shouldn't have him marked yet," answered Luther.

"God damnit,"

There was another pause before Anderson spoke again. "Whatever you're about to do, reach us when its over. We can discuss it more than."

Before Luther can give any sort of confirmation, Anderson hung up. Jack waits a moment before speaking.

"What's the plan now?" he said, taking the phone and returning it to the receiver.

"Same as before, we go to Spain."

"What of the kid?"

"Drop him off at his moms along the way."

"And how do we find this woman?"

Luther grunted as they removed a photo from their pocket. It was slightly stained in blood, but still easily decipherable. They handed it to Jack.

"Her name is Madeline Laurent. Supposedly she is in west France. Small oceanside town."

"That only narrows it so much. What if she already fled France?" Jack said reluctantly.

"Damnit, then we will cross that bridge when we get there."

Jack removed some of the shrapnel from Luther's wound. Luther flinched as the tweezers pulled.

"Borders are going to be well protected due to the war. How do you want to get across?"

I'll give Volkov a call. He can get us through," Luther answered.

"Volkov can't always be your answer when things get difficult," Jack responded.

"He's always been there for us."

Jack rolled his eyes as he set the tweezers in a bowl with the removed shrapnel. He grabbed some alcohol and bandages from the kit.

"This is going to sting," warned Jack.

"All of this shit stings," smirked Luther.

Jack finishes cleaning and wrapping the wound. They stood up and walked over to the dusty liquor bottles. He grabbed and uncorked a whiskey bottle, pouring it into a glass for Luther. He returned to Luther's side and handed them the drink.

"Good thing I have you," Luther said.

"Good thing." Jack replied.

Luther cheered the glass before chugging down the liquor. They handed the glass back to Jack, who refilled it before taking a swig from the bottle himself.

The noise from the shower came to a stop. Jack set the bottle on the nightstand and walked over to his closet. He removed a shirt and some underwear from his supply of clothes. Luca exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Here are some clothes to wear for the night. I'll wash your dirty clothes so you can wear them in the morning. Sorry they don't fit well."

"Thank you," Luca said as he turned back around and reentered the bathroom.

Jack picked up Luca's dirty clothing and set it in the sink to wash. On the bed, Luther looked at the photo on Jack's nightstand, before setting the empty photo beside it. They smile before falling asleep.