Erik Pressman

And if I remember right he tried to take Control offline when he saw what he had created...and the damn thing had him killed!

SHIT! God damnit! Why did you have to do that!?

Are you sure we can trust her, Angel...?

Yes...come on, you bastard!

*he shoved Chekote forward towards the front gate and the groundcar they had hijacked*

Mark...long time, no see...I remember you presided over my trial when I was court martialed...it'll be quite satisfying to see you on the opposite end this time you hypocrite son of a bitch...

I understand so...when should we make our move on Admiral Chekote?

Okay...if you're sure, Angel...I just don't know if its wise to attack so soon after what happened on Luna...could lead to disaster...

Yes, that's what I thought...Maybe he can help her...

I set him up in a small room down the street...

Maybe...um...Maybe Satelk can help?

And I think the best way is to try and coax her memories back and use her to help us get in, because I doubt she'd want to protect them after she remembers what they did to her, like what happened with you...

*he smiled and took her hand and let her pull him to his feet*

I...I would like that...

I should have...you were the closest I had to being a father again and this time doing it right and...I let them take you...again...just like they took Anne and Calleigh away from me...

*he tried to hold it in until he could no more, breaking down in tears for the first time since losing them*

no...to my shock they...gave you the hitwoman program...and slowly...bled that innocence out...turned you into a monster...by then...I wasn't in charge of your training completely anymore...Cole was taking point then...and he turned you into...the worst of the worst...and I could do nothing and I...

so innocent...before they revealed that fake past to you...I never wanted that for you...I guess what I'm saying is...you filled that hole in my heart that she left...so much so that...when it came time to give you a new name...I gave you hers...I thought that they might make you a strategist, but..

*and as he lay there, surrounded once more by death he began to speak*

Years ago...after I had lost...Anne and...Calleigh, my wife and daughter to 31...I was assigned to you and...back when you were first learning after they had...taken your memory away...and...you were so much like her...

He very nearly did...

*he pulled his coat open to reveal a small bleeding wound in his side*

But before we deal with that...there is something I have to get off my chest too, Angel...

*he gasped at how tightly she gripped him, Angel had never hugged anyone before*

Y-yes, I am...Angel...did you...did you really mean that...?

A...Angel...? I...I never knew you...felt that way....

Damn! Are you okay Ang-ahhhh!

*he felt a phaser beam slam into his torso as blackness descended on him*

*he launched himself into action, firing the phaser he had put back together at the bulky 31 agent, clipping him on the shoulder as he raced through the door*

*he ripped open the lining of his suit and handed her the small items he took out*

Y-yes, Angel!

*he flipped the sidearm to stun and zapped her, catching her as she fell and lowering her gently to the ground, then he started putting their weapons together*

*he felt himself coming to, his back ached from the position he'd been dumped in*

Wha-what...?

Which is...?

*he asked as he fastened the manacles on his wrists*

Yes, Angel!

*he hurriedly followed his former student out and sat down on the couch opposite her in the living room*

Yes...Angel...

You called me...Erik...

Erik...?