The cell phone was jammed back into his pocket the second he caught a glimpse of dark curls flying from behind a tree, followed imminently by the flurry of the woman they flagged behind as she careened toward him. The pistol he still gripped in his hand, safety off and his trigger happy fingers itching to release the firepower inside. The handle of the gun pressed into her back as he flung both arms around her to catch her before she flew right into him. While Dunkin bumped his legs in a bid for his attention, Oliver buried his face in the mass of dark curls, fear tinged sweat and all and squeezed her tight. He only shifted as far back as she did, his own face a mask of both fury and worry. His brows furrowed forward, creating lines that hadn't been there before in his forehead and the mouth that usually stretched out in a grin was down set in a deep scowl. Then again – he hadn't been one to smile very much lately, had he?<br/><br/>One hand moved from her back to settle on her shoulder, keeping her steady and looking at him while his eyes flicked over the damages that had been done. Across her wild-eyed face and then down lower. “Fuck,” he cursed, loudly. “Fuck.<i>Fuck. </i>Gen, Nathan might not have been everything he said he was. I found a few things on this flashdrive that probably prompted this. Most likely me opening the files that was on that drive you gave me made them go seeking it out before the information on it got out. This is my fault...”<br/><br/>He trailed off, his body shaking with anger tempered with adrenaline. His head pounded with it, lighting up his hazel eyes with something purely predatory. This was a look his former best friend's girlfriend had never witnessed, triggered by the state she was in. His eyes fell down to the dog that snuffled around his ankles still, his muzzle darkened with the presence of his protection.<br/><br/>“You're a good boy, Dukin,” she commented, finally releasing her enough to stoop down to give the dog a scratch behind his ears.<br/><br/>The motion was cut short, however, as he caught sight of movement behind Genevieve on the street. Seen in his peripheral was a van that swerved around the corner, heading in their direction at a creep.<i>Like they were looking for something</i>. He jerked suddenly, standing to push her behind him as he assessed the situation.<br/><br/>“We have to get out of here unless we want a shoot 'em up situation on our hands in a residential area. I think they're looking for you. Quick, get in the car. I'm taking you and Dunkin home.”<br/><br/>He motioned with the gun toward the vehicle that still purred where he had parked it on the side of the road, then backpedaled away, his eyes glued on the moving fan as he hustled her into the passenger seat, then hopped back behind the wheel after he had let Dunkin in the back seat. He had a feeling he would have to do a few tricks and take a few detours, but at least no one had seemed to spot them quite yet.<br/><br/>“I promise I'm going to keep you safe now,” he told her, head finally turning to look her right in the eye. The gun he placed in her lap so both his hands could man the wheel. He took it slow, easing away from the curb so as not to draw attention to them.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, as soon as he hit the gas, the van sped up, then began to tail them as he turned onto the main road heading back to his. His eyes darted to his rear view mirror, then over to her, then back again.<br/><br/>“We're going to be taking the scenic route back to mine while I try and lose this, OK? In the meantime, tell me what happened. Everything. Please, Gen.” He looked over at her anxiously.