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“Simon, get out of the car,” he whispered to Lee, as he tried to figure out his own escape plan. But right then getting his son out of there was more important. “Get out, now!”
Lee knew the second he called him ‘Simon’ that something was wrong and when he saw his face, he knew he needed to get out of the car as fast as he possibly could.

As he came at him, Winfield grabbed the man’s arm then using the man’s own momentum, he took him to the ground. Knocking the air out of the man’s lungs and stunning him. Still gripping the man’s arm, Winfield placed his boot on the man’s shoulder. There was a gross ‘pop’ as he dislocated the man’s shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere!” the guard hissed. “Where’s your partner that strangle me out? You’re obviously not strong enough to have done it.”
Ouch! Now that was just rude.
Lee thought about saying something about it, but decided he’d rather escape than scold the guard over his manners. “Revoir,” Lee called to the man.

“Who are you?” the guard asked Winfield as he drew near to the door. “No one’s suppose to be in here.”
“Then what are you doing down here?” Winfield asked, crossing his arms as his eyes narrowed. “This is off limits to all low ranking personnel.”
“I… I was doing my route, sir,” the guard said, looking confused. “Who are you?”
“Really? You don’t know who I am?” Winfield scoffed. “I have a had time believe that!"

Is it bad that I've already finished the epilogue? :P

“He’s the Secretary of Defense, and the OS is in the gray area where no one’s quite sure who’s in charge,” Lee said. “But either way, he’s done it.”
“Man! I wonder what they’re going to do with all those unemployed agents?”
“I don’t know, but right now we have other things to worry about,” Lee said. “We need to get going, or we won’t have time to do everything we need to."

“Hopefully I’ll never have to find out if that true,” Lee said, laughing. “I have no plans to ever feeding a small village. What day is it anyways?” he asked, grabbing for a box of cereal. “Was it just yesterday I called you?”
“Yeah, and the day before that was Christmas.”
“Wow! Merry Christmas then,” Lee mumbled. "How does time keep going by so quickly? I mean, wasn’t it just Thanksgiving a few days ago?”

Lee rolled his eyes. “Just drop it and drive, we don’t really have time to waste arguing about this. I’ve already told you, I worked for the government in the Program, I really shouldn’t have even told you that much.”
Winfield started the car. “You mean because what they did was illegal, using a kid?” Shaking his head, he pulled out of the parking garage and headed to New York.

“Where did you hear the name… Deadlock?” he asked.
“From one of their agents,” Lee asked. “Why?”
“Oh, well, I’ve… I’ve just dealt with them before,” he said. “They don’t play around.”
Lee eyed his father. Playing with the collar of his shirt. Protective body language, with his arms crossed and his shoulders hunched.
Yeah… There was definitely something more to it than that.