Run and Hide - (s. rogers)

one

I opened the front door.

Sam looked at me with a sheepish smile, "Hey, Trix."

Anger erupted and my arm flew before I knew what I was doing. Sam stumbled back, hand on his bloody nose.   

The two guys behind him caught him. 

The anger subsided and fear replaced it. Who were these men?

I tensed and slammed the door, resting my head on the closed door.

"She's supposed to help?"

"She will. She's just a little upset at me."

A snort of laughter followed Sam's words.

"Trix. Let us in. Please."

I sighed, opening the door, "Five minutes."

Sam nodded and stepped in. The two men followed.

I eyed them as I shut the door.

We all stood around awkwardly. The men looked intently at me, as Sam glanced around.
Sam spoke first, "You throw a good punch, Trix."

I crossed my arms, "Well, my big brother went off and got himself killed, so I had no choice but to learn."

Sam flinched at my harsh jab, "Jack, I wanted to come see you but..."

I softened, "I don't blame you, Sam."

The dark haired man cleared his throat, "I believe we are on a time limit."

I nodded, "You are."

Sam motioned to the men, "Clint and Scott."

I nodded at them, "Jack."

"I have a favor to ask, Trix."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Sam scowled at me, "We need a place to lay low."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well... Some people are hunting us... and also some friends... and we have no connections that they don't know about."

I moved into the living room and picked up the morning newspaper, "You answered wrong, Sammy-boy."

He frowned as he stepped into the room, his friends behind him.

I held up the paper, "You're fugitive from the law. You're wanted for... the word used is treason against the U.S. government. You broke out of prison. Am I missing anything?"

Sam stared at me, "Jack."

"No, Sam." I threw the paper down, "You left five years ago with my brother and he came back in a coffin. You never came back, even after you got discharged. You can't really expect me to risk everything to help you."

Sam was staring at the floor, head hung low.

I took a step towards him, "Sam, I don't want to this. I really don't."

His head lifted instantly, "Thank you Jack."

I sighed, "I'm doing this for Riley."

He nodded and hugged me.

I laughed and pushed him away, "Okay, Sammy-boy."

He let me go and turned to his friends, "We got ourselves a hideout."