Costa Crew 3: Make or Break

Chapter 20 - Let Justice Be Served

"I know you miss MI5," Amelia said as she shoved Becky forward, gun against her head. "and all the privileges that came with the job. Like the transport. Now, I'm not privileged like that lot. But I was able to arrange some accommodation for you. No charge. And I even arranged some private transportation to take you there."

Becky sighed as they stepped outside, where as predicted, a prison van was parked. The driver door swung open and Anthony stepped out, grinning.

"Long time no see, Hidgens," he taunted. "How was prison?"

"Shut up," snapped Amelia. Anthony sighed and opened up the back doors of the van, then he and Amelia took Becky by the arms and hauled her inside.

"How can you still be loyal," Becky muttered under her breath, making direct eye contact with Anthony. "After she manipulated you. Tried to make you take the fall. How are you still loyal to her?"

"Oh, naive little Becky," sneered Amelia. "I was never going to have Anthony take the fall, I just told Lisa we would to give her some idea that she was the most important person in my life. But I could never have betrayed Anthony like that. I love him too much."

"You don't know what love is," Becky snarled as she was thrust forward and caught off balance, sending her onto the floor of the van. "You have no idea-"

"Keep talking if you like, but we're done here," Amelia interrupted. She nodded to Anthony, who smirked and slammed the doors, leaving Becky alone in the darkness.

Becky pulled herself upright as the van pulled away, then as the reality of her situation sank in, buried her head in her hands and began to sob.

She'd known for a long time that Amelia would return. Amelia was never going to sit back and accept defeat. But this…Becky on her way to prison and her friends unknowingly walking to their deaths…nobody had guessed that it would go this far.

Those four years of peace were always going to be too good to be true. But Becky hadn't had a single moment of peace since the day Curt died. Amelia had taken her brother from her, and their last ever conversation had been an argument.

And just as Becky was starting to recover from Curt's death, she'd ended up in prison and life had become utter hell. Not a single friendly face. Except the one that she didn't know she had. Lindsey Holland, her friend on the inside. An MI5 Agent who had given her life to save Becky and Becky didn't even know it.

And Lisa…poor Lisa. Nobody even knew about her death. She hadn't been given the memorial she deserved. She hadn't even been buried in her own name. Not only had Amelia killed her, she had completely disrespected her and thrown her away as if she was nothing.

She had almost reached her limit, she could feel it.

***

Tears streamed down Becky's face as she typed out the message and hit send. "He - won't - want - to - see - me -" she managed to say, sobbing after every word. "I barely talk to him these days."

Curt gently rubbed Becky's back. "He misses you, the real you. He might not have time for Amelia's puppet-"

"Hey, I'm not her puppet," Becky interrupted indignantly.

"That's what you've become," Curt said. "You've spent so long trying to be someone Amelia wants to be friends with that you've become her puppet. Paul doesn't want to see Amelia's puppet. But he wants to see Becky."

"I'm not her puppet," Becky insisted. "I'm my own person and I can kick her ass if I so desire."

Curt smiled. "Now that sounds more like my sister. What's next?"

"Meet up with Paul this weekend," Becky said, her determination rising. "Then next week I'm gonna go into that test and wipe the floor with her."

Curt hugged her tightly. "Welcome back, Becky Hidgens. Now get back in the game and kick her ass."

***

"Oh, look, she's been crying!" Amelia sneered as she opened the back doors of the van. "Can poor Becky Hidgens not handle any more of this?"

Becky scowled as she got to her feet, but didn't say anything. "No fighting talk?" mocked Amelia. "Pity. I expected better from you. Now move."

Becky stepped out of the van, taking a deep breath as she faced prison once again, Amelia and Anthony either side of her. "Let's see who's waiting for you in there," Amelia whispered in her ear, shoving her forward.

***

"That's the defences all in place," Alex said, grabbing their jacket and turning to Charlotte, Hannah, Ted, Bruce, Clark, Lisa, Maya, John, Linda and Matthew. "Once I leave you just need to lock the door. Good luck."

Alex took a deep breath and stepped out of the safehouse, quickly closing the door behind them which Hannah then locked. "Let's do this," she said gravely, raising her gun.

Goodman raised his gun. "For those we lost and those we are fighting to save."

Ted hugged Bruce tightly and gave him a quick kiss. "I love you," he said softly before raising his gun.

Charlotte pulled Linda and Matthew into a long hug before raising her gun. "I love you."

Lisa held Maya close, squeezing her hand. "I love you."

The remaining members of the Costa Crew and John Goodman stood in a circle around their loved ones, guns raised, barricaded in the living room. Waiting. For whatever forces were coming for them.

Silence fell, then was quickly broken by the ringing of Charlotte's phone. "WHAT?" she exclaimed. "I'm on my way. You need to get help though."

She hung up then turned to Ted and Hannah. "Paul's been shot and needs me to help Ben go after Samantha. Can you two keep things up here?"

Ted nodded. "We got this. Help him."

Charlotte placed her gun in her jacket and stepped out of the safehouse, leaving Ted, Hannah and Goodman with the others.

"Is Paul going to be okay?" asked Linda.

"I'm sure Paul will be fine," Maya said soothingly. "He ain't gonna be alone. None of us are."

"Becky's alone," whispered Lisa. "She's facing Amelia alone."

The others nodded, each of them saying a silent prayer in their heads. For Becky, Paul, Charlotte and Alex, whose fates were currently unknown. And for themselves, waiting for whatever forces Amelia was sending after them.