Another transmission came through, confusing her further. They had just said something about the Brooklyn, and now they were saying they couldnâ€™t leave Pier One? Rainie shook her head, deciding to blame it on bad signal.<br/><br/>Rainie looked at Nathan quickly, and gestured to his larger radio unit. â€œDo you have an antenna for that thing? It should be a lot better than this little thing.â€<br/><br/>She took a step forward, intending to help, but another transmission stopped her in her tracks.<br/><br/>"OK fuck the regulation bullshit, we arenâ€™t in that world anymore. This is Knight Aareagow, civilian, I am set up near the pier.â€<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s heart skipped a beat. She knew that name. She would be damned if she didnâ€™t know that name. She had heard that name countless times for months as she tracked his movements for nearly a year, even after she joined the police force. Her teeth clenched together as rage boiled over. She hissed a low curse as the transmission continued.<br/><br/>â€œ The pier is in my line of sight. There are a few infected but not many. Right now the infected are at their lowest points, I suggest you get over here before more decide to join the party. I am alone and canâ€™t hold my position much longer." The low voice crackled and sputtered with the static, but it was still the voice of a criminal.<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s breathing had deepened with anger, and she ran a hand through her long bangs. She turned away from Nathan and Adrian, as if to shield them from her anger. She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm her. She went to the window and braced the hand that wasnâ€™t holding the radio on the dusty sill. Her shoulders were tense and her lips were pressed in a hard line. She brought the radio back to her lips and paused to take another breath before she pressed the talk button.<br/><br/>â€œAareagow, you bastard.â€ She hissed with unconcealed rage. â€œI should have assumed you were still alive. Manage to evade the FBI for years, you would be able evade the Virus.â€<br/><br/>Adrian raised his eyebrows at his sisterâ€™s seething. She knew that guy on the radio? That probably wasnâ€™t a good thing, considering her past professions. He hadnâ€™t seen her eyes blaze like that in months. It was sort of scary.<br/><br/>She was still talking into the speaker. â€œThe pier is in your line of sight? I bet youâ€™re in sniper position at the moment, if I had to guess. Scurry back into your hole, you<span style="font-style: italic">rat</span>.â€<br/><br/>Adrian, sensing where this was going, stepped forward and snatched the radio out of Rainieâ€™s grip. She let it go, and pounded her fist on the windowsill. She was muttering expletives to herself under her breath. â€œWhoâ€™s Aareagow?â€ He asked carefully, his gray eyes tight.<br/><br/>She cursed again, but with it came a rush of breath and the relaxing of her shoulders. â€œA stupid little fuck, thatâ€™s who.â€ Upon Adrianâ€™s prompting stare, she continued, the tension gradually easing from her body. â€œNumber 7 on FBIâ€™s most wanted. Heâ€™s a dealer. I tracked him for three months before I joined NYPD...â€ She trailed off, wondering if she was saying too much. She left out the part about keeping an eye on him even after she left the Feds.<br/><br/>She thought about it differently. What if this soldier was cahoots with Aareagow? Were they trying to draw survivors there to ambush them? How convenient of this all to happen after she obtained the radio that Nathan fixed. She looked at Nathan guardedly, wondering if he could have been drawing her into a trap from the start. He wouldnâ€™t have known if she knew Aareagow because there was no way he could have known sheâ€™d been an agent. It was plausible...<br/><br/>She straightened and looked at Nathan squarely, her shoulders back but relaxed. â€œThese guys arenâ€™t friends of yours, are they?â€