If there was one thing that the two of them had learned in life, it was that no matter where you were or who was after you, there was always a back door. One had only to look for it.

Someday they would be able to walk down a street in a busy city holding hands.

Someday when their hands didn’t need to be free to draw a gun at a second’s notice.

Turning off of the main street into a dimly lit alley, they followed it until they found the signal – a beagle sitting outside of a shabby door. Tammy knocked twice while her “partner” kept a lookout.

“Identification?” the voice that came through the door was monotone and disguised, no one would no this was the entrance to a secret underground mall.

“Jonathan Little and Tammy Lecrae.” Keeping her maiden name had been a security measure.

The door swung open and Jonathan followed her in, looking away from the street just in time too miss a tall man in black coming around the corner – just in time to see Little’s trench coat tails disappear through the door.