Arriving in the bedroom, Fernando finds Tammy already asleep. He quietly prepares himself to go to bed and carefully climbs on it as to not disturb her. Once under the covers, he lays backs and stares at the ceiling. Tammy grabs his arm and snuggles up against him while in her sleep.
 
It takes more than an hour for him to sleep.
 
He wakes up at a quarter to 4. Getting out of bed was a bit of a problem, but he managed to switch a pillow in place of his arm Tammy was holding on to.
 
Fernando gets dressed after a quick shower, putting on his Hugo Boss suit with Maximum Ballistic Protection, along with his bullet resistant t-shirt and dress shirt, giving him a triple layer of protection to his center of mass, and double layers down his arms to his elbows.
 
Though he would prefer not too, but he gathers the clothing Tammy would need, including those upper layers lined with ballistic protection, giving her as much protection is as he has for himself. Chances are, as he thought, she would not accept what he had laid down for her.
 
4:30, the coffee maker was brewing a single cup and a small breakfast was made for himself. He had already wolfed it down in less then 10 minutes to energize him for the moment. A second meal will be made for all to eat.
 
Fernando goes into the back room to recheck on his work when done with the dishes. During this time he hears somebody in the kitchen but decides not to meet with them. Who ever it was, they were gone within an hour, more than enough time for him to check on his work one more time. Hearing who ever it was go up the stairs, Fernando leaves the room, carrying the bag with him to the table.  
 
Jeanie walks down the stairs with her driver/chef Fung. Fernando puts the bag in front of his chair and under the table, away from their view. Jeanie stops by the table as Fung makes his way to the kitchen area.
 
Jeanie: So what will it be today?
 
Fernando (turning to Fung at the kitchen before to Jeanie): Should be some steaks in the freezer. If not I’ll get some from the basement food storage. Make a Steak and Eggs breakfast with all the fixings: pancakes and coffee, hash-browns or home-fries potatoes and a serving of fruit. Include you crew in this meal, since they are going to be part of the hunt.
 
Fung drops a spatula on the stove as he placed a frying pan on a burner. Jeanie and Fernando turn to face him.
 
Jeanie: You heard him, check the freezer for the steaks, if not I’ll go down with Fernando to the basement and get more.
 
Fung nods before turn around and opens the freezer door. He pulls out several steaks but not enough for everyone. He turns around and holds up 4 fingers. Jeanie nods and takes Fernando by the arm.
 
Jeanie: We need more steaks.
 
Fernando (complains as he follows her): You mind not pulling?!!
 
With her in the lead, they make their way into the basement. Once in the basement, she lets him go, closing the door behind. He gives her a momentarily stern look before going to the back of the room where a large freezer was at. Several steaks and other assorted meats were placed on the work shelf by the freezer for Jeanie to take.
 
She stands there waiting for him to end his task. Fernando notices her standing behind him before closing the freezer and locking it behind the gate it was in.
 
Jeanie: Why is a freezer locked behind a gate?
 
Fernando: None your business, actually. But since you wont drop the subject until you get an answer, there are some high explosives in there that do well cold and undisturbed.
 
Jeanie: How much explosives?
 
Fernando: Enough to leave a smoldering crater large enough to the house, garage, swimming pool and much of the surrounding woodlands.
 
Jeanie: Why?
 
Fernando: Why, what?
 
Jeanie: Why that much explosives?
 
Fernando: The people I deal with, that’s why.
 
Jeanie: What happened to shooting them?
 
Fernando: Those people go beyond shooting them. Their property is contaminated with their deeds. Their friends and family are infected with their ideals, just waiting to fester into something worse than they were. You just can not kill one and think its going away.
 
Jeanie: Though unfair, I understand your point, having seen it happen first hand.
 
Fernando: Good. Now what was here stays here. I better not see it published anywhere… ever!
 
Jeanie: But…
 
Fernando: But nothing. I think Fung is waiting for those. So will the others when they wake up and breakfast is not ready because we are still arguing this point.
 
Jeanie (picking up the meats before leaving): I get your point already.
 
Fernando: Good. Now go ahead while I do a few things down here.
 
Jeanie: But…
 
Fernando: But nothing! Just do it!
 
Jeanie groans as she leaves the room with the meat that was gathered, taking them to her driver and chef, Fung. Fernando closes the door behind her, locking it from the inside. He then takes a seat inside the room by the workbench.
 
Jeanie puts the meats down on the service island as Fung started cooking a large meal for the crew. He had already the four steaks on the grill along with some bacon he had found in the freezer. The eggs would be cooked when the others came down, though other items were also being made at this time: hash-browns and home-fries potatoes. He was cooking all that he could find since he did not know what the others wanted.
 
In a few minutes Fernando walks out of the basement and back to his room, if for a moment to check on Tammy, who is still asleep.
 
Hondo on the other hand goes back downstairs to the kitchen, wondering what the smell of food in the air was about. Valentine was in the bathroom, showering up and getting ready for the day. He walks into the kitchen seeing Jeanie and her chef/driver already there making something. Fung looks at him as he turns over a steak.
 
Fung: What would you like sir?
 
Hondo turns to face him.
 
Hondo: Eh? I thought you were under some vow of silence.
 
Jeanie: He can talk when needed. And he needs an answer from you. Since Fernando said that we all are to have a big steak and egg breakfast with all the fixings, what would you like?
 
Hondo: Such a large breakfast would slow one down.
 
Jeanie: Only in the morning, but in the afternoon you would get a lot of energy from it. Since your battle will be in the afternoon, you would benefit from it.
 
Hondo: Just hand over 2 mugs and the coffee pot, I’ll take care of the rest.
 
Jeanie (sending two mugs to him): Hmph…
 
Then she takes the coffee pot off the coffee maker machine and puts it on the service island.
 
Jeanie (turning the handle towards his direction): Bring it back.
 
Hondo (placing the coffee pot on the dining table): I aint going nowhere with it.
 
He fills the two mugs with coffee and adds sugar and cream to one of them, just a bit of sugar in the other. He then takes  a small bottle of who knows what from his pocket and pours its content into the second cup. It does not go unnoticed.
 
Jeanie: Drugs are not the answer…
 
Hondo takes the coffee pot and puts it back on the service island, and puts the bottle he poured into one of the cups to her face.
 
Hondo: Its vanilla extract.
 
Jeanie: How do I know that was all in there? You could have replaced it with something else.
 
Hondo: Ask Fernando.
 
Jeanie: I will.
 
Hondo (as he heads back to the dining table): Good, do that.
 
He picks up his mug and takes a sip from it.
 
Fernando walks down the stairs and into the dining area, seeing Hondo sitting at the dining table.
 
Fernando (as he takes his seat at the table): Good morning, Hondo.
 
Hondo: Yeah. Good morning.
 
Valentine arrives a couple of minutes later. She walks to the dining table and sits by Hondo, who gives her the other mug of coffee.
 
Valentine: What’s for breakfast?
 
Hondo: A big Ihop meal: Steak and eggs with all the fixin’s.
 
Fernando: Complaining about the meal?
 
Hondo: Maybe, maybe not. Just sayin’ that it a tad too big, and its not our last meal. But since Jeanie explained it, lets eat.
 
Fernando: I see. Go on without me. There’s a certain squirrel that needs to be awaken.
 
Hondo: Hurry up, the grub might be all gone when you come back.
 
Fernando (getting up out of his seat): Eh…
 
Tammy enters the dining area as Fernando was stepping away from his seat. She was wrapped up in her robe. She walks to the table.
 
Tammy (as she takes her seat): What’s for breakfast?
 
Jeanie walks from around the service island with a serving cart, reaching from behind Fernando and putting a couple of plates in front of him, then fills his coffee mug. Tammy just gawks at the high fill plates of various breakfast items.
 
Hondo: That should answer your question.
 
Jeanie then puts a couple of plates in front of Hondo, followed by Valentine before setting up four other plate settings for her crew. Tammy complains about not being served.
 
Tammy: Hey! Don’t I get any?
 
Fernando: This is a breakfast meeting. You are served if you are dressed for it.
 
Tammy: About that. I choose my own clothes…
 
Fernando (interrupting her): The clothing I selected for everyone here is in some form bullet proof or bullet resistance. Now… I lead this mission, no one does what they want to do or what to wear unless you want to be shot up and left bleeding on the side of the road or to be picked up by the enemy and dumped into some garbage landfill. Now go and get dressed.
 
Tammy gets up and takes off her robe, leaving it on the floor and sits back in her chair, in her own blouse and denim skirt. Fernando was not pleased with it but nods to Jeanie to serve her some breakfast.
 
They ate in silence for most of their meal. Even Jeanie’s crew ate silently, but that is their practice in doing so.
 
With first round of food been served, Jeanie begins to serve the second round as Fernando pulls out the duffle bag from under the table, putting it on his lap. He open is and places one of the M1911’s on the table, holding up a spare magazine.
 
Fernando: You all know about the .45 automatic. In this case, I loaded them with Depleted Uranium rounds. You are to only use these guns and these rounds.
 
One of Jeanie’s body guards complains, putting his .50 caliber Desert Eagle on table next to the M1911. Fernando takes one of the Depleted Uranium rounds and rolls it to the guard.
 
Fernando: It does not matter if your gun shoots out a bigger bullet. We are going to deal with people who wont feel that when it hits them. They wont feel the Depleted Uranium round hitting them either, but they will when it explodes inside them.
 
The two body guards look at Jeanie, saying something in Cantonese. She nods at them before turning to Fernando.
 
Jeanie: They said, what is it that an explosive .45 round can do that a .50 round cant do?
 
Fernando: OK. Its time that all of you know what we are up against.
 
He pauses for a moment, turning his eyes to Hondo for a reaction. Seeing a slight nod from him, Fernando continues.
 
Fernando: Among other things, those we… I am facing are a group of cyborgs. Robotic-organic beings, reinforced with bullet resistant layers and metal or carbon fiber reinforced bones. Shooting them with a normal bullet, even with a FMJ Hollow Point, will do nothing as the bullet resistant lining stops it from further travel. Your .50 caliber bullets wont slow them down, I doubt they will even feel it. Only rounds from a high powered rifle or an explosive round will make them feel it, and stop them. As for Hondo’s targets, drugged up individuals to the point where they can not feel pain, only a shot to the head will terminate their chemical wracked brains from continuing its wicked bubbling reactions. They too need something to remind them that they are still flesh and blood. But that is not your job to engage them. Your job is to provide back up if anyone if them gets past Hondo and the group he is working with. You report to Jeanie first, and Hondo second. I do not expect you to be involved with clean up either Do I make myself clear?
 
Jeanie: Crystal.
 
Fernando: Good. Now, without further interruptions, lets finish our meal.
 
He cuts a some of his eggs and steak, taking a forkful into his mouth. He chews and swallows, then puts his fork down.
 
Fernando: One more thing…
 
The others turn to face him.
 
Fernando (continues): Hondo. When we leave, you go to the basement, and get the bullet proof trench coats, and give them to Jeanie and her crew, and put on the ones I left for you and Val… I don’t want any casualties.
 
Hondo (with a nod): Will do…
 
He keeps himself from saying ‘boss.’
 
Fernando (continues): Tammy. You are going to put on all that I have set for you, or I will shoot you myself to teach you a lesson on what it is to be shot, and then I will deal with those who hunt us down myself. Do I make myself clear?
 
Tammy does not answer. She then turns to Hondo as he speaks.
 
Hondo: You better listen to what your husband says. He goes alone and gets kill, you ‘re next on their list. And you will be no shape in  dealin’ with them if that happens.
 
Tammy (yelling): I Too Can Defend My Self!
 
The mechanical sound of a gun chambering a round is heard loudly by everyone, especially by Tammy, who’s ear the barrel was under.
 
Fernando: Knock it out of the way and another will replace it.
 
Tammy (yelling): THAT IS NO WAY TO TREAT YOUR WIFE!
 
Fernando: It will take one thousand years for your brain to recover from the injury…
 
Valentine: A thousand years? What is he talking about?
 
Hondo: Nothin’ that concerns you…
 
Fernando: You have not given it to her. For shame Hondo. She’s the only mortal in a room full of immortals. As for you, Tammy… I told you that as my wife, you are to do and say as I tell you. I am not going to have another wife killed on my watch.
 
Valentine: This is crazy talk!
 
Hondo: It is not, but first I hav’ta  ask… What you mean the only mortal in a room full of immortals?
 
Fernando: I gave Jeanie the pill long before I came to the café, in a happier time. It is not that she is my wife or lover, though Chinese Tradition says she owes me everything- mind, soul, and body but she tried to give me her heart. No… That could not happen but I gave her the pill, and several others for in case I would ever need her, she would be there for me. She is forever in debt to me for that and she pays the price when called for. Now Valentine like I said, you are the only mortal in a room full of immortals- Jeanie, her cook and driver - Fung, Body guard number 1 – Ng*, Body guard number 2 – Lee, my wife Tammy, your boyfriend – Hondo, and me, the one who started it all.
 
Valentine (shouting): IMPOSSIBLE! THE SOUL IS THE ONLY THING IMMORTAL AND I AM THROUGH IT BUT NOT THROUGH MY BODY!
 
Hondo: Its possible to make flesh immortal…
 
Fernando: It happens when one becomes a Time Traveler. Things happen, one learns. I have taken several to a starry night in Jerusalem to see a baby born to a Virgin mother. You know that when he died and shed his mortal coil, he did not want a church to grow from what he did. If anything, he just wanted others to follow in his foot steps and continue his deeds. But one cant be nice to others when others are trying their best to kill you. Remember that Tammy.
 
He puts away his gun and continues.
 
Fernando: Its not that we are immortal, we can die, we can be killed. But it takes so much effort to do so, I can say that many tried, no one succeeded. And like I said- a bullet to the brain will take 1000 years to heal, if given that time to do so. Its that with normal people and modern medicine, you are declared dead while your brain lives. They disconnect you from the life support machines and nature takes it course, the brain dies with so much damage and no blood flowing to it. But not with us. So Valentine, it don’t matter about you going church on me, I can take you back to a time to hear them and have them explained by the very lips that said it. To which, Tammy- know your place around me. Jeanie does and she is not even my wife, so understand that I don’t want a word said about this while we eat.
 
Valentine: If you are immortal, then why must you eat?
 
Fernando just scowls at her.
 
Fernando: The body does get hungry, and the pallet wants tastes. Thirst can become maddening, so the body must be satisfied. Immortality in this form has a price, and that price is living its life. Now no more!
 
Valentine (shouting): YOU CAN’T TALK THAT WAY TO ME! HONDO!!!
 
Fernando draws the gun from Tammy to her, followed by Hondo with his.
 
Fernando: Hondo. As fast as I am, I would dodge the bullet and you would hit Tammy. Second of all, next time check under the table and make sure there are not any guns pointed at you.
 
Hondo puts down his gun and puts a second on the table next to it, with Fernando following suit right after.
 
Fernando: I’m not your boss. I’m not your Jefe. I’m not your military superior officer. I’m nothing more than an acquaintance, and if not at times, a friend. But you have a lot to learn. A thousand years of learning, that we are here to do what has to be undone. Justice has to be served on either the shiniest gold trim silver platter or the filthiest unglazed clay pot. For those who killed, and keep killing, when life loses its meaning, and is taken for naught, then the pact calls for revenge. I got my targets to inflict justice on to, whether with Tammy beside me or not, I am doing it not only for her but for all of us. Remember that bomb on the airplane- it was meant for us. Remember where we would be if we were on that plane when it took off. And for you, your wife is no longer who she was. Don’t think that you can rescue her. Its like Angel Dust- once taken and you are forever damaged, twisted and possessed by the demon in the drug. You are no longer who or what you were, you are gone. Something evil has taken your place in your body. She dies, Le Grand Jefe dies, everyone associated with them dies. You just better succeed in walking out of your mission, carrying severed heads by their scalps because you are going to need them for those who dares replace them. The only difference between good and evil is that good does not force you to decide. I’m not forcing you to decide, I’m not making you to take action. That is for you to decide and do. You can get in your truck and drive back home as far as I care.
 
Hondo: I’m not walkin’ out on ya…
 
Fernando: I did not say that. But if you, and everyone else, are to stay and do their mission, I expect more than one hundred and fifty percent. I want them done with no damage or injury to us. And furthermore, what I say goes. Know your place and your mission objectives. No excuses. Act with integrity, and no regrets.  Now if you people don’t mind, I would like to finish breakfast.
 
Hondo: We’ll talk later then.
 
Fernando: We wont talk at all. Tammy has to get ready after breakfast and then we leave.
 
They stare at each other for a moment. Though Fernando breaks away first to eat his meal, Hondo lost because it was in a way being dismissed, and he does not like being dismissed.
 
The others begin to eat. It was an uneasy meal but everyone ate it. Eggs, pancakes and French toast; with ham, sausage and steak; coffee and juice filled the rest. Syrup, ketchup, BBQ sauce, mustard and other condiments add to the meal. Assorted fresh breads and muffins were options for anyone to take. Fernando finishes his meal first, taking his empty plate and coffee mug to the kitchen where he waters them down before putting them in to the dishwashing machine.
 
He leans against the machine with his arms crossed and look at the others. Hondo finishes his meal next, and like Fernando before him, takes his plate to rinse it off at the sink.
 
Holding his plate in front of him, he asks Fernando, “You mind letting me put this in there?”
 
“Put it in the sink for now.”, Fernando tells him.
 
Miffed, Hondo put the plate and other items into the sink. He looks at him and then at the others.
 
“What are you looking at?”, Hondo asks.
 
“Nothing.”, Fernando answers. He starts to walk away, “Let me know when the others are ready.”
 
Fernando walks out of the house through the rear door. He stands just a few steps from the door, on the asphalt area of the parking area where the vehicles were. He stands there with his arms crossed. Little time had past when the sound of three cars go up onto driveway.
 
Most of those in the vehicles enter through the front door, but two continue to walk down the driveway to the rear of the house. If Fernando wasn’t expecting them, he would have drawn his service weapon and shot them.
 
“Hello Marco, Angie.”, he says as they turn the corner without looking at them.
 
“Good morning to you too.”, Marco replies. “Why are you out here? Is Tammy ready?”
 
“I’m ready. I don’t care if she is or not. She has 5 minutes to be by my side, or I leave without her.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Given that it may, but isn’t there a morning meeting for an afternoon-evening mission?”, Marco asks.
 
“That’s Hondo’s mission, which you should be part of.”, Fernando explains.
 
“No. I’m Tammy’s field supervisor, and I am to be where ever she is.”, Marco adds.
 
“Then let me tell you. Our mission is to take out Anne Rossellini, and anyone who might be employed her at the Coliseum Park, 10o’clock. I don’t like to be  late.”, Fernando says.
 
“Then Angie and I will be with you.”, Marco tells him.
 
“I forbid you to go.”, Fernando throws at him, adding, “This is a CIA Case.”
 
“Anything involving on Italian Soil, by foreign governments or personal directives, is a case that involves the SWA.”, Marco tells him sternly. “You either allow us to be part of it, or we force you into not going.”
 
“I would like to see you try, but to save face- mine and yours, we make a deal. Don’t interfere in what has to be done.”, Fernando tells him with a hint of anger.
 
“You make sure no innocents are killed.”, Marco returns.
 
“I can guarantee that all of my shots will hit their targets. But it anyone gets shot or killed from outside our group, it will be on them, not me.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“You are going to be responsible if they do…”, Marco warns but stops when Tammy steps out of the door.
 
Fernando looks at her as he takes advantage of Marco’s silence, “A police officer is not responsible for innocents shot in a shoot out if ballistics prove the bullets did not come from his gun.” He looks over Tammy, seeing she has put on the protected clothing he as put aside for her, “Everyone but I will be shooting 9mm bullets. I will be shooting .45 caliber. You find a .45 bullet inside an innocent, you can arrest me.”
 
“I can assure you, the pleasure will be mine.”, Marco tells him.
 
“Then lets go. We have a showdown to attend.”, Fernando tell him as he starts to walk to his Porsche.
 
He gets into his car first, with Tammy opening the door for herself but keeps the door open. Angie and Marco walks to the passenger side, seeing Tammy in the rear seat behind Fernando. Angie gets in and sits in the rear seat next to Tammy,  Marco puts the seat back and sits next to Fernando. The door closes shut as Fernando slowly drives out onto the driveway.
 
It does not take them long to get to the meeting place, behind the open area of the Coliseum. The place is strangely empty, tourist season being over for the past several weeks, there was no reason for anyone to be there other than passing by on the local street circle that surrounds it. Fernando parks the Porsche by the parking area usually reserved for concession stand vehicles.
 
The four of them step out of the car and stand about, looking outward to the large area in front of the ancient stadium. The place was empty for a few moments until several cars drive up on stop on the far end. Several goons step out of the vehicle, making an arc as they stand together facing Fernando and his little crew. After several seconds, Anne steps out of one of the cars passenger section and parts the line by the middle to walk through it. She takes many steps with the men behind her, until they were half way in the area. Fernando takes several steps away from his car, reaching behind him to move Tammy so she could be shielded by his body. All remains quiet for the moment.
 
“I see you brought back up.”, Anne yells across the distance.
 
“They are not back up. In fact, they are here to arrest me if this is taken to higher level of assault with a fire arm.”, Fernando yells back at her  
 
“Is that so?”, Anne asks, then signals to her men. The sounds of various fire arms from a simple revolver to a micro Uzi sub machine gun are readied . Fernando looks at them all through shifting his eyes from one end of the line to the other. Some 24 men stand behind her, two dozen in total from what it seems, armed with anything they can carry. Whether or not there were more in the vehicles, remains to be seen and continues as an unknown.
 
Fernando thinks to him self, ‘Two – seven shot 1911s in my pockets, 3 magazines each, and my two AA 1981/84s in the shoulder holsters with 16 rounds each. Over twenty of them.’ He begins to unbutton his trench coat, reducing its protection to his sides. But he still has 3 layers of protection under that.
 
Behind him Angie has her Styer machine gun ready, despite it being useless against cyborgs with its 5mm rounds, it should do well against flesh and blood. Marco can only have his Berretta ready, looking at the those in front of Fernando and Tammy. He curses his bad eyesight as it blurs those aiming at them.
 
 “If they are here to arrest you, why are they armed and ready?!!”, Anne yells from across the distance.
 
“They do have the right to defend themselves.”, Fernando yells at Anne.
 
“They can go and come back to pick up your dead body!”, Anne yells at him.
 
“We Stay!”, Marco yells from behind.
 
“You Want To Die Too?!!”, Anne yells to him.
 
“You are all under arrest!”, Marco yells across the distance.
 
Anne laughs loudly to be heard.
 
“ENOUGH!”, Fernando yells at her.

“Yes, enough.”, an unseen voice makes itself heard from the crowd.
 
Footsteps can be heard as the crowd parts. An old man walks through the parted space wearing an expensive suit, making its way to Anne’s side. He stops when he gets there.
 
“You again…”, he says.
 
“Christiano Savonarola…”, Marco says out loud but heard by everyone else.
 
“I want to ask your men a question.”, Fernando says to be heard.  
 
“You can ask anything you want, for they will be your  last words.”, Christiano replies.
 
“I know I asked it before, but I’ll say it again. Who is going to pay you if your bosses are dead?”, Fernando says and asks.
 
“It is you who will be dead!”, Anne yells back.
 
“You keep forgetting, Cyborgs have one weakness. Whether you know it or not...”, Fernando yells at her.
 
“What the fuc…”, Anne yells but is interrupted by loud sound of a single gun shot, followed by a muffled explosion, and splattering of blood and brains hitting her. Fernando had shot Christiano in the eye after seeing him reach for a weapon. He lays there dead with a handgun in his hand and more than half the top of his skull missing.
 
Gun fire exchange rapidly between the two group. Seeing that the men did not go down after several shots to their mid sections, Angie switches to headshots with her Styer Machine gun, taking down half of the group. Fernando throws Tammy behind him as he goes after Anne, who has started to run away from the crowd. After several steps, he stops and takes aim.  
 
With a cyborg’s weak spot out of sight, the bullet hit home at her right shoulder, blowing up and taking out the arm from its shattered socket, causing her to spin around before falling into the floor. Cybernetic systems shut down the flow of blood to the area, keeping the bleeding to a minimum. He takes several more steps to Anne as she writhed in pain. Several shots whiz past him, as a couple of the remaining men shoot at him from his 4o’clock position.  
 
Pivoting on his stepped heel, Fernando spins around and gets his pursuers into view. His arm raised with adjustments made to his aim to their heads, Fernando lets lose a barrage of bullet fire that falls them dead with explosive results where they stepped onto.  
 
Turning around to his intended target, he finds her to be gone. He receives several shots to his back, forcing him down to the floor. Tammy runs up to him to check him out.
 
“I’m sorry hon.”, Tammy whispers in his ear, then her gun goes off, hitting him in the right buttock. Fernando grimaces in pain, as he watches her run towards the park.
 
He tries to get up, but is pushed back onto the ground, feeling a pair of tiny hands grabs onto his wrists and a pair of handcuffs put on him.
 
“Make sure they’re tight, I don’t want him to break away.”, Marco says.
 
“I’ll shoot him is he tries to run.”, Angie is heard directory on his back.
 
Fernando could only growl at the predicament.
 
“Whoa, calm down tiger, or Angie will shoot you.”, Marco bends his knees to lower himself towards Fernando.
 
“#$@! you, Marco!”, Fernando growls loudly at him, “Let me go before Tammy gets hurt!”
 
“Calm yourself down and maybe I’ll reconsider. Until then consider yourself detained.”, Marco tells him. He takes his cellphone and makes a call to Ferro. It is answered immediately, “Hello, Ferro?”
 
“Yes, Marco?”, Ferro answers the call.
 
“We need a clean up crew here by the coliseum.”, Marco explains.
 
“We already have a crew to support Hondo’s thing.”, Ferro explains.
 
“Can you spare anyone?”, Marco asks, “At least to keep the reporters at bay?”
 
“I’ll send Olga your way with Nahil. Priscilla will take care of the police and reporters.”, Ferro answers, “Was it successful?”
 
“No. Our flyboy here killed our target for questioning, but this time it’s a confirmed kill.”. Marco explains.
 
“Which target?”, Ferro asks.
 
“Christiano Savonarola.”, Marco answers.
 
“Christiano?”, Ferro asks, “How?”
 
“Don’t know. But he is now dead thanks to Fernando blowing his brains out.”, Marco explains, looking around, “It’s a real mess here. I count over 20 bodies here.”
 
“Twenty? No way Fernan…”, Ferro was starting to say.
 
“We, Angie and I took down more than half of them in defending ourselves.”, Marco explains.
 
“What about Tammy?”, Ferro asks.
 
“We need to go after her. She went after Annie  after Fernando wounded her and she ran away. You should have seen her, she shot Fernando up to put him down, and shot him in the ass to keep him from running.”, Marco explains.
 
“Annie?”, Ferro asks.
 
“No, Tammy!”, Marco tells her.
 
“Wow. It takes her all this time to use her firearm in the field and she uses it on her husband. That says a lot.”, Ferro replies.
 
“Divorce by lead is all I can say.”, Marco adds to the conversation, “Anyways, we got one loose and wounded terrorist and Tammy going after her.”
 
“That can be trouble.”, Ferro says.
 
“One more thing, when we all return, arrest Dr. Bianchi, Dr. Gilliani and Dr. Belgonchi, and detain the rest of the medical staff in closed personal quarters.”, Marco almost orders.
 
“What for? The Chief will have a shit fit if this blows up in our faces.”, Ferro replies.
 
“Tell the chief that there might be some stolen cyborg technology involved and the leak might be coming from one of them.”, Marco  
 
“What’s the proof on that?”, Ferro asks.
 
“Lets say, a confession from the dead.  I  am also going to need an outside medical team to autopsy Christaino and see how much, if any, of his body has cyborg technology. I don’t want the medical team aware of this until questioning.”, Marco explains.
 
“I’ll see what I can do. But we’re already on a thin thread with staff stretched out like this.”, Ferro replies.
 
“Thank you.”, Marco tells her.
 
“Oh don’t worry about that. You will owe me big time.”, Ferro tells her. She hangs up her cellphone, ending the call.
 
Marco looks down at Fernando. “And you will owe me big time. Until then, consider yourself under arrest until we find Tammy.”, Marco tells him.
 
“#$@! you! And Let Me Find Her!”, Fernando growls at him loudly.
 
“Not with that hole in your ass. You’ll bleed out from your ass by the time you reach the other end of the park looking for her. Now relax. First aide’s coming to patch you up, and then to a detainment cell at our offices.”, Marco explains.
 
“You are not going to be able to detain me...”, Fernando tells me.
 
“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter.”, Marco tells him as he looks at the SWA Medical team arrives. “Now stay still and let them do their job.”

The leading group of the SWA walks into Fernando’s room as he was putting on his clothes. Not too long before he had turned off the life support and monitoring machines and disconnected himself from the wires that connected him to them. Gathering his belongings, he puts on his clothes when they came in. They being Ferro, Marco and Chief Lorenzo.
 
“Leaving so soon?, Marco asks out loud.
 
Fernando jumps up to pull up his pants and then zippers and belts them. He turns to face Marco, seeing the others there with him. “Where’s my service weapons, personal digital devices, money and identification.”, he tells him.
 
“We have them in the crime lab while we assess what bullets went where and if any of yours hit any innocents. Now you should be in bed before your stitches pop.”, Marco tells him in return.
 
“#$@! the stitches. I’m going home.”, Fernando demands.
 
“If you’re strong enough to go home, you’re going to detention instead.”, Marco tells him.
 
“I got two words for you, Marco.”, Fernando begins to say.
 
“And they would be?”, Marco asks, interrupting him. Fernando grabs a nearby visitor’s chair, sliding it towards him.
 
“#$@!...”, Fernando begins to say, throwing the chair through the window, followed by, “...You!”, before he jumps out the window.
 
He lets himself fall 10 feet before opening up his wings and hug the side of the building until it turns the turn an he disappears into the turn. By the time Marco and the others arrive and look out the window, Fernando was already gone.
 
“DAMN HIM!”, Marco yells out the window.
 
“Wasn’t expecting that? He did the same thing with Enrico Belucci and his men from Section One the last time he was here.”, Ferro points out.
 
“You don’t have to rub it in.”, Marco tells her in return.
 
“Now that he is gone, what are you going to do?”, Chief Lorenzo throws at him, “We don’t have that many handlers to spare. In fact we have none.”
 
“There is only one place he can go, so I’ll go there and beat him getting there.”, Marco explains.
 
“And where is that?”, Ferro asks before the chief does.
 
“His home. It will be empty by the time we both get there.”, Marco explains.
 
“Alright.”, Chief Lorenzo begins, “I expect arrest and detainment before the second mission is completed.”
 
“Will do.”, Marco says, seeing that Chief Lorenzo was leaving the room.
 
Fernando manages to fly a few blocks onto a nondescript apartment building. Somehow he manages not to get the attention of everyone else in the city as he made his escape. But it was not complete. He needs his money, identification and electronic gadgetry. Looking about the area, he could not identify the area of the city he was in. His best option was a church steeple far in the distance, but flyable in a couple of jumps.
 
It takes him about three minutes of flying and relaunching from crossing the expanse of streets between the buildings. He approximates that he must have flown just over a mile in distance, which he could have covered in one hop but being wounded and filled up with meds, he took several breaks in between. Eventually he gets there, flying down to the sidewalk and the church’s main entrance.
 
Walking up the steps, he tries the doors until he finds one unlocked to open it. The foyer was empty but the altar was not. He takes a slow long walk down the aisle. At the last row of seat, Fernando takes a knee and does the sign of the cross before continuing down the aisle. Coming from the side entrance where the rectory was a priest walks out onto the altar.
 
“How can I help you, my son?”, the priest asks.
 
“I was just robbed and need access to a computer with internet to contact my job.”, Fernando explains.
 
“Wouldn’t you like to go to the police first?”, the priest asks.
 
“I have no identification, and am not an Italian Citizen. So if you know that the police would do to people in my situation, I’m not spending several days in lock up while my finger prints clear on their system.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“I see.”, the priest says to himself.
 
“The computer?”, Fernando asks.
 
“Oh, sure. Right this way.”, the priest says before heading to the rectory. Fernando follows him. They walk past the main reception area into a private office. “You can use this one.”, the priest points out.
 
“Thank you.”, Fernando says as he sits down behind the keyboard. Though the items on the screen was in Italian, he understood what was where and what it did. To throw off the priest who was shoulder surfing him, Fernando goes into an old yahoo-email account and opens a ‘compose email’ page. He inputs a very encryptic email address, and a short title in the subject, “Location.” The message was a short request for “a car, and personal items; items believed to be stolen.” He presses the “SEND” button and then shuts down the yahoo-email account. He gets out of the office chair, telling the priest, “Thank you.” Before leaving the rectory and walks to exit the church.
 
Several miles away in a lab in compound somewhere, several techs look over a Porsche 928 with its hood open. They wonder about the sealed casing that covers the engine bay, trunk area, under dash area and center console. In another lab, an American Arms 1911 double stack variant is being put through its rounds, along with the various items found on Fernando. The lab tech look over the items with a discerning eye, looking over the items. All of the sudden radiation alarms go off as the assorted items begin to glow. A tech holding onto the fender of the Porsche complained that it was getting very hot before it disappeared like all the other items in  the other labs.
 
The Chrono Server at Fernando’s home assembles the items in a neat package inside the Porsche’s front passenger seat before materializing the vehicle in front of the church Fernando was exiting. He trots down the stairs and to the car. He grabs the door handle of the Porsche, opens its doors, and sits down in its seat before closing the door. He gathers his wallet and gun off the pile on the front passenger seat, followed by the car keys. The ignition key is put into the key hole.
 
“Password.”, a voice from the car’s stereo system sounded as the center area lit up into a keyboard pattern.
 
“Aisapi, Voice Print Confirmation only, password: Tinkerbell.”, Fernando responds to the command.
 
“Password and voice recognized. Where do you want to go?”, Aisapi asks.
 
“Released controls to me but provide standard protection.”, Fernando orders.
 
“Will do. Automotive controls released for driver input only. Standard protection systems on and armed.”, Aisapi replies.
 
Fernando whips the wheel with one hand while dancing with the pedals and putting the car into first gear with the other hand. He was pulling out of the parking spot and going to his safe house.
 
“Aisapi, connect to cellphone and dail out to Marco Tongi, private mode only.”, Fernando requests.
 
Over the stereo speakers the cellphone can be heard dialing out. The phone rings on the other end twice before the call is answered.
 
“Who is this?”, a male voice answers on the other end.
 
“Who else would it be, Marco?”, Fernando answers.
 
“You! You know you are under arrest!”, Marco yells back at him.
 
“I have two choice words for you, Marco.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“What would they be?”, Marco asks.
 
“Diplomatic Immunity.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Your American Diplomatic Immunity Has Been Revoked.”, Marco almost yells back.
 
“Tell that to the Vatican Council.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“WHAT?!!”, Marco yells on the phone.
 
“I said ‘tell that to the Vatican Council.’ And if you don’t want to listen to them, you can tell that to the Japanese Embassy, and then your own Prime Minister.”, Fernando tells him, “Now we can discuss this like gentlemen or deal with it like savages. I suspect you are at my place but cant get in...?” The silence on Marco’s end gives Fernando his answer. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Don’t try to do anything stupid.”
 
“What is that supposed to mean?!!”, Marco asks loudly.
 
“It is how you take it.”, Fernando tells him. He reaches to a button on the dashboard and presses it to end the call. Hitting the highway, Fernando presses on the gas pedal and power shifts through the gears, sending the needles of the gauges to the far right measuring speeds of 150 MPH or better when he could. As promised he arrives about a half hour later, finding Marco and Angie in the rear parking lot by their car near the house’s rear entry way that is locked and weapons out.
 
Fernando take the Porsche into a long slow circle around the parking lot, putting the car into its parking spot with its nose pointing out of its space. At the same time he makes a few adjustments and then activates the car’s internal radio phone, startling Marco as his cellphone rang in his pocket. Marco looks at his pocket as he puts his hand in it, seeing Ferro’s name and number flashing on the tiny screen. He activates the cellphone to receive the call to see what she wanted.
 
“How can I help you, Ferro?”, Marco asks. He was not expecting Fernando’s voice.
 
“Greetings from cyberspace, a Macintosh OS Virus once said.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH FERRO’S CELLPHONE!”, Marco yells at both the cellphone and at Fernando’s Porsche.
 
“Before you get stupid, I don’t know where Ferro or her cellphone is. What I’m doing is a simple cell phone number switching trick that the 2600 script kiddies do and have published on the internet. Now that I got your attention, don’t do anything that you would regret. Take your weapons out and take out the bullets and magazines from them and pocket them.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“And if I refuse?”, Marco asks.
 
“Then you can go home, your office, the SWA Compound, I don’t care. Just go, leave this place and leave me alone.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“We have orders for your arrest.”, Marco tells him, “You coming peacefully or am I going to have to use force?”
 
“Go #$@! yourself, Marco. I can come back from the grave, you however can not. So if you value your life and your cyborg’s life, you are going to either sit down in peace with me and are we going to have a last stand here? This is my place, don’t forget that. And don’t forget, you are at a disadvantage being here. You don’t know where, if any, are booby traps and robotic guns hidden .”, Fernando tells him.
 
Marco starts to look around the area, then back at the car.
 
“You going to disarm, walk away or fight your last stand?”, Fernando asks.
 
“What about you?”, Marco asks.
 
“This is my place. I do have the right to defend it as I see fit.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“This is not bloody America!”, Marco shouts back.
 
“Its America in Italy, as given by the treaty your nation signed with the US, that these safe houses, like the embassy. Just like the 500 safe houses Italy has across the 50 states, 35 in New York State, with 25 in New York City alone.”, Fernando explains, “It was never yours to give to Tammy as a place of her own.”
 
Fernando hangs up the phone, watching Marco holding back from throwing his onto the floor. The door to the Porsche opens and Fernando steps out. It only takes him 25 steps to walk to the rear door where Marco and Angie stood. Their weapons out but not pointed at him, at least for now. He stops within three feet in front of them and look at them and their weapons.
 
“You mind putting those things away.”, Fernando demands.
 
“By order of Italian Law Enforcement, I’m placing you under arrest.”, Marco tells him.
 
“Let me show you something...”, Fernando tells him as he opens one of the panels of his suit jacket, showing the tattered fabric inside, “You should arrest your investigation team. As is they owe me a $5000 suit jacket. And I’m not counting the damage they put on my car.”
 
“That it...”, Marco says as he grabs onto Fernando’s arm. Unfortunately for him, Fernando was just too fast, kicking Angie’s SMG out of her hands and throwing Marco onto the ground, putting his foot onto Marco’s neck.
 
Fernando slowly steps off Marco’s neck, “Next time I wont be so nice.” He puts his hand on a near by panel on the door, the sound of the lock undoing itself can be heard. He pushes the door open and stands by the doorway. “Put away your guns before entering the house.”
 
Marco sits there for a moment.
 
“You coming in or are you going to cause trouble?”, Fernando mockingly asks.
 
Marco just scowls at him for the moment before turning to Angie and giving her a nod. She picks up her SMG and puts it away before going into the house. Marco gets up and goes in after her. Fernando closes the door behind him. They all walk and then stand about the living room. Fernando continues to the kitchen and pulls out several tall glasses, filling them with water from a pitcher that came from the refrigerator.
 
“I’m sure you are all thirsty, so drink up.”, Fernando tells them before taking a glass to drink from himself. Marco nods to Angie and both take a glass themselves to drink from. Fernando finishes his drink and puts it on the island counter, “Its not New York Water but its drinkable.”
 
“Isn’t this triple activated carbon filtered well water?”, Marco asks.
 
“There are about 15 filters buried under this house, all about Angie’s sized, so nothing it coming short of radioactive hydrogen is coming out of those taps. Now lets continue – What do you want? Not my arrest I hope. I have Diplomatic Immunity for one and I’m dead –two.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“You are to be detained until such evidence proves that none of your bullets hit any innocents…”, Marco states.
 
“And to prove who I am.”, Fernando interrupts him. He continues, “Thus far you and your agency  treatment of me have been, shall I say, least cooperative? Hold on.” He takes the remote of the TV and turns it on. He then takes his cell phone and punch a code on it. Four windows open up on the TV, followed by four female secretaries appearing on the screen putting on some kind of head set. Underneath each woman was a name and title from four different nations: Nana Kawasaki, Imperial Secretary: Japan on the top left, Michelle Johnson, NYC Branch CIA Executive Secretary: USA on the top right, Josefina Solmaria de Los Santos: Imperial Secretary: Spain, and Monica Petris, Executive Director of Public Safety: SWA. Marco could stand in awe seeing his boss’ boss on the screen with the other three. “Good tidings ladies.”, Fernando says to them.
 
“Good Tidings.”, they all return with Ms Petris adding, “What seems to be the problem, Fernando?”
 
“Plenty, Monica.”, as Fernando begins before adds, “But with a show of hands, who is going to give me diplomatic immunity, because I need it to protect me from being arrested.”
 
The four women all raise their hands. Marco lets his anger know.
 
“WHAT!”, Marco yells out, “This man is to be detained by Italian Law!”
 
Ms Petris answers back, “Is that you Marco? First let me say this – I don’t know what charges are being held against Fernando, but you are not to arrest him! Do I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes, Ma’am. But I’m under orders from the chief to arrest him.”, Marco tells her.
 
“I’m telling you to disregard those orders and I will follow up with an all-points bulletin to end this hunt. Furthermore… Is Angie there?”, Ms Petris says and then asks.
 
“She’s right here.”, Marco answers as he guides Angie into view.
 
“Good. Angie. Be a good girl and establish Protocol 51-3.”, Ms Petris tells her as she types on a keyboard in front of her.
 
Angie stands at attention and salutes the screen. Instead of Angie giving  response, Fernando does.
 
“Thank you ladies. Just a few more seconds for you to witness this...”, Fernando says as he turns to Marco, “You are under orders to leave me alone unless we are conducting business or personal visitation. I have not broken any laws, and if you and your law enforcement agencies are seek my arrest, I am declaring Diplomatic Immunity as proposed by the UN of conduct of embassy and government employees and its citizenry as I am of these nations. This immunity extends from me to my crew, friends, and associates. Do I make my self clear!”
 
“Yes sir!”, the voices from the TV came from all four woman. Both Marco and Fernando looks at the TV.
 
“Alright ladies. Sorry for the interruption. Monica, if you can stay for a few more seconds, please?”, Fernando says and then asks.
 
One by one, three of the four women on the TV Screen blink out before Monica Petrica’s image zooms to fill the screen. Fernando nods at her, as so does she.
 
“What is Protocol 51-3?”, Marco asks.
 
“Protocol 51-3 is an agency directive for all cyborgs to stop their pursuit of individuals we deem innocent.”, Monica tells him.
 
“INNOCENT! Fernando is wanted for questioning pending an investigation on an outdoor shooting involving several casualties!”, Marco yells at her.
 
“Tell me – were you involved in this shooting by the coliseum in any way, whether you witnessed it or partook in it? I have seen the videos which were down loaded on this unit I’m speaking to you on. They show you and your cyborg took a more than active approach in this event. And it is my decision that Fernando acted in self defense as Christiano drew his gun first to shoot.”, Monica asks.
 
Marco bows his head and speaks softly, “I was involved, Ma’am.”
 
“Would you like for me to order your cyborg to arrest you?”, Monica tells sternly him in asking, “I can order her to do so.”
 
“That wont be necessary, Ma’am.”, Marco says.
 
“Good.”, Monica says, then turns to Fernando, “Will there be anything more?”
 
“Just one thing, perhaps two.”, Fernando answers.
 
“That shall it be?”, Monica asks.
 
“I want Tammy arrested, detained and brought here to answer to what she done to me.”, Fernando tells her, trying to hold his anger.
 
“I see. Yes. She did shoot you several times according to the video. You sure you don’t want Italian Law to be passed onto her?”, Monica asks.
 
“No...”, Fernando begins to say, interrupted by Marco’s cellphone beeping, signaling that it as a text message. Fernando continues as Marco reads his cellphone message, “Tammy is American, shooting an American Agent while in chase of a known murderer and terrorist. She might be an agent of your SWA but she acted on her own outside of agency orders. Only an American Judge can act on this.”
 
“I see.”, Monica replies, continuing to type on her keyboard. “Will that be all?”, she then asks.
 
“That should be all. Thank you.”, Fernando says to her.
 
“Now wait a minute!”, Marco shouts out, “Why is he and his crew getting special privileges?!!”
 
“Marco, this is not to ever leave your lips. Fernando operates on a level you can not dream to achieve. He will have his death faked when needed, and operate at the fringe of the law to do his job as required by the government he works for requests. He fulfilled his task of getting rid of Christiano for us by request where you all have failed, but stopped him from getting rid of Anne because of his wife, your subordinate as I remember, interference. Who knows where those two are, and in knowing Tammy as the gun shy agent she is, you better hope that Anne has not killed her if she crumples under pressure. Do I make myself clear?!!”, Monica tells him.
 
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Marco says as he bows his head.
 
“Good.”, Monica tells him, then turns to Fernando, “Fernando my dear. Let me know when all this is over, and I’ll have the Prime Minister throw a party on your behave.”
 
“Thank you, but that may not be necessary.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Just be nice to your wife. She has been through a lot, you know”, Monica says to him.
 
“I’ll think about it, depending if she survives her encounter with Anne.”, Fernando explains.
 
“Well...”, Monica begins to say, “My media reporters in the field are saying that there was a shoot out at an outdoor food market with one dead and from the looks of it, Tammy is involved but is fine. The police questioned her and then released her when she showed them her SWA ID.”
 
“Good.”, Fernando says, “and thank you.”
 
“No, thank you.”, Monica says, “Anytime you need me of my services, just call.”
 
“Thanks.”, Fernando replies.
 
Monica Petris smiles before her screen blanks out. Fernando turns to Marco as Marco’ cellphone beeps again.
 
“Well...”, Fernando says, dragging it for longer than necessary.
 
“One day I’ll figure out how you do it.”, Marco says.
 
“When you work in deep level infiltration as I do, you will.”, Fernando explains, then adds as be points to Marco’s cellphone, “What’s the message.”
 
“Its an email from Ms Petris. It says, ‘To all handlers and cyborgs: Your standing orders are as follows – you are cease and desist on any arrests orders against American agent Fernando, his friends and his assosicates.’ The second one says, ‘To all free and available handlers and cyborgs: You are to find, arrest and detain Section II Agent Tammy Squirel-G. and return her to American Agent Fernando at his safe house operations site.’”, Marco recites from the screen, then looks at Fernando and protests, “You are not going to arrest her.”
 
“I will do with my wife as I please.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Don’t do anything to harm her or you will be hearing it from me.”, Marco warns him.
 
“Threatening me? Don’t threaten me, Marco. The cemeteries are filled with idiots who had threatened me. Don’t be an idiot.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“And I said don’t do anything to harm her. If you do harm Tammy, you will hearing it from me.”, Marco tells him in return.
 
“Well then. Looks like we are agreeing to disagree. And with that, I will not be responsible if you put me in a situation where I have to defend myself. Is that clear enough for you?”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Yeah, crystal clear.”, Marco responds, adding, “You may have the same protection that we handlers have from high above, but that wont stop me from giving you the royal ass kicking you deserve if you hurt her.”
 
“Something going on between you and my wife?”, Fernando asks him so sternly that it was hard to tell that he was even asking the question at all.
 
Marco sums up the bravery inside him and approaches the service island that separates them before saying what he had to say, “First of all, I’m her field supervisor, and she has been a loyal agent to the orders I gave her. That has not changed.”
 
“Watch what you say next. In fact, get out of here. Go find Hondo’s mission and assist him in what he has to do because you wont do it.”, Fernando tells him, “I want Hondo and his team back alive and that mission fulfilled successfully.”
 
Before Marco can answer, his cellphone rings. He looks at the phone and see that its Ferro’s phone number, then looks at Fernando before answering it in speaker mode.
 
“Hello?”, Marco asks in answers it.
 
“Hello, Marco! What Is This About That Tammy Is To Be Arrested, Detained And Sent Back To Fernando’s Safe House And Not Fernando?!!”, Ferro yells in awe and anger.
 
“Its from Public Safety Director Petris.”, Marco explains, “I was on video conference with her when she made it.”
 
“I’m Not Doing It! She’s Becoming Our Top Operative!”, Ferro yells back on the cellphone.
 
“If you value your job, do it.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Who are you to tell me how to do my job?!! You are nobody to tell me how to do my job!”, Ferro yells at him from the cellphone.
 
“Well then, I’ll just send a copy of the tape his house’s security system makes to Ms Petris and Mr. Lorenzo on the next meeting I have with them.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“You would not dare...”, both Marco and Ferro say.
 
“Then Do Your Damn Job!”, Fernando gets loud.
 
“Marco?”, Ferro asks.
 
“We’re between a rock and a hard place, Ferro. Comply to the orders and I’ll see what I can do.”, Marco explains.
 
“Alright.”, Ferro replies. Then she adds before ending the call on her end, “I’ll talk to you later.”
 
“Yeah, later.”, Marco replies but it was too late as the call was ended. He turns to face Fernando, finding him staring back.
 
“You have your orders, now get out.”, Fernando tells him, followed by the sound of a large sized car entering the driveway at a high rate of speed, followed by the screeching of halted tires against the parking lot pavement, stopping it. Fernando turns to face the hallway as somebody turns the knob on the rear door to open it but cant. After a couple of times of twisting, there is a knock on the door. “Open it. And if its Tammy, arrest her.”, Fernando tells him.
 
Marco nods at Angie who walks to the rear door. It takes her a while to walk there before opening the door. Tammy was on the other side of the doorway.
 
“Hello, Angie. Marco he...*!!!”, Tammy begins to say before Angie take her hand and Judo throws her into the house. She pounces on Tammy and pins her arms against her back, hand cuffing them together. Tammy can only look front of her in shock, awe and horror.
 
Marco walks up to them, “I’m sorry Tammy. But I’m under orders to arrest you.”
 
“By Whom?!!”, Tammy cries out from where she laid on the floor.
 
“Any wife who turns on her husband, harms him, commits adultery against him, shuns him and does him wrong then she is to be stoned until dead.”, Fernando says in a haunting tone, “The Old Testament is a great book. I can see why the Chassidic Jews, Armenian Christians and Islam’s fundamentalist members adhere to these laws.”
 
“WHAT?!!!”, Tammy yells from her position.
 
“You heard me.”, Fernando tells her. “Marco, get Angie to put her in a chair and take your cyborg out of here.
 
“Alright Angie. Lets go.”, Marco says as he starts walking away.
 
“I did good, Marco?”, Angie says as she trots up to him.
 
“You did great…”, Marco tells her, followed by the rear door slamming shut.
 
Fernando walks up to Tammy who was still on the floor. He grabs her by her handcuffed wrists and the back of the collar of her blouse and lifts her up onto her two feet. She tries to complain but he pushes her towards one of the living room chairs before lifting her up again and sits her down on the arm chair.
 
She finally gets a chance to complain, “What is this about?!!”
 
“If I can undo the Immortality pill I gave you, I would.”, he says to her in an angered tone.
 
“What? Why?!!”, Tammy yells at him.
 
“Maybe if you can’t see why, then maybe we should not be married.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“What are you saying! I Love You!!!”, Tammy yells back at him.  
 
“The hell with that. Now, where did you shoot Anne at?”, he asks her.
 
“At the Farmer’s Market not far from the coliseum.”, she answers dejectedly.
 
“Where as in what part of the body you hit!”, he yells at her.
 
She tries not to cry as she answers, “I hit her several times in the chest.”
 
“Then she’s not dead.”, he says quietly.
 
“What do you mean, she’d not dead?”, she asks.
 
“A nine-millimeter round goes through the body, not stop at the point of impact. Two, Cyborgs have some level of internal anti-ballistic protection. So unless you have a .50 caliber rifle or a 20 millimeter anti-aircraft gun, you’re not hurting her. And the cyborg’s weakest point where they can be killed is the eyes.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“But she bled out!”, Tammy yells at him.
 
“The bathrobes in my house at the cafe has a red gelatin layer that makes it looks like the bullet penetrated and I’m bleeding out while the bullet proof layers stops the bullets! In Theater its called a Squib! She can have the same thing under her clothes, making it look like she was hit and bleeding!”, he explains. He pauses for a while, then continues by yelling, “Christiano is dead because I splattered his brains across Coliseum Road!”
 
“They why you shot Anne in the shoulder!”, Tammy yells back.
 
“Because I wanted her to suffer, that’s why! Even using explosive rounds on her did not slowed her down! DAMN YOU AND DAMN IT ALL!”, he yells at her. They stay quiet for just a second, before he continues again, “Where was she taken?”
 
“The morgue at St. Lorenzo’s Hospital...”, she answers.
 
He walks to the back of the hall to the rear door, taking out his cellphone and undoes its fake phone number program before dialing Marco’s cellphone. He opens the rear door and steps outside as he waits for the call to be answered. It is by the fifth ring.
 
“Hello Marco, who is protecting Anne’s body at St. Lorenzo’s?”, Fernando says as soon as its answered.
 
“That information is classified by the likes of you.”, Marco answers.
 
“Look, just listen and listen good. Anne may still be alive!”, Fernando tells him.
 
“That’s highly unlikely. She bled out.”, Marco argues you back.
 
“Aren’t cyborgs bullet proof?”, Fernando asks.
 
“To some extent they are.”, Marco answers.
 
“Anne’s shoulder was the only place that everyone knows she has such technology implanted in. But I shot her twice, once in each shoulder so both had to be replaced! And if her shoulders were replaced, her spinal column had to be reinforced, and her ribs, and anything else the doctors deemed necessary. Throw in a layer of ballistic protection because they can. Now tell me, did any of Tammy rounds went through Anne?”, Fernando explains and then asks.
 
“No, they were all found deformed in the vicinity... of... the... penetrating... wound.”, Marco finally realizes what Fernando was telling him. He continues before hanging up, “I have to contact the others, and do not show up at the hospital!”
 
The phone call is disconnected from his end.
 
 
Meanwhile, in the hospital morgue, the doctor looks over the corpse of the female mouse papers on his clipboard labels as ‘Anne, aka Franca the Padania Bomber.’ With some muscle, he was able to put her on the gurney and then onto the examination slab after rolling her into the examination room.
 
Unzipping the body bag down to her feet, he notices not only was she still fully clothed, but no identification tags were assigned and attached to her body. Along side her was a Ziplock bag of deformed nine millimeter rounds smeared red with blood.
 
He looks at them suspended in front of his face, saying to himself as he takes a portable tape recorder and presses the record button, “Odd. All this time and the blood has not congealed. Maybe she was a hemophiliac? If so, why endanger one’s life with injury from a criminal life?”
 
He puts down the bag and tape recorder, looking at her face and her shoulder injury, the hold in her blouse exposing to the mechanicals inside. “Interesting... Internal Prosthesis. Well, lets get this started.”
 
He picks up a scalpel from the tray of tools next to the examination table, rolling its shaft against the rubber covered fingers of his latex gloves. He bends over her body, grabbing the collar of her shirt with one hand and pulling it taut. His other hands readies the flat edge of the scalpel against the top first button. “Alright Miss, its not like you have anything I have not seen before on other women.”, the blade twists under the button and cuts the treading that held it in place. The button flies out across the room from the pressure of being pulled and cut off from its stitched anchor. A second button pops off and flies like the one before and the blade slides to the third button which was already taught from the pressure her breasts pulled on the shirt.
 
Sometimes when Rigor Mortis sets in, a dead body becomes fully animated as if it was alive. This time was no exception as the uninjured arm raises up and shoves the hand with the scalpel away. He thinks nothing of it until the body partially sits up and the hand grabs his neck tightly. She continues to sit up on the slab while continuing to hold on fast to his neck.
 
“I don’t go that far on a first date. Too bad, you ruined your change for a good night date.”, she looks into his eyes, seeing fear in them as he finds breathing almost impossible. Just as impossible as he being unable to pull her hand off his neck no matter how much he struggles. “Don’t worry, this is not going to last that long.”, she tells him. The force of her fingers shoot up a few hundred pounds, snapping everything from his larynx to his spinal column. His body suddenly goes limp before she drops him gently into the floor.
 
Walking about the room, Annie finds many things that she can use. A locker room with lockers filled with clothing and personal items she can steal to fulfill her needs. In the corner of the examination room, a scrub area she can clean herself up with. In a quarter of the time it takes to start the examination, she has changed into another female’s clothes and the doctor’s examination coat and identification badges on turned the other way to hide its information but still look official. Gauze, elastic bandages and a large triage sheet around her neck gives her arm support it needs until it can be looked over by her ‘private physician.’
 
Taking a set of dark glasses, keys and an iPhone from the dead doctor’s pockets, Anne finds an exit in the locker room not connected to the guarded room door. She puts on the glasses before stepping out into the hall. She looks over to the male and female standing by the door down the hall, pretending to look the door.
 
Making it out onto the hospital parking lot, Anne looks over the keys in her possession. They belong to a Lexus brand automobile, with a built –in alarm remote. She presses on the key’s remote button as she approaches to the four Lexus automobiles in the lot. A beige on in the middle of the lot flashes its lights. She walks to it, grabs its door handle, opens its door, and sits inside. Her only thought, ‘Its not a Mercedes.’
 
With the engine finally on, she slowly drives out of the parking lot while making a call on the doctor’s cellphone. She disappears into the afternoon.

OOC: Alright, it's not a full post. I'm still workin' on the actual mission post. This is just character interaction before the mission. the next post will contain the mission at hand. :BIC
 
 
Hillshire shook his head as he watched Hondo's truck disappear. Jeanie looked at him with a questionin' raised eyebrow.
 
 Hillshire: Damned American cowboy.
 
 Jeanie: Be careful what you say next. He is Fernando's friend and that makes him mine as well. He is no Fernando but he is good at what he does.
 
 Hillshire: But what he does isn't very nice?
 
Jeanie: Excuse me?
 
Hillshire: Just a line from an American comic book character.  
 
Jeanie: I know of whom you speak. Hondo reminds me of him too, but what Hondo does is necessary.
 
Hillshire: Maybe so, but that cowboy is going to get himself killed and us along with him.
 
 Jeanie: Himself maybe, but others he will not. He'd even sacrifice himself for you if he was needed to, even though it'd be a waste.
 
Hillshire: Pardon?
 
Jeanie: You heard me. Also, stop calling him a cowboy.  
 
Hillshire: But his is, is he not?
 
Jeanie: He is, but you say it in a derogatory way. He is more than a cowboy. He is a man. A man of which likes you could only hope to be.
 
Hillshire: I thought you didn't like him. I heard you even called him a stupid cowboy. So why stick up for him?
 
Jeanie: He has proved himself to be more. He pulls off this mission and he'll have my trust and respect, as he should have yours. So what about you? I thought you would have some respect for him after what he and Fernando have done in the past.
 
Hillshire: If I didn't have any respect I wouldn't be here. What bothers me is that these Americans seem to get special treatment. I'm part of the local government here. I should be leading this and have extra back-up. Hondo should be doing what I say. Instead I am told I am to help these Americans and let them lead,
 
Jeanie: I might be Asian, but I spent a lot of time in America. I don't like you and want to hear no more talking bad about my friends or their country.
 
Hillshire: Alright, so we know we don't like each other, fine. But we have a job to do. Shall we go?
 
Jeanie: After you.
 
  Hillshire frowned at her but said no more. He signaled for Triela to get into the car. She did so an' he followed suit. Jeanie stood an' watched until they were both in their car an' the engine was runnin' before she moved. She nodded to her men an' walked over to her own car. Her driver opened the door for her to get in. She nodded, entered the car an' sat down. Less than a minute later the limo pulled out of the drive behind Hillshire’s Mercedes 500sel station wagon an' headed down the road at about 120 kilometers per hour. The driveway gate shut behind them as they left leavin' the safe house locked up properly to await their return.  
 
 Jeanie looked at her watch. They had 2 hours before they needed to be there, but she figured they should make it in 1 hour and 20 minutes at the current pace. She sat back into her seat and closed her eyes to clear her own mind. She had not planned on this stressful or eventful of a time when she first followed Fernando here, but since she was here she was glad she could help.  
  
 
 
 Hondo an' Valentine speed down the road at approximately 180 kilometers per hour. Though Hillshire and Jeanie's group left only 5 minute later Hondo was already almost 10 miles out when they started his way. Hondo figured that 50 minutes more would see them there, as they had to slow down close to town as there was more traffic to contend with.
 
 Inside the truck the only noise was that of the engine an' the road under them. Neither of them said a word, which was fine by Hondo as he didn't know what to say to her and he had the mission on his mind. For Valentine, it seemed like a painful eternity as she wanted to say so much to him an' have him say certain things to her, but she didn't want to push him.
 
 It was a good 25 minutes before the silence was broke between them.
 
Hondo: Val, I know you know how to handle yourself, but I need you at the top of your game today.
 
Valentine: I will be.  
 
Hondo: Good. Know that it's alright to be scared but it's not alright to let it direct your actions.  
 
Valentine: The only thing I'm scared of is failin' you.
 
Hondo: You won't fail me. I know the last time you locked up some. It's partly my fault. Just don't let your emotions take charge. Think fast an' keep movin'.
 
Valentine: How is it your fault?
 
Hondo: I didn't help prepare ya enough. Ya're still a greenhorn at this, for lack of a better term, cloak an' dagger game. I also knew ya were "thrown off yur horse" so to speak. Ya couldn't get back on in time. No one ever gets totally used to this shit, but those of us that have done it longer get used to bein' able to shake off bad rounds an' hide personal fears an' emotions. Not that it's easy nor are ya able to keep your emotions outta it 100% of the time, especially on a mission like this.
 
Valentine: You mean . .?
 
Hondo: Laurie, Ann, El Grande (Hector), an' this whole mess. That’s why I need you at your best. Emotions make ya vulnerable in a fight. The best way to go into a fight is dispassionate 'bout those there but generally pissed off. Not angry, hateful, worried, or any other emotion. If you care for me an' let it change your judgment in there that will weaken your judgment.
 
Valentine: I understand, but what 'bout you?
 
Hondo: You mean Laurie?
 
Valentine: Yeah
 
Hondo: That's why I need you at your best.
 
Valentine: 'Cause your feelin's for her will hurt your judgment or speed of action?
 
Hondo: No, but 'cause I don't know how it'll effect me.
 
Valentine: What 'bout us?
 
Hondo: Us, as in?
 
Valentine: You said you cared 'bout me. I know you want to wait until this mission is over to see if there is somethin' lastin' between us, but how will my bein' there effect you?
 
Hondo: I'm hopin' it will negate any past feelin's that surface 'bout her. An' don't worry 'bout us. Ifin I had not seen anythin' lastin' between us I'd not given you that bio-life pill nor would you share my bed or even be involved in this mission.
 
Valentine: But what 'bout what you said earlier today 'bout bein' friends even if we don't make it?
 
Hondo: I meant it, but it's not for me that I said that.
 
Valentine: Who then?
 
Hondo: You. I left you an out in our relationship. I want to wait until after this is over so you can decide with a clear mind. I already decided a while back.
 
Valentine: When?
 
Hondo: Somewhere between the flash of anger in your eyes in the bar when I didn't help ya with the fist fight an' the scared, hurtin' look in your eyes when I picked ya up off the pavement an' carried ya to me truck.
 
Valentine: but how? I wasn't sure until we were sittin' by that creek an' even still question myself after that.
 
Hondo: You still question yourself?
 
Valentine: No, Yes!, uh I don't know! Honestly, I know I want to be with you, but we've been together such a short time. Everythin' in me says yes except that logical part of my mind that says you can't know someone or fall in love that fast. But honestly, how did you know?
 
Hondo: The eyes are the gateway to the soul. I'm part Native American, ya know. They say the Native American man has a gift for readin' the soul. Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but I seem to be able to. In those brief moments that I looked into your eyes I saw the woman ya are an' the child ya were. Is it the total bein' of who ya are? No, but I saw enough to know there was someone to ride the river with.
 
Valentine: I don't know what to say.
 
Hondo: Ya don't need ta say anythin'.
 
Valentine: I wish I was gifted like you.
 
Hondo: No ya don't. Besides ifin ya were like me we might not get along. Similarities bring people together, but it's the differences in them that keep them together. The differences keep a relationship interestin', as long as they don't make ya go head ta head, that is.
 
Valentine: So, are ya sayin' ya love me?
 
Hondo: No, but yes. What I'm sayin' is I care for ya, deeply.  
 
Valentine: But you just said . . .
 
Hondo: I know! I have decided on my part, but until this is over . . . look, I know we held each other, an' kissed, an' shared some very intimate times together in the last couple days. I shouldn't have let it happen. It was selfish of me. I let my emotions get the better of me. Ifin ya still want me after this is over, an' I don't mean the minute it’s over, I mean in a month or 2 after it's over. Ifin after ya've had time to come to terms with what we have an' will do here, relax, rest up, heal up, visit home, whatever ya need ta do to feel that some normality is back in your life an' ya don't see me as some monster for what must be done here, then if you still want me I'll be there waitin' for you. If that time comes I will be there with open arms to tell ya want ya want to hear, not 'cause ya want it but 'cause I'll mean it. Then I too can find peace 'bout us.
 
Valentine: You don't have peace about us now?
 
Hondo: I've been told by supposed men of God, medicine men, gypsies, an' gambler that I was destined for a lonely life, without love, an' those that said they loved me or cared will either realize they don't, die, or are lyin' to trap me.  
 
Valentine: I'd never try to trap ya or sell ya out!  
 
Hondo: I believe that, an' ya technically can't die on me, though ya can be outta commission for a while.
 
Valentine: So that leaves . . . oh. So ya think I might realize I don't care about ya or love ya after this is over. But I do love you an’ . . an’ . . .  
 
Hondo: It's a possibility. But it doesn't matter at the moment.
 
Valentine (sigh): I know. I just can't believe that we're now goin' to finish what we all came here to do.
 
Hondo: I know. It don't seem ta settle in until you’re in the middle of it or done. Just don't let the emotion of it stop you.  
 
Valentine: But what if I make a wrong decision about somethin'?
 
Hondo: The most important thing is when ya make a decision, follow it through. Stoppin' mid decision ta think it over will only cause ya to mess up worse or get killed. It makes ya stop too long. Sometimes ya hafta tweak a plan as you see it's not workin' but changin' mid stride is not a good thing unless you already know exactly what ta do an' how to transition. Ifin ya hafta think 'bout either of those, don't change, just do.
 
Valentine: Okay, I'll try to remember that.  
 
 They rode in silence for a few minutes longer. Hondo did not intend on goin' off into that conversation but sometimes things present themselves that ya don't plan on or hope will not happen but when they do ya just hafta roll with the punches. Valentine broke the silence this time.
 
Valentine: So you think El Grande will run?
 
Hondo: I know he will. He doesn’t care 'bout anyone but himself.
 
Valentine: That goes for most folks in the crime world.
 
Hondo: Most, yeah. Carin' for another, loyalty, honor, it's all seen as a weakness to men like Hector Hatfield an' his ilk.  
 
Valentine: I wonder about the SWA, too.
 
Hondo: How so?
 
Valentine: I see how they treat you, Fernando, me, all of us on this mission. They act like we're the bad guys, but it seems like they are the bad guys. Are they even gonna back us up or are they gonna help us then shoot us at their earliest possible moment?
 
Hondo: They will help us. After it's over they may want to shoot us, but they are scared. They still don't understand how Fernando is here. The agency double lie we tried sellin' to them pacified them but I'm not sure they believe it 100%. They know if somehow Fernando did come back that even ifin we can't do the same he'll kill them all without mercy.
 
Valentine: He would do that?
 
Hondo: I'm surprised you question that, but I guess you don't know him like I do. Don't you worry; just stick to the plan an' all will be well. Your guns all loaded?
 
Valentine: Yes.
 
Hondo: Good. Now remember, the guards should be normal men. Use your regular ammo on them. Ifin they act like it doesn't bother them smoke them with one to the head an' chest with the depleted uranium rounds. That will take them out no matter what they are. Laurie and Hector are a different story. I don't know ifin Laurie has any cybernetic parts or not, but she is on a mind control drug of sorts. She still acts on her own, but it makes her loyal to the giver. It may also make her hard to shoot. I will try to take her out myself, but ifin ya get a clear shot first take it. This is not for revenge, remember, though it will revenge loved ones for each of us. This is an extermination.
 
Valentine (sighs): Yeah, I know. I had wanted you to save El Grande for me, but you’re right. It doesn't matter who kills them as long as they are dead.
 
Hondo: Right. Now look at the maps for me an' give me a good route to get 'round the back of the buildin' opposite the warehouse. I don't want to go straight there, that way will be watched. We are 15 minutes from there. We need to get there as unseen as possible an' take a look before Jeanie gets here.
 
Valentine: Alright, I see some alleys that might get us there that they should not expect anyone to approach from.
 
Hondo: Alright, which way?
 
18 minutes later  Hondo an' Valentine climbed out of the truck an' made their way to the top of an adjacent buildin' without bein' seen by anyone else other than an early SWA spotter. He figured he was probably recognized but he also knew there was to be no shootin' until the word was given.  They would be safe. . . for now.

OIC: OK, so this post doesn't contain the mission, but it definitely launches it. been short on time an' it hasn't flowed like I wanted it to. I've rewritten Hondo an' Hillshire's dialog 5 or 6 times. this is the best one so far. So I'm postin' this to keep things goin' an' to keep me from totally rewritin' it again! : BIC
 
  Hondo lay in the shadows with a pair of old field glasses lookin’ over the warehouse. Very little activity was seen. A few guards wandered about on rounds but other than an occasional passin’ vehicle, bicycle or pedestrian all was quiet. The place looked the same as it did last time except for the lack of vehicles outside the warehouse, a few steel panels where there used to be windows, an’ a helicopter on the far side of the roof, partially obstructed from view by a short wall. It was quiet there . . . way too quiet.
 
 Hondo had lain there for a while before Valentine came around the corner, keepin’ low as she came to his side. Valentine had been watchin’ from the far side of the buildin’, keepin’ an eye out for Hillshire an’ Jeanie’s vehicles.  She spoke in a low voice as she approached.
 
Valentine: They should be here in 5 minutes.
 
Hondo: Alright, we'd better get down there. Head out. I’ll be right behind ya.
 
  Valentine nodded an’ moved off slowly towards the door that got them up there. Hondo waited a few minutes, watchin’ the surroundin’ area to make sure there was no activity caused by their movement or the approachin’ vehicles. After he was sure things were stable for the moment he moved farther back into the shadows an’ retreated along the same path Valentine took.  
 
 Below, Hillshire an’ Jeanie pull up beside the truck where Valentine stood. Hillshire, Triela, Jeanie, an’ one of her body guards got out of their prospective vehicles an’ approached Valentine.
 
Hillshire: Where is Hondo?
 
Valentine: He’ll be along.  
 
Hillshire: I did not ask when he will be here. Where is he?
 
 From a few yards behind Hillshire came the answer.
 
Hondo: I’m right here.
 
Hillshire: You should not sneak up on someone like that at a time like this.
 
Hondo: You should be more aware of yur surroundin’s at a time like this. Turn yur back to the wrong spot for too long an’ yur dead. Speakin’ of that, why the hell did ya come straight here?  
 
Hillshire: They are not watching. They are understaffed and the new guards are untrained.
 
Hondo: Are you a complete idiot?
 
Hillshire: How dare you call me an idiot!
 
Hondo: I didn’t call ya anythin’. I asked a question.
 
Hillshire: I am not an idiot. We have taken down 100 or more of these would be American drug dealers.
 
Hondo shook his head in disgust.
 
Hondo: Haven’t ya been listenin’ at these meetin’s we’ve been havin’?
 
Hillshire: Yes, of course I have listened!
 
Valentine: Doesn’t sound like you’ve listened.
 
Hillshire: What do you mean?
 
Hondo: Hector Hatfield, AKA El Jefe Grande, will not let his guard down. I bet ya 10 to 1 he knows we’re here.  Had ya been more careful we could have kept him in the dark longer or at least peaked his curiosity enough to make him string out some of his help. Yeah, he doesn’t maybe have all the guards he used to have, but he’s a rat. A cornered rat is the most dangerous, believe you me. I killed him once. This same cyborg shit y’all use is what brought him back too! Someone with that kinda money isn’t hidin’ an’ vulnerable. So smarten up or leave.
 
Jeanie: He knows we are going to come to him. This is his home here. He has the advantage. You would do well to listen.
 
Hillshire: I am the SWA officer in charge here and I will not be ordered by any of you.
 
Hondo turned to him, obviously pissed off, an’ walked up to Hillshire. He got right close, face to face with Hillshire so that he could see the veins in Hondo's neck as his muscles tightened. Hondo spoke through grit teeth, in low, harsh tones.
 
Hondo: I don’t know who ya think ya are or who I am, but git this straight, I don’t care ‘bout you or this little piece of shit country of yurs. I don’t care ‘bout yur problems, successes, fears, loves, hates, friends, or enemies. What I care ‘bout is those folks that came with me, my friends who trust me, an’ takin’ down this son of a bitch an’ his operation! He has taken an’ killed those that I cared for. I will stop at nothin’ to get him. I’ll go through you an’ your whole #$@!in’ country ifin I hafta to see that this bastard is put down like the mad-dog he is!! Now your place is backin’ us up; not leadin’! You back us up an’ you get the honor of tellin’ your boss that this scum in yur country was put down on yur watch an’ any information they have on yur Padania terrorists is now yurs. Ya fail to back us up or hinder us an’ either myself, Fernando, or both of us will tear yur organization down an’ make all y’all wish ya never existed. An' believe you me, you will wish for death but it’ll not come soon enough!
 
Hillshire (hissed): Are you threatening me?
 
Hondo: No. Merely statin’ fact. You can know yur place an’ stand with us or ya can stand against us. There is no other choice. All other choices 'sides standin’ with us fit into the “against us” spot. Yur move, Chess Master.
 
Hillshire: As much as it pains me to say it, I know you are a man of your word. I also would not put it past you or Fernando to take us down again, though you might be surprised how much harder it would be this time. Unfortunately we cannot afford the bad P.R. it would bring us to fight your group and I have been ordered to help you. Just know this. I was given the opportunity to let another group help you. I chose to go with you. I just think I should lead.
 
Hondo: That is not up for debate. You're back-up an’ will follow the plan that was laid out ifin y’all plan to be a part of this.
 
Hillshire: Alright. You lead. But hear this, this plan fails and the blood of your group is on your head, not mine. We will back you up the best we can.
 
Hondo: An’ what proof do I have that you’ll hold up your end an’ not run away or shoot us in the back?
 
Hillshire: That we will do our part, you will just have to trust us. That we will not shoot you in the back, well, I am not stupid. You have extra back-up with that Asian woman and her men, plus Fernando will ask questions if you do not come back. I need at least one of you two alive to take the blame off of us. As you Americans say, "you can bet your Wellingtons on it."
 
Hondo: Boots.
 
Hillshire: What?
 
Hondo: Boots, you can bet your boots, oh, never mind. I’m trustin’ you then.
 
Jeanie stepped up an’ cleared her throat.
 
Jeanie: It is no longer a time for talking.
 
Hondo: Yeah, yur right. It’s that time. Y’all ready to git dangerous?
 
Everyone either nodded or voice that they were ready. Hondo stood there for a moment lookin’ from one to another of them.
 
Hondo: Alright. Jeanie, get a lookout in this buidin’ then get the rest of ya a block over an’ in position for a snatch an’ grab. Take my truck with ya an’ have it ready to bug-out in case of an emergency. Hillshire, we’ll ride with you to the SWA groupin’ spot. We’ll storm the place from there since there is more cover from that approach, as talked ‘bout in our last meetin’. Now, Let’s Go!