Love Unspoken

As night rolled in, Abigail was sneaking around the doorway, peeking out like a cat on the prowl. Quinn was sitting on the ground, eyes glued to her, nervous as hell, thinking she might just bolt. Abigail let out a big sigh, paced back, and flopped down next to Quinn. "Man, these guys are something else. They're taking shifts guarding us. How scared are they that we'll make a run for it?" Quinn bit her lip, anxiety written all over her face. Their chances of busting out were slim to none. If they waited any longer, Alexander would probably show up, right?

The thought hit her like a ton of bricks.

She didn't even know when she started believing he'd come.

Maybe it was 'cause he trekked all the way to Vegas solo, dodging Walter's hitmen left and right. Or maybe it was 'cause he'd jumped off cliffs with her more times than she could count, always putting his life on the line for her. So, deep down, she just knew he'd show up when things got dicey.

Yeah, he'd hurt her, no doubt, but he'd also saved her butt more times than she could remember.

She stared at the grimy floor, wishing he wouldn't be so damn reckless this time.

The past could be forgiven, but this time, what could she use to make it right?

Abigail glanced at her, probably sensing the storm brewing inside her, and gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. "Hey, stop overthinking. As long as we're breathing, there's always a shot at getting out."

"Abigail," Quinn called, her eyes blank. "What if Alexander really shows up?"

Abigail was caught off guard, not sure what to say.

She could only offer some comfort, "Why are you stressing? If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be in this mess. Worry about yourself, not him."

Quinn went quiet. If they had to point fingers, it really did start with Alexander.

Thinking like that, she felt a bit less guilty.

Feeling restless, Abigail got up and peeked outside through the crack in the door.

She could barely make out lights outside, with mercenaries patrolling every few steps, all on high alert.

Not even a fly could get in or out.

Meanwhile, Alexander had just landed at the airport. He and Sean were on the same flight, while Matthew and the others were coming in on different ones. This airport was brand new and eerily quiet compared to others, with just a few people scattered around.

As soon as they got off the plane, Sean nervously sidled up to Alexander. "Mr. Kennedy, you think someone's watching us here?"

"Not inside, but outside, who knows." Alexander took a few steps, then suddenly veered towards the restroom.

Sean quickly followed, genuinely on edge. They didn't seem to have any pull in this place.

As soon as they got off the plane, he felt like eyes were on them, making him feel super uneasy.

When they reached the restroom, he thought Alexander had a plan. But nope, Alexander just grabbed a lighter and lit up a cigarette. Sean's mouth twitched. "Mr. Kennedy, what's the plan now?"

"Wait," Alexander said, short and sweet.

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Alexander ignored him, puffing on the cigarette like he'd been dying for it on the plane.

But after just a couple of drags, he started coughing. Hard to tell if he was choked or if it was his health acting up.

Sean hesitated and suggested, "Mr. Kennedy, maybe you should lay off the smokes."

Alexander ignored him, taking one last puff before flicking the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Just then, Walter called.