The silence between the two, agent and criminal, was not comfortable, but at least it was mutual. Bree had nothing more to say to Ethan, and Ethan most certainly did not have anything to say to Bree. He had made his peace with the situation, or so he kept telling himself, but that didn't make it any better for him. How many times now had he simply wished he could go back in time and redo the whole situation, make it so that none of this nonsense had happened? He still wished it now. And it still didn't matter. Once he got to the FBI and explained this whole situation to their satisfaction it could be over. He could go back to his former life, and try and forget that any of this ever happened.

Only once did Ethan consider breaking the silence, and that would have been to ask where exactly they were going. They were both soaking wet, exhausted beyond measure, and, to the best of Ethan's knowledge, walking away from town. But they were both soaking wet and exhausted. Bree was not going to take them somewhere they didn't need to go, so he remained quiet and kept his eyes on the ground.

When they reached the launching platform Ethan hesitated towards the back . This was his last chance to leave, vanish and let the FBI keep up their pointless search forever. Once he walked over there he would be around other people and his path would be set. He could not remain a figment when other people knew him and knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. But when Bree beckoned him over he stepped up, posture bold and harsh, wet shirt still plastered uncomfortably to his back. For the most part he looked as though he was ignoring Jarod and his guard-dog attitude, but that did not change the fact that Ethan was carefully watching both Jarod and the numbers related to him. Ethan did not trust the man any more than he trusted Ethan, and that was how it was going to go.

Two other men in the area gathered closer. The first was innocuous, and looked to be the younger brother of Bree's boy-toy. However, when Ethan saw the other one, he felt a mild shock run up his spine and cause his eyes to widen in surprise. The other person in Jarod's entourage was Matt, the same Matt who had given him a list from Chicago. For a moment Ethan wondered if he should ignore this strange encounter, pretend it wasn't happening, but he knew it would come up eventually.

"Hello, Matt."

"Ethan," Matt replied somewhat hesitantly, watching the clearly hostile attitudes his elder brother held for the green-eyed man.

At this moderately friendly greeting Jarod finally looked away from Ethan, eying his brother in surprise. "You two... know each other?"

"I gave Ethan a lift from Chicago when I drove out," Matt replied, shrugging big shoulders.

Ethan said nothing, only shook his head sightly before rubbing his brow. Honestly, nothing should surprise him any more.