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Ian smirked, seeing as he'd won, and allowed Kat to drag him back into the house.
"How about some lunch?" He asked, digging through the refridgerator.

Kat nodded, wrapping herself in a towel and sighing. She scanned the pantry quickly and located some bread. Kat extended a hand to grab the bread, but something caught her eyes. She looked over to see a small sliver of light glinting off of the flour bag. Kat looked at it and reached for the flower bag instead. A flurry of white power clouded her lungs as soon as she lifted the bag and she reached for the shiny thing. Kat coughed and cleared the flour away, only to see that she was holding a handgun.
"Holy freak show!" Kat exclaimed, recoiling her grip on the gun and setting it on the ledge of the pantry. She panted slightly and looked at the weapon. Kat was no expert on guns, but the thing looked to be a full sized Desert Eagle, with automatic re-load, and cow-hide grip, okay, so maybe she was an expert on guns. Kat took a deep breath and reached for the gun. It was heavy in her hands, heavy, powerful, and cold. Kat stared at the weapon with huge eyes, how had Ian gotten a hold of this? He ran a business for crying out loud! Maybe the business was successful enough for people to want him dead? Kat shook her head, that wasn't likely. She touched the barrel and put the safety on,
"Ian...Why is there a Desert Eagle in the pantry?" Kat asked, her voice hushed and ragged. Sweat dotted her forehead; these things were illegal where she came from.

Ian looked up, eyeing the gun. He had powerful weapons hidden everywhere in his house, and Kat had located one of the smaller ones.
"Protection." He answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Ian walked over and put the gun back in the bag, before taking the bread and shutting the pantry door.

Kat eyed Ian suspiciously and sighed. Who on earth would keep a Desert Eagle as protection? Those guns were designed to blow someone up! But, of course Ian would have one. Kat sighed and began making sandwiches.
“If you say so” She said solemnly.

"Don't believe me-" Ian began, before being interrupted by a loud forceful knock on the door. Ian froze, eyeing the door. His cell phone buzzed and his hand flew to hispocket, whipping out the device an pressing it against his ear.
"They're coming." Was all the voice on the other line said, before hanging up. Ian growled a curse, tossing his phone down the drain as another knock sounded.
"FBI OPEN UP!" A voice shouted, as Ian shredded his phone. He turned to Kat, his face stern.
"Listen to me. Take the gun, and run, out the back door, go. Now." He ordered, grabbing the eagle and loading it, before shoving it into Kat's hands. "I love you. Don't listen to them. Don't trust them." Ian kissed her softly, before reaching under a cabinet and pulling out a sniper rifle. He cocked it and aimed it at the door as it flung open.
"RUN." He snarled loudly, firing with one arm, pushing Kat out the door with the other.

"What the h*ll is going on?" Kat yelled as the FBI knocked on the door and Ian shredded his phone. She wavered at his instruction and looked at him with sad eyes after he kissed her. Don't trust them? Don't listen to them? Who was them?! Kat felt tears in her eyes, though she didn't know why. She wanted to know who they were, she wanted answers, she wanted the truth.
"Wh-What's going on, Ian? Who are they?" She tried asking, but she was then fired out the back door, a weapon in hand. Kat did as she was told and ran. Her heart raced as gunshots sounded behind her, but she kept runing. Kat couldn't believe it. Why was she running? What would happen to Ian? Why was the FBI at the door?! But Kat just ran. Her stomach was tied in a tight not, bitter tasting bile arose in her throat. She ran around the perimeter of the lake, the damp grass licking at her bare feet and wet parachute pants. Kat didnt have a shirt on, just her swim suit top. Kat felt goosebumps prickle her skin. She hopped the fence that devided the lake from the ranch next door and kept running. She ran. Faster and faster, hearing the gun shots die away. The sounds becoming mere echoes.

Ian glared at the body on the floor, and stepped over it, only to be shot in his side. He wince slightly, but quickly shot the man dead. He noticed a black car speeding of in the direction Kat went, and cursed himself mentally. His first mistake-leaving Kat alone. He jogged quickly after the car, hopping onto of it. Within minutes he had both drivers killed and waspulling Kat into the car. Ian pulled into a car garge and parked the car, pulling out a new phone and pointing it in the direction of a new car, hitting a button and making the car unlock.
"Come..on" He muttered, grasping his side and climbing into the vehicle.

Kat screamed when she was pulled into the car. She raised her gun towards her attacker’s temple and pulled back the trigger, but the safety was still on. Kat opened her eyes and saw Ian. She had almost shot him…Kat gagged and flung the Desert Eagle on the ground, her hands shook. What if the safety hadn’t been on? What if she blew off his head? Kat couldn’t think of it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and then smelt the coppery scent of blood. They pulled into the driveway and she looked at the new car.
“Where are we going? Ian, who were those people? What do they want?” Kat’s eyes skimmed down to see his bloody side. “Oh God, did they shoot you? We need to fix that! Ian, holy freak show what’s going on?!” Kat gasped, still looking at his heavily bleeding side. Kat got out of the car and offered to help him out.
“I’m driving, where too? You can’t drive in this condition.” Kat asked, rolling her shoulders back and trying to keep her head on. Although she was heavily shaken, she managed a calm face. She tried to flush the panic out, telling herself that the fear was nothing more than herself overreacting. Kat stood by the new car, but he climbed into the driver’s side and Kat was forced to sit in the passenger. She sighed and got in the car too, looking numbly ahead.
“Ian…Why were they here? What did they want?” Kat asked calmly, trying to keep herself from crying.

Ian gripped his side tightly, but didn't let Kat drive.
"Knowone, alright? They were..like the FBI." Ian stated stiffly, putting the car in park and reaching back over the seat for his first aid kit. Using tweezers he ripped open his shirt, and pulled out the bullet. He tossed it aside and bandaged it, before looking up at Kat.
"Let's just say..they're the good guys." Ian huffed, putting his hand on his temple where te eagle had been. Ian shivered, looking around and opening up the glove department and pulling out a handgun.
"We are taking you back to England. Arthur is um, almost, kind of like a safe house. He let me stay there once before." Ian explained.

Kat shook her head "I'm staying with you." she said, her voice stern but on edge. The FBI was the good guys? Then what'd that make Ian? A bad guy? Kat wouldn't believe it, she'd never believe that he was in fact the worst guy for her. Kat thought about going back to Arthur's house, there was no way she was going to do that. She didn't want to be forced to see Alfred everyday, and know that she was the reason for his pain. She didn't want to recieve verbal lashings from Arthur about how big of a mistake Ian was. She didn't want to sit at that house and worry something would happen to Ian. She didn't want to loose Ian, not now, not ever.

Kat stiffened, how could she convince him that she was strong enough to stay? She couldn't. But she could try.
"Ian, listen, I'm staying with you. I'll do anything you say. I'm a pretty good shot, I can fire a gun no problem. I'll run when you want me too, I'll do anything for you no questions asked. I'll kill anyone you want me too, I'll hide when you say so, I'll shut up when you want me to. But I'm not leaving you." Kat said gruffly.

"No." Ian stated simply, speeding urgently down the highway. "Call Arthur, tell hokum coming." He ordered, punching in Arthur's number on his phone and hitting the green call button.
"They're after m-" Ian began, before a shrill shot rang out and Ian gasped quietly, a strained sound. Pain. His rightshoulder bled, and he picked up the handgun, firing one skilled jot in the direction the bullet came from, killing the shooter instantly.
"Da**." He muttered, his bloody hand shook as he tried to peel pit another bandage as he drove.

Kat screamed when a bullet embedded itself in Ian's right shoulder. "I-I'm not leaving you!" She argued loudly, looking at his bleeding shoulder. Kat crawled over the seat and started unwrapping bandages, handing him the wrap slowly and looking at the bleeding wound. Suddenly the passanger side door was ripped open. Kat looked over her shoulder to see a man in a black suit racing along side the car atop a motercycle. He lifted a gun and fired, a shot landed Kat in the shoulderblade and she squealed in pain. Kat reached for her gun, but it was on the ground. The man cut nect to the car and reached in to grab her. Kat shreiked as he grabbed her shoulder, his thumb digging into her wounded shoulderblade. He cut back and pulled Kat out of the car, she looked at Ian, dumbfounded right before she was pulled out. Then, she was swung out of the car and sat onto the man's lap, a forceful hand on her bad shoulder. The man killed the engine quickly, allowing Ian's car to plow forward. He then restarted the engnie and veered off into a new direction.

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"KATHERINE!" Ian practically shreiked, firing a shot at the man, who ducked under the bullet an it plowed into his partner's head.
"You're gonna pay for that Ian." The man holding Kat snarled, and Ian glared. He stopped the cat abruptly, catching up to the kidnapper's car and shot at the closed car door. Much to Ian's disappointment the car sped off, leaving Ian in the dust.
"Da**..." Ian huffed, pulling over to the side of the road.

Kat gasped and struggled, this wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening! Beads of sweat hung from her forehead as she struggled, but the man hit her over the head and she stopped struggling so hard.
“Let. Me. Go!” She demanded, only earning a glare of the man. He continued to drive while clutching her wrists tightly. Kat shrieked Ian’s name, over and over. She kept calling for help, but they were getting farther and farther away. She looked out the window and saw him pull over. Kat felt her breathing catch, but she continued to scream his name. She didn’t cry yet, not yet. Kat kicked at the door, and cried for help louder, but the man just hit her over the head again and she clenched her teeth.
“What’s going on?! Ian! Ian, help me!” Kat shouted, her hands still bound together.

Ian opened his trunk hurriedly, and pulled out a bigger gun, a mini gun. It was like, a mini grenade launcher. He aimed it, and hit the back of the car, watching the rear explode and shreiked to a stop. He jogged painfully up to the car, and grabbed Kat's arm, yanking her out of the car before shooting the driver in the head.