He narrowed his eyes at her, laughing nervously. "What do you mean you've killed someone?"

"I'm dead serious, babe. We need to get moving. Pack your bags."

She throws him a duffel bag, the same one they always used on vacation. He catches it, but drops it, stalking towards her.

"Are you going to elaborate? Or am I going to stand here wondering what my wife has been doing today?"

"First of all, you're not going to stand there, you're going to pack your bags, and second of all, you're not going to have to wonder, because I'm going to fill you in, as soon as we're save and on the way!" With that, she zips her bag closed, and leaves to get necessities from downstairs.

But as she leaves, Noah sees the gun tucked into the waistband of her jeans. He shakes his head disapprovignly. Had she learned nothing? "Kayla.", he calls out to her.

Throwing him a glance over his shoulder, she contuines down the stairs. "Yeah?"

"Is it loaded?", he reaches her at the bottom of the stairs. She chuckles.

"Of course. Of what use is an unloaded gun? You taught me that."

"I recall I also taught you a loaded gun can shoot bullets. You're not bulletproof. Did you put the safety on?"

She nervously retrieves the gun from where it's tucked against her back. "Uhh... No? I forgot." She scratches her head. I take the gun, put the safety on, and give it back.

"You used this?"

Kayla shakes her head. "No. I... Kinda pushed her from the window from the sixth floor."

Noah pads towards the stairs. Unclenching the floorboard on the bottom of the stairs, he grabs the two black bags, and the target bag filled with money. Kayla stares at the bags.

"Emergency bags," He explains. Her jaw just hangs slack. Chuckling, Noah fishes the keys to the car out of the basket with keys and loads the bags into their 2019 Mercedes-Benz.

"You knew we'd have to flee?", she shrieks. "Noah! I-"

He hushes her by covering her mouth. "We have a neighborhood full of nosy people, babe. Lower your voice."

She glares at him over his fingers. "I can't believe this.", it comes out muffled, seeing as his hand is still covering her lips. She was right, he should have told her, but he was afraid she'd leave him if she discovered his past, and then he just forgot about the bags.

"We need to go." She removes herself from me and goes to sit in the car.

Quietly, he goes to sit beside his wife. "I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have kept it from you." He reaches for her hand.

She squeezes it, and offers him a comforting smile. Noah sees she's willing to let it go and forgive him. "It's okay. I wasn't really mad. Just... Shocked."

He exhales. He doesn't want to fight with her in a moment like this. They still have a long journey to go. A long journey filled with action and suspense. Filled with romance and happiness. With adventure and thrilling escapades. Filled with love. They would do this together. He looks at her, sees that she's looking at him, with eyes filled with pride and love.

"Let's go.", she says.

"Let's go", he agrees.