Logan's eyes widened. "Answer it!"

"No." she said, proudly. She finally had his full attention.

"You don't understand." He struggled through the handcuffs. "They never call unless it's an emergency."

"There is only one way you can go and help them." Obie rested the radio on her lap. "Talk."

His frantic eyes were moving back and forth towards the device. "I can't."

"Why? That doesn't make sense." She argued, inhaling deeply and exhaling harshly. "I'm his daughter. What could you possibly lose from telling me the truth?"

He stared at her, then murmured under his breath. The simple movement annoyed Obie, greatly.

"I can always call Cian. Tell him you're dead and go with the original plan you came up with. Remember? You said he'll tell me everything."

"Why don't you do that?!" Logan said strongly, but it was obvious he was desperate. His fingers were shaking like a sudden cold past in the room.

Obie defended. "Because it seems like you've been collecting data while spying on this damn Capitol place. He probably doesn't know as much as you do."

"Let me talk to him." He said keenly.

"No. Talk to me first."

"I can't."

"Why the fuck not!?" 

"Because."

"Because what?"

"How about we go to the Sanctuary?" he looked at the device.

"Excuse me." The unforeseen notion puzzled Obie, immensely.

"Answer the radio. I gotta know if they're okay. After, you can come with me. We can all go to the Sanctuary together and the doctor can tell you everything."

Obie looked at him, realizing she had him on his toes. The desperation overrunning his logic, in effort to convince Obie to feel indifferent towards her own idea. As she stared longer, Logan was unraveling into a mess. It was similar to the instance when Sam got killed and Logan was prepared to risk their lives to save him. His emotions were taking over.

"Just answer the damn radio!" He acted erratically against the handcuffs.

"No." She folded her arms. "You're going to make me do something I'll regret, Logan. We both won't like it. I'll break this walkie talkie if I have to. No matter the cost if someone lives or die. But I do hate seeing people die...except for your friend Rocky, of course. Less people and more vampires is not the life I'd like to try to live in. Look at what happened to your friend, Sam."

He froze at the sound of the name. The pain of his assumed boyfriend's death reflecting brightly within the watery sheen of his dark orbs.

"He didn't die for nothing." Obie spoke out of turn.

"Keep his name out of your mouth."

"Why because I'm telling the truth. Your friend got killed because it was your idea to kidnap me, tie me up, look through my shit and find out I'm the daughter of someone 'maybe' important."

"It was your fault."

"How? You didn't give me the option to work with you guys until I busted myself out of there. Sure, you guys helped. I even agreed to that small peace treaty Sam made. BUT I wasn't the mutant that killed him." She said sincerely. "I also wasn't the one who started the argument that led to his death. I just took part in it."

He shook his head, looking away as if he was focusing on B sleeping.

"I'm not going to apologize to someone I don't know nor do I trust. Sam's dead. I don't have that guilt, but it could have been prevented if we both didn't act like fools when we were practically in the middle of a vampire festival. At the end of the day, he was your friend, not mine. Three of us made it clear that on behalf of my father we will get out alive. Two of us did. You sacrificed your life for me, knowing who my father was." She said. "Then, I saved your life, because I want to know what my father did. I'm tired of the bullshit. You say you know my father? Prove it! Prove me wrong! Make kidnapping me worth it for Sam! What's the point of saving each other if we're not going to discuss why we did it in the first place?"

He looked at her, strangely.

"Logan, you're not keeping a secret that belongs to you. Since my father is infected, it's mine." She said. "Are you really willing to throw away Sam's memory and your friends' lives to play games with me?"

"It's my leverage." He hesitated.

"You're lying." Obie responded. "What leverage do you hold over me when you're tied up? Keep info to yourself. Sure, what a wonderful idea. The only effect it has is driving me nuts, but I'll live. What you're doing is letting your friends go through God knows what."

He looked at the flashing device, anxiously.

"I don't like you, Logan. It's been four days since I met you and I can tell how much of an asshole you are.  Like a big round asshole that's full of shit." She emphasized her point. "However, I can't forget you're the same man who apologized for what you put me through...you know...before you got chewed up."

"Whatever. I could have lied." 

"I doubt it." She said honestly. "They say a drunk man speaks sober thoughts. I think it applies to assholes like you, who are too guilty to die without repenting."

"You don't know me." He said quietly.

"Thank God for that." She said. "I don't want to know you. I want to know about my father and so do you."

"I want to know if my people are okay." He said firmly.

"I told you what you got to do." She waved the device in the air again. "Talk."

There was a change with Logan. With her too. They couldn't keep playing this cat and mouse game forever, because neither one of them will win. She wasn't letting go the advantage with the device, yet she had to suck it up and tried to convince Logan in another manner, other than vulgarity. Obie had to find a common ground they could stand upon. Hopefully, she did enough for them to at least have balance.

He said after a moment of awkwardness. "You're right."

"About what?"

"I could care less about leverage." He admitted.

"Now, we're getting somewhere." She leaned on her hand.

"I care about what you're going to do about the information."

"I'm his daughter. What in the world could I do with it?" Obie scoffed.

"You've been alone for so long that you never realized there are worst things happening in America."

"That doesn't got shit to do with me."

"That's what makes you so fucking ignorant. It's insane the levels you'd go through to protect yourself."

"I protected you. Don't forget."

"No, you protected your father's secret."

"So did you." She didn't want to go back and forth with him. She was so fed up with this nonsense. "If I'm someone whose selfish, with no ties to any community and oblivious to the human conflicts, why can't you look at me as if I'm just a girl who wants to know about her dad?"

There was silence.

"If I tell you, I get to talk to my people." He ordered. "If they are in trouble, you let me go-"

"No, so you can go get your friends and come back! No-"

"Here me out, because I won't come back."

"If...?"

"If I get to search your house."

Obie wanted to level with him. She really did, but she was reluctant to let this stranger search her home. Hypothetically, if she allowed it, the pursuit would ironically feel like a permitted invasion. It's a shame a house composed of four walls and emptiness could mean the world to Obie, though her parents weren't in it to make it home.

She had to stop pondering from an emotional perspective.

Obie had nothing to lose. She searched the house. There was not an ounce of confirmation to her father's secrets.

Okay, she lied a little bit. The pills and the note with the clear connection of Dr. Darby's name  was suspicious.

Logan wouldn't know.

Thus, consenting Logan to look should be a no brainer. She'll have a gun to his head the whole time until he left the house.

The true issue was trusting he wouldn't bring his friends and attempt to kidnap her again.

"My deal still applies." He assured. "Everything I find out, you'll know. If I don't find out anything, then no love lost. "

"No love at all." She mumbled and said louder, "Classified too?"

He gritted like the deal was hurting him physically. She knew the feeling. "That too."

"I don't know if I can trust you."

"Why would you? You don't know me like you said for the 100th  time." he rolled his eyes this time.

"Plus, you are a spy and a second ago, you refused to give me any information."

"I was willing to give majority of it until you started to blackmail me."

She wobbled her leg as a result of tapping her feet, thinking.

"You wanna know why you can trust I won't be coming back?"

"I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question."

He continued. "Because you're not coming back either."

She looked at him, baffled. "Why would I do that?"

"The Capitol knows about you."

Obie exhaled loudly, recalling the threat Rocky said before she pushed him to his death.

"They don't know where you live, but they know the area. They are very passionate people. Once they don't hear from Rocky and the gang, they'll send out a search team. It's been four days. They are probably working on it now. They'll burn down this neighborhood until they find you. Or me. In hindsight, they'll probably give up on trying to find you, because I'll be their main target. But that's not realistic now is it? Especially if they come to this house and see the pictures of your father on your wall. Maybe worse, they'll find the papers I've been looking for all along."

"Why is it better if I let you find out than them?"

"Then, you'll always be on the run; not only from Suckers, but an entire government."

Obie said in denial. "But I don't know anything. I'm sitting here begging you to tell me."

"I know. They don't know that. From their perspective, you have what they need since you're Dr. Holloway's  family."

He was right. "This is ridiculous."

"They are going to look for that vampire too." He said, silencing Obie completely. "It's strange for a vampire to follow someone and not kill them. I told you this before. The scientists will have a field day if they can find out how to co-exist with those animals."

It kept getting worse. Obie had to admit the vampire part didn't bother her as much. The closer they were to Obie, the closer they were to dying, because he'll kill them. On the other hand, the vampire was nowhere near. Bizarrely, she didn't sense him.

Obie pinched the bridge of her nose, pondering in circles about the possibilities.

If she agreed, Logan would search the home and be on his way. She doesn't completely trust him, but his argument worked perfectly against her own conclusions. If he returned to his original group, targeting Obie, they would never know where to look first. She had to leave before the Capitol's squad decided to bulldoze the neighborhood until they found her.

They must have her description, head to toe.

The persistency in Rocky's actions to kill her and mister dumb ass vampire was evident up till his team died. She couldn't imagine the Capitol's need to satisfy a revenge.

They'll turn their attention onto Logan. He was a traitor. They will discover his treachery by the absence of his body and communication amongst the rest of their dead people at the market. Again, in their position, they would conclude Obie was traveling with Logan.

Or not.

She couldn't definitely say they would stop looking for her.

If she left, they will raid the neighborhood and her home. They'll find pictures of her dad-

Obie bit her lip to keep the sob in.

She'll have to keep some...then burn the rest.

She also have to change things about herself; her hair and her clothes.

Obie hated he was right. Either choice...whether Logan or the Capitol was her enemy, she had to go.

But she can go with the truth.

"Fine."

He repeated in disbelief. "Fine?"

"Yes, fine!" she snapped.

He nodded slowly. "Okay."

"I want my car fixed too." She's going to need the transportation. "You can keep your vehicle. It's full of junk anyways."

Except for the guns she'll take.

"How did you know I can fix cars?"

"Congrats, you just told me." She said rudely.

"You really rub me the wrong way." He said unexpectedly.

"Touché."

He asked, genuinely. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"As I'll ever be."

Truth be told, she wasn't. Though, her personal feelings couldn't disrupt the conversation she had going. Putting on a strong face was easier than permitting a stranger to respond to your true emotions by displaying them.

"I know your father as Dr. Holloway."

"I told you he's not a doctor-"

"You're right. He's more than a doctor." He said tensely. "Dr. Holloway worked for a terrorist organization and purposely destroyed 39% of America's population."

A/N: Cliffhanger. Obie's dad was a terrorist, but is a now vampire himself?

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