It's The Real Deal: Rebooted 3

Chapter 14: Memory Lane (Part 2)

Flashback continues:

"A-choo." I sneezed. "Who's there?" Collins asks. "Hello." I say, coming out. I stand next to Neal.

In a cell type thing: Lily's P.O.V.

Neal starts to break out. They come in while he's doing it and he pretends that the door's perfectly fine. "See? Just as we left them." Dobbs says. Two more hours, Caffrey. Then it's only a short flight to the Canary Islands and an easy ride home." Dobbs says. No! "I came to you for help, Dobbs." Neal says. Yeah! He let us down. "I don't know why. I wouldn't harbor a fugitive." Dobbs claims.

Yes you would. "I paid you." Neal claims. Yeah! "To help establish yourself on the island. You never said the U.S. government was looking for you." He claims. That is true. The door falls down. "You should get that fixed." I say. "I told you I didn't want him here." Dobbs states. "Caffrey, you only had to be good for a couple of hours, and as long as you got two good legs, you're gonna find a way to run." Collins claims. I'm too mad at him to mention something.

"You're a federal agent." Neal says. "You were in the act of fleeing. You could be armed." Collins says. What?! "No more running, Caffrey." Collins says. He shoots Neal in the leg. "Aah!" Neal exclaims in pain. Now they've done it! Don't make me bring out the fire! I spark a flame and quickly defuse it, hopefully before anyone noticed. "Did anyone smell smoke for a second?" Collin asks. "No." I lie. That could've been bad.

"Is she armed?" Collin asks Neal. What? "Only with confidence." I say, my voice a bit shaky. And superpowers but that guy doesn't need to know that. "Did you say something after that?" Dobbs asks. What? Oh crepes! I disconnect. "Nope. Just the confidence." I say.

About an hour later: Lily's P.O.V.

"There." A doctor states. "How bad is it?" Neal asks. Not very good, that's all I know. "The bullet lodged in the vastus lateralis, the thigh muscle next to the bone. No arteries were hit." She says. That's good. "That sounds promising." Neal says. Yeah! "You gonna sterili..." She starts up. Neal starts to stand up but winces and sits back down. "It's gonna hurt for a few weeks, but you'll heal up fine. Look away. Focus on the boats." She says. I can't believe this.

"Esmeralda...Isabella...Claudia, Annette..." Neal starts. "What are you saying?" Dobbs asks. "I'm admiring your boats." Neal responds. Obviously. "Stand up. Collins is waiting for you outside." Dobbs orders. Ugh! "Thank you, doctor. Oh, gosh." Neal says, getting back in the chair

again. Oh, I'm so mad at Collins. "Whoa. Stay off your feet. I mean it. Do not put any pressure on it, or that wound will open up again." She says.

Oh no! "That's going to be tricky. You want me to walk to the car? Believe me, it's the last time I'll ask for your help." Neal states. That's for sure. That traitor. "Good." Dobbs says. Really? "You didn't have to turn me in. I just needed to camp out for a couple hours till I could make it to the docks." Neal says. Yeah! "This isn't a halfway house. You jeopardized me, my home." He states. Yeah!

"How much did they offer you?" Neal asks him. "I don't need money." Dobbs says. No dip, Sherlock. "No. No, you need the U.S. law enforcement out of your hair." I say. "Why? They're looking for him, not me. Let's give them what they want." Dobbs says. Oh, goodness gracious. We get in the car. "What is this?" Collins asks us while we're driving to the airport.

"Don't look at me. I've been stuck in a cell, shot, and tethered to a dashboard." Neal states. "And I've been here the entire time." I say. Well, half the time. Peter walks in. "What took you so long?" Neal asks Peter. "Got caught in traffic. I got a car parked a block from here. We're gonna have to move quick." Peter says. Not a good idea. "Yeah, quick may be a problem." Neal says to him.