Alright, IdentityUnknown breathed, I know New York.
A map was stuffed in her right pocket just in case, but IdentityUnknown only needed to find the subway to find her way around. Hoboken. As long as she got to the right destination she should be able to get to S.
She momentarily thought back to what had happened at the jail and involuntarily, anger bubbled inside of her. Why had he been there?
...That was a stupid question. She knew why he had been there.
John, she thought darkly.
******
"What are you doing here?"
IdentityUnknown froze at the familiar voice and looked up. Her eyes narrowed at the FBI agent who seemed all-too-pleased by the coincidence.
"Does it matter?" IdentityUnknown responded coldly. "I'm leaving."
John smirked. "This is a jail."
"Yes," IdentityUnknown replied. "But not for me." She turned and left.
Oddly enough, John did not follow.
******
A woman came and stood next to John. "You let her go," she said. "Again."
"Yes," John said calmly. "Again."
"Why?"
John leaned back against a wall, hands in his pockets. "That's for me to know and you to figure out."
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Just thought I'd explain who I ran into.