I'm pacing the room as Root keeps typing on the keyboard nonstop. She looks very focused as she reads the screen in front of her, but she looks more confident than anything else. I stop just on the right spot to see her face, her brows furrowed and a smirk on her lips, showing those sharp canines. She has her prey beneath her hands and she is about to end them. I huff in amusement: she is such a nerd. I resume my track, pacing from where Root is to the bottom of the room, and back, glancing at Lambert's dead body on the way. Dickhead, he deserved it.

I reach the furthest wall and I was about to turn around and go back, when I hear something stumbling next to me. But there's nobody else in this room. I look around me, but nothing is out of place. What the hell? I grab the rifle that was hanging on my back and I search the room, and I see it. There's a crack on the wall, a perfect breach on the wall close to where I was when I heard the noise. I walk away quietly, until I reach John, who is looking at Root and at the big screen where, now, I can see millions of codes on display.

"Reese." I whisper, trying to not get Root's attention. He doesn't turn around to face me, but he nods, signaling me to continue. "I found the getaway door."

He stiffens and glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "What do you mean?"

"There's a crack on that wall that leads to another room. I'm going to get in. Can you handle this until I'm back?"

"Do you think Root is dumb? She is going to hear you open that door."

"She is not, but when she is coding, she is in her own world. I'm certain she's not going to hear anything."

He takes some time to think about it before he gives me his approval. I head towards the getaway door quietly again, trying to not disturb Root or give Greer and Martine some heads up. I reach the wall and I look for a mechanism or some sort of device to open it. I look at my right and I see this little tile on the wall. I put my finger on it and when I examine it, I push it, activating a surprisingly quiet machine that moves the cracked wall away. I look back one last time as I make sure Root is safe and not aware of me – I'm pretty sure she would freak out. Then, I look at John and I nod, getting a nod back in response.

I take a deep breath and I get in cautiously. There's a hallway towards some sort of tiny room with a single light. I can hear Martine's elaborated breathing and I smirk. Got you, loser. I walk towards the room silently and I almost jump in surprise when I hear the low hum of said machine closing the door behind me: there's no escape nor backups. Whatever. I can work with that. I get my attention back to the room in front of me and I keep walking towards it as quietly as possible, like when I was in the Marines on a mission. The rifle feels cold against my bare hands, its weight on my arms, and I grip it harder when I'm just two steps to get into the room. I stop, hearing carefully and locating Martine and Greer. I wait until I'm sure both of them are far away enough for me to burst in and take them out. I close my eyes, steadying my breath. Now or never.

My feet follow the end of the rifle, where it's pointing, and my finger pulls the trigger three times. Just to make sure everything is under my control. Everything went so fast I haven't even realized Martine was sitting in some sort of desk and Greer was standing next to her, watching her injuries. It looked like when Finch takes care of Reese when he gets hurt.

On the ground, their grunts of pain make something in my mind spark and I take the blonde woman by her arm and I drag her towards a chair, sitting her there and tying her up, and I do the same thing with Greer. When I have both of them secured, I search the room, finding a knife and a nano – Martine's, I guess.

"Nice gun." She doesn't bother to answer. "What? Not feeling like talking now?" I approach her, the knife on my right hand. "You seemed so talkative back in that alley… What happened to you?"

She chuckles under her breath. "Did your girlfriend enjoy our encounter-" She doesn't get to finish the sentence because I stabbed her left hand that was resting on the armrest.

"I'm sorry, it slipped out of my hand." I smirk as I back away, removing the knife out of her hand as I do. About to turn away, I regret it and suddenly I punch her, almost throwing her to the floor. "You're such a nasty bitch. You didn't have enough with torturing me, huh?" Anger is coming out of my mouth in waves, crashing in the air, filling the room. "Did you think I would just hide and ignore it? Do you really think I'm such a coward?"

I know I should be calling John, tell him about these two and let him take care of it. Maybe ask Finch about a new plan. But I just can't. I can't stop punching Martine. I can't let her go with that smile plastered on her face, like she did really win. Like she could do anything to Root again. The last punch sends her onto the floor with the chair and she just lays there, alive, glancing at me. Fucking psycho.

I take the nano. "One last request?" I ask her.

She thinks for a while and her look softens when she says: "Your girlfriend. She is unique. Not only she looked for you when you were with us, but also kept her mouth shut the other day in the alley. You are lucky. Keep her."

I aim to her skull and shoot without even blinking. "I know." Moving away from her corpse, I reach for Greer and I wait for him to say something before the bullets enters his brain. I look at him expectantly and he smiles at me, a knowing smile. "What?"

"After all, Miss Shaw, you are still an assassin, a killer. You can't avoid it; you can't ignore it. You were born for this. You don't feel anything but anger, you can't feel love, sadness, not even remorse."

I stare at him for a while. Words don't come out, no creative response. So I just do what I've been wanting to do for years. And then, he is gone, his blood all over the wall behind him.

I sigh when I glance at my bloody and sore knuckles, feeling my anger disappear as my adrenaline gets lower and lower. I throw the nano away with the knife, landing on some dark corner in the room.

"Reese. Open the door. I'm done here" I speak through my earpiece and no longer after, that quiet machine starts working, inviting new fresh air into the room.

I walk through the door and for my surprise, I see Root standing next to that tile. I stare at her, waiting for her to say something. Something like "why did you do that" or "do you know how risky that was". But instead, her eyes get shiny, wet and her bottom lip is tugged between her teeth. She lets out a shaky breath and she smiles at me.

"It's over Sameen."

My heart skips a beat as I process the information she's just given me. "W-What do you mean?"

"Samaritan." Her eyes travel to the big screen on the other side of the room. "It took me two hours of coding non-stop and she might not be dead, but she is comatose. So it's over."

My eyes widen as I look at that big screen in front of me. Is this actually over? Martine, Greer, Lambert, Decima, Samaritan. Is this real?

"Your hands." I jump in surprise as I hear Root close to me, her hand brushing my arm. "What happened?" Her voice lowers as she asks, her fingers circling my left wrist to pull it up so she can see my knuckles.

"I had some business with some blonde bitch."

She hums in response; she doesn't say a word in a while. She just stares at my hands, watching carefully the damage on them. "Are they in there?" I nod. "Are they dead?" I nod again. "Good." She whispers as she drops her gaze to the floor and then back at my eyes. "Are you ready to leave then?"

"Yes. It's been a long day."

"You guys can go home. I'll talk to Finch and we will contact you tomorrow." John interrupts awkwardly, like he's trying to play wingman but doesn't know how that works.

We drive back home, leaving the car 3 blocks away from our penthouse. We don't exchange many words as we shower and have something for dinner before climbing into the bed. I sigh relieved when my back hits the mattress after such a day and Root get in bed next to me. Now. Words are burning in my mouth, begging to get out, to be heard. I lay on my side, facing Root, who is curled up already, facing my side too.

"Greer said I just feel anger. That I don't feel anything else." She keeps silent. "I do feel other stuff." She smiles lightly, but doesn't make a comment. "Sometimes I think about my past. If I just could forget all the things I did back then, if I just could erase everything I saw, if I could explain all the innocent lives I took with me, if I could sow again all the fields I destroyed, if I could give back the peace I took away, I'd probably sleep tight all night long. But I can't. I can't rewrite my life." Her hands sneaks towards my hand and she squeezes it, encouraging me to continue.

I try to swallow the panic crawling up in my throat. "I do feel stuff for you too." I spit out and her eyes are wide and shiny even in the darkness. "I- I have no doubt about them, not anymore. I'm not afraid of them either. I can't think a life without you anymore and it scares the shit out of me when I imagine the possibility of you getting hurt during some mission without backups or getting shot, or… even the possibility of you getting tired of me."

"Why would I ever get tired of you, sweetie?" She asks as her hand travels from mine to my exposed cheek.

"Because I'm a sociopath who is unable to love the way people usually loves." I sit up on the bed, stressed out because of this conversation, internally cursing myself for starting it. "Look, I just want everything. With you. I want everything with you. But. I can't give what I'm supposed to giv- what are you doi-?" I ask surprised when I see Root sitting on my lap, her hands resting on the back of my neck.

"Sameen. I know you and I chose you for what you are, not for what you are supposed to be. I love you for who you are, fire cracker." She smiles as she leans in and kisses me deep and softly. "I don't need any superman or supergirl to protect me. I have my own hero already."

I chuckle on her mouth. "Yeah, I do the protecting."

"Yes, you do." She says, pushing me back on the mattress and taking her shirt off with a smirk playing on her lips.

A/N: I took me some time to update, but... FINALLY! This one is pretty long and lot of stuff happened! They took out Samaritan (partially at least) and they killed Decima for good. I hope you enjoyed this chapter like I enjoyed writing it! Next one is going to be 100% smut, so prepare yourselves!