So, that was the last chapter- a bit mushier/introspective than normal but I felt it was nice to sort of connect the dots perhaps a little more. Also, I think I'm going to republish the final chapter as a standalone; adapt it and whatnot.

I do not own the following:

-Leverage or any of its character/associates

-I Walked by Sufjan Stevens

-Where you lead by Carole King

-Bibbidi Bobbidi Boop- Disney

-Sewn and Silent by Karnivool

-You Found Me by the Fray

-Get Real Get Right by Sufjan Stevens

-Shake it Out by Florence and the Machine

-Liar by Mumford and Sons

-Lies Greed Misery by Linkin Park

-Morton's Fork by Typhoon

-God Bless the Child by Billie Holiday

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who read my first story. And to all those who were loyal enough to review. (Especially to Theshoegirl, StellaBell24, Sandy-wmd and my anonymous reviewer) and for all those who followed and favourited.

I cannot tell you how much that means to me.

The sequel will be up in two-ish weeks (depending on my work load) but what I need to know is do you want more of young Abigail? Perhaps teenage Eliot and Hayley? Would you like to see Abby involved in some cons? (Because believe you me, she has the potential) The choice is yours. Let me know! Now, a little teaser for you...

"Nate?" Eliot hissed, ready at any moment to strike; the man's muscle was slowly closing in around them, guns poised.

"Just a second," He replied to the hitter and then turned to the mark. "What is it you want? Money? Power?"

"Nate, stop trying to con the man and get out!" Sophie yelled worriedly through the comms.

"I want people to know, Mr Ford, that they cannot cross me without consequences" he said as he raised his hand, signalling his men. They stepped forward preparing to grab the pair, sending Eliot into attack mode. He grabbed the guns of the two nearest men, slamming the butts into their faces, then took out the ammo, while he fended off another man, coming at Eliot from behind, with a swift kick to the groin. There were a lot of men though, and even if they were horrible fighters, with lousy self-awareness, but anyone, even Eliot, could only take on so many attackers.

"Bring the car 'round front," Eliot hissed into the comms as he warded off more attacks; at least these men were smart enough not to actually fire their guns in such a crowded area, he thought to himself. He wasn't too sure what happened next. He vaguely remembered a bottle breaking over his head as he punched out one of Carter's last men and Nate ushering Eliot to leave. He remembered seeing blood on Nate's shirt and the taste of blood in his own mouth. He then remembered a bang and a searing pain run through his side. After that, he remembered nothing...

To Be Continued