Fernando gets to Rome a few minutes after Marco does, making his way to the St. Lorenzo General Hospital. He curses the Roman traffic along the way.
 
He knows that he is taking a chance in going to the hospital but it is a chance that he is going to take. In his mind Anne should have taken her action to escape by now, but there was no chatter on the emergency frequencies. There could be a possibility on the situation being kept in-house, which would be stupid on their part with massive casualties to be the end result if they do. He presses on the gas pedal, crossing a red light and blaring his horn as he zooms across the intersection.
 
In another five minutes of city traffic,  Fernando was pulling into the hospital parking lot. He parks his car in a parking slot closest to the hospital’s main entrance and steps out of the vehicle. Aisapi, the car’s artificial intelligence system, secures itself as Fernando walks away. Going through the swinging doors, Fernando make his way to the information booth line, which was filled with family members waiting to get visiting passes. He decides to cut the line, expecting trouble.
 
Trouble comes in the form of a large Mafiaso type in a suit holding flowers in one arm, yelling, “Mira madri fonguli..!” (‘Look here mother #$@!er...!’)
 
The threat is met with having a large bore caliber gun pointed to his face. Those behind and around him panic and charge out of the area looking for cover. Fernando steps backwards to the information desk, giving it a quick glance to see where everything was. Once at the information booth, he yells, “Morgue!”
 
The panicked booth attendant chatters the instructions in a hurried pace that no one could understand. Despite it, Fernando makes some sense if the finger pointing to the hallway. He decides to leave in that direction, where a couple of nervous guards were there holding their night sticks. As he steps across the Apache line, the two guards step in and swing their sticks at Fernando. The one at his left swings at his head, is blocked and gets a solid fast blow to his nose. He reels back unconscious against the wall with his nose broken. The other swings for the mid section, hitting as hard as he could. Fernando does not flinch on impact, three layers of ballistic protection doing its job if keeping the force of impact to a minimum. Fernando takes the night stick and yanks is from the guard’s grasp, and then grabs his ear and twists it in the motherly fashion he learned from mom. The guard could only bend over in a twisted flaying arms form to lessen the pain as much as possible.
 
“You’re coming with me...”, Fernando hisses at him and he leads him by the ear. The guard could only whimper with each step he took. It takes two long and grueling minutes to get to the morgue.
 
Once down the hall facing the morgue, he sees Alessandro and Petrushka by the morgue entrance. They see him as he approaches them with the guarding whimpering as he took steps in an awkward and twisted way. They draw their guns as he got closer. Fernando stops when he is within ten feet from them. With a hard push, he throws the guard to the floor.
 
“‘Sandro, you read your message about Protocol 51-3?”, Fernando tells him as the guard quickly crawls away.
 
“What message?”, Alessandro asks.
 
“Go look on your cellphone. I promise not to do anything.”, Fernando answers.
 
Alessandro give him a scowl before reaching for his phone. He fingers through the touch screen at the various messages. “From Director Petris? Hmmm… Petrushka, it says for you to establish Protocol 51-3 by order of Director Petris. Know what it is?”
 
Petra does not answer but puts away her gun.
 
“Petra?”, Alessandro asks.
 
“I suggest you read the rest of that message.”, Fernando tell him.
 
Alessandro continues to read the message though he did not want too, “By special order I command all fratello teams to cease and desist any and all standing orders to capture, arrest and detain Fernando G at all costs. He is under special orders from both I and his agency to capture and terminate the terrorist Anne. You are to assist him and comply to his orders. Any fratello units and Section One and Two agents not willing to comply to these orders are to see me to discuss about the rest of their careers with Public Safety.” He looks up at Fernando, “I don’t believe this.”
 
“Dare to question it, or are we entering that room?”, Fernando asks.
 
“And if we enter the room, what do you expect?”, Alessandro asks.
 
“Tell, during the time you and your cyborg was here, did anyone entered or leave this area?”, Fernando asks.
 
“Uhm... There was a female doctor leaving from the other room. She had her arm in a sling.”, Alessandro explains.
 
“That was Anne!”, Fernando exclaims, “Now open the door!”
 
“How could that be Anne? The rooms are not connected. Besides, aint she dead?”, Alessandro replies.
 
“Open that door and we will find out if she is. I say a thousand euros that she is not in there and that doctor was Anne.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“So, who’s going in first?”, Alessandro asks.
 
“Send in your cyborg to scout the area but not to touch anything and come back to tell us the results.”, Fernando answers.
 
“Good enough. Petra, you got that?”, Alessandro agrees and asks his cyborg.
 
“Yes, Sandro.”, Petrushka answers.
 
Taking the keys from his pocket, Alessandro opens the door to let Petruska in. Fernando steps back from the door to make himself less of a threat to them. In a minute Petrushka opens the door and stands in the doorway, keeping it open.
 
“There is a dead body in there and a few open lockers in the other room.”, Petra says.
 
“There should be dead bodies in there, it’s the morgue.”, Alessandro replies in an annoyed tone.
 
“The dead body is on the floor.”, Petra explains herself further.
 
“Why didn’t you say so… never mind.”, Alessandro says as he runs into the room. Fernando signals for Petrushka to enter further into the room before entering and following Alessandro. He walks up to the examination room where Alessandro was checking the carotid pulse on the body. “He’s dead.”, Alessandro says.
 
“Too bad for him. But the question remains, where’s Anne?”, Fernando walks about the place and finds the locker room with its own exit door. “You owe me a thousand euros.”
 
“I owe you nothing!”, Alessandro says as he walks into the locker room behind Fernando, seeing the other exit door. “Shit. I need to call Marco on this.”
 
“Go ahead. I’ll be right next to you, not touching any of the evidence.”, Fernando tells him.
 
Alessandro just scowls at him as he takes out his cell phone. A few taps on the screen, he puts the cellphone to his ear. In a few seconds, Marco answers his phone.
 
“Yes ‘Sandro?”, Marco asks.
 
“We have a situation at the hospital.”, Alessandro  begins to explain, “The doctor is dead and Anne’s body is missing.”
 
“What?!!”, Marco yells on the phone.
 
“The doctor is dead and Anne is missing.”, Alessandro repeats himself.
 
“I heard you the first time.”, Marco replies angrily.
 
“Fernando is also here, and I need an explanation on this...*”, Alessandro tries to explain but Marco interrupts him.
 
“What do you mean he’s there? Put him on the phone now!”, Marco holds back from yelling.
 
Alessandro looks at Fernando for a second as he takes the iPhone off his ear and puts it on speaker phone mode. He then stretches out his arm to give Fernando the phone, saying, “Marco wants to talk to you and he does not sound happy.”
 
Fernando takes the cellphone from Alessandro, “I don’t care if he’s tip toeing through the tulips with Jean. Oh, hello Marco. Tip toeing through the tulips with Jean?”
 
“I told you, you are not to go to the hospital looking for Anne!”, Marco tells him sternly for all to hear.
 
“Consider your team lucky that they did not confront Anne or you would have a dead fratello team to deal with and I would be calling for assistance on them. If I didn’t come, they would be found dead, what hours? Days when you come to check up on them? And remember Director Petris’ orders. You are to help me. Not me help you but I will offer what assistance is required after I think about it.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“You were ordered not to be there. Besides, how did you know where she was?”, Marco tells him sternly before asking.
 
“Your biggest mistake is using St. Lorenzo for everything.  If it wasn’t for that it would have taken me longer to go through 9 more hospitals with Morgue facilities. Now, how about discussing what we found?”, Fernando answers and then questions as he walks to the doctor’s body.
 
“What have you found?”, Marco sternly asks.
 
“Mind you, Alessandro is touching everything and leaving fingerprints behind, not me. But looking at the doctor, red bruising around the neck under the chin. She probably cracked his trachea, but that is not what killed the poor doctor...”, Fernando began explaining.
 
“Then what killed him?”, Marco asks in an annoyed tone.
 
“Think about it, Marco. His neck was snapped, as the odd angle his head is in comparison to the rest of his body. Death was instant, at least she did not let him suffer for too long. Lets. There is this locker area we just found. You guys probably did not check it when you brought body over here.”, Fernando answers.
 
“What about the locker room?”, Marco continues to ask in his annoyed tone.
 
“I was getting to that. First I have to enter it and see what Alessandro broke this time.”, Fernando replies.
 
“I did not break a thing!”, Alessandro yells out to be heard.
 
“Anyways. Looks like several lockers are open, and don’t know what may be missing but the clothes Anne was wearing are here on the floor. Hmmm… Alessandro, check the doctor’s body for his personal effects. I doubt he will have any.”, Fernando explains to Marco and then to Alessandro.
 
“I don’t remember you being my supervising commander.”, Alessandro says to him.
 
“Go search the doctor’s body for his personal effects.”, Marco tells him from the speaker phone.
 
Alessandro follows his orders. It only takes a few seconds for find nothing outside of his clipped on ID Tag. “There’s nothing on him.”, he says.
 
“If you know his name, you should check DMV records for his personal vehicle. I’ll bet a luxury car that belongs to him is missing from the parking lot.”, Fernando says out loud.
 
“Why a luxury car?”, Marco asks.
 
“Seen the hospital staff parking lot?”, Fernando asks and says, “Its full of Mercedes, Lexues, Infinities, Audis, and couple large American cars. I seriously doubt our dead medic will be driving a Toyota.”
 
“Then consider this as an order, do not leave the place until I get there with a clean up crew. Got that?”, Marco demands from the iphone.
 
“Sure, why not. I’m not not here when you get here, I’ll be upstairs hacking a vending machine for a free snacks.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Stay there and don’t anything stupid!”, Marco almost yells. Having heard enough of this dead end discussion, Fernando hangs up the phone and shuts it off before handing it back to Alessandro.
 
“I’ll be back from the cafeteria. You and your cyborg want anything? Soda, pastries, coffee?”, Fernando asks.
 
“Your orders are for you to stay here.”, Alessandro tells him.
 
“I would like to see you try to enforce an order that does not pertain to me for I am not a member of your agency. Now, lets see – Coffee, light, two sugars? I’ll be back”, Fernando tells him. He then walks out the open door at the main room. He returns from the hospital cafeteria in less then ten minutes.
 
Marco arrives with Angie twenty minutes after Fernando’s return, seeing him finishing off a pastry and a coffee. Looking around to survey the scene, Marco does not like what he sees. He walks to the far end of the locker room, pulls out his cellphone and makes a call to Priscilla.
 
“Hello, Priscilla? Yes. What you have on the doctor doing Anne’s autopsy? OK. What kind of car does he drive? A beige Lexus? You got the license plate? Good. Get an APB on it. Anne’s escape and may have taken the doctor’s vehicle. The doctor is dead. We need a clean up crew here. I’ll call Ferro later. Thank you.”, he says into his cellphone. He then steps back to the other room where Fernando stood at the doorway.
 
“Well?”, Fernando asks.
 
“A Beige Lexus. Police will be looking for it.”, Marco answers.
 
“And that will scare her from getting to it when they find it and surround it. Besides, she probably used it to take her somewhere, not bring her back.”, Fernando explains.
 
“Then what, we cant find her after that?”, Marco asks.
 
“It’s a general area if she is there. I doubt she would stay, let alone drive the same car to a destination but rather a to pick up point.”, Fernando explains.
 
“You think you are up to taking her down?”, Marco asks.
 
“I made a mistake once of not killing her. I’m not going to make that same mistake again.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“You are going to have to play you’re A-game.”, Marco explains.
 
“What do you mean by that?”, Fernando asks.
 
“There is a ninety percent chance that Anne has been repaired.”, Marco answers.
 
“How are you sure of that?”, Fernando asks.
 
“We caught one of our own with a repair tool kit and an empty parts box. We have him in detention and are questioning him as we speak.”, Marco answers.
 
“Bianchi again.”, Fernando says before taking a sigh. He says as he steps to the doorway, “Marco. Get to the safe house and untie Tammy.”
 
“Where are you going?”, Marco asks.
 
“Out to get more doughnuts. Where you think I’m going!”, Fernando says before leaving through the door.
 
Fernando runs down the hall and up the stairs, making his way through the maze of halls that a hospital can be. He eventually gets out to the parking lot and into his Porsche.
 
Meanwhile down stairs, Marco looks at Alessandro, “Don’t touch anything.” He then signals to Angie to follow him. Together they leave the room.
 
Fernando makes it to well to do apartment in the rich part of Rome after hiding his Porsche several blocks away in a hotel in door parking lot. He sits hidden in the living room and waits. He checks his gun’s bullets as he waits, and switches to a full magazine.
 
Anne arrives to one of her many homes in Rome, carrying a couple of bags of groceries. She quietly takes to the kitchen, not knowing she was alone. Fernando keeps quiet as he sees her shadow pass by him. A loud ‘thunk’ tells him that she has put her groceries one of the kitchen shelves. The rustling of the bags says she’s putting away what ever she had bought at the stores.
 
Fernando crawls his away to the kitchen area, slowly getting up at the doorway. As he hears her go to the refrigerator one more time, he steps in front of the doorway with his gun aimed at her. She turns around to get to the bag and sees him at the doorway.
 
“You should have shot me when I had my back towards you.”, Anne tells him.
 
“Only a coward shots anyone in the back.”, Fernando replies.
 
“So what’s keeping you? Shoot already!”, Anne shouts at him.
 
“No. Consider yourself under arrest.”, her tells her.
 
“You’re joking.”, she replies.
 
“I don’t joke.”, Fernando says, adding, “For murder of a federal agent, grand theft of American equipment from an American facility, physical hacking and theft of American servers in an American facility, terrorism by bombing of an American airline, murder of several individuals on that plane including the Rescue Rangers, UN Staff and members of the SWA. And there is more.”
 
“BULLSHIT! NO ONE WAS ON THAT PLANE!”, Anne yells  out.
 
“For all that you’re facing the death sentence in American alone. You’re facing a termination order by the Italian government. With me you get to live long enough to see trial.”, Fernando tells her.
 
She reaches into the refrigerator behind her and throws a jar of olives at him, missing him by inches. He shakes his head at her.
 
“You missed.”, he tells her.
 
She gets frustrated. He pulls back on the trigger on his weapon.
 
“You know Anne. If you didn’t run away, I was going to make you suffer for you did to me.”, Fernando tells her, “But I see Bianchi rebuilt you. That bastard.” He lets out a sigh. “Anything he gives you, I can take away.”, he says before shooting her in the shoulder, and blowing out the rebuilt cybernetics inside. She instinctively clutches at the wounded area.
 
He follows his aim on her as she slides down onto the floor. As soon as she is on her rear end on the floor. He shifts his aim to her other shoulder and lets out another shot. Her hand holding the wounded shoulder suddenly drops to her lap. His aim shifts and he shoots her at both hips and knees, then the ankles on both legs and the elbows and wrists on both arms. He puts down his shooting arm and takes out a cellphone. He makes a call to Marco. The call gets answered on the third ring.
 
“Hello Marco. Where are you? Get a crew over to me. I have Anne incapacitated. No, she’s alive but she will not be moving under her own power. Exterminate her? Not for you people. You want her dead, kill her yourself. And get Ferro to call off the police before they come here. In thirty minutes? I see. I’ll wait for your arrival.”, Fernando says to the phone before closing it and putting it away. Then he looks at Anne.
 
“The SWA will be here to enact on a termination order on your skank ass for everyone you have ever killed, everything you have ever bombed, every terror plot you involved yourself in. May the lord be more merciful towards your soul. I will not be if we are meet again.”, he tells her.
 
“Why don’t you kill me here and now.”, Anne taunts at him.
 
“I don’t outright kill anyone unless it is in self defense. Being faster on the draw, I can outdraw and outshoot most people when they reach for the guns. So I am not going to shoot you here in the condition you are in. Let the little girls who you tried to kidnap or destroy do that for you.”, he tells her. He then reaches for a chair and puts it where he stands and sits down on it. “If you want forgiveness, you are not having it from me.”, he tells her.
 
“Go #$@! yourself.”, Anne tells him.
 
“It would not take much to do such to your ass. But I do not need to rape you to prove a point. I already have a loving wife who will do anything I ask. You remember Tammy. You made her a widow and forced me into hiding for several months. You also wanted to eliminate her so you can have Bink. Tammy is that little cyborg’s blood and flesh sister from the same mother. You can not eliminate that kind of a bond. Never. Not even in death will you be able to eliminate that bond and one day Bink would find out what you did to her sister and kill you for killing her and it would only taken a matter of time. And then what? You will be using her in your terrorist acts. You will not change. You will continue to do bad, hurt and kill innocent people because you believe that people like you are above it all and they are just collateral damage. Why? Because you have money? Because you can sway political thinking in this country? You’re just a stupid rich brat who thinks she can have it her way. Well, life it not Burger King; you cant have it your way all the time. Too bad you only have less than a hour to change to a better life.”, he tells her.
 
“Just you wait. When I’m gone there will be somebody worse than I to take my place, and that person will show no mercy to any of you all!”, Anne tells him.
 
“Then I wont hesitate to put a bullet into his head. At least I give you the respect you never gave me to sit here and watch you die when they come for you.”, Fernando replies.
 
“You can bend over and shove that respect up your ass.”, she spits out at him.
 
“Then have it your way.”, Fernando says as he walks away, taking the chair with him. He rests at against the sofa’s armrest, out of her view but he being able to see the entrance of the kitchen.
 
In several more minutes the SWA Staff enters the private home with Marco in the lead and Tammy in tow. Angie walks in an scouts the place, where Fernando points to the kitchen. Angie stops at the kitchen entrance, aiming her gun at Anne and signals for Marco to arrive. He, Tammy, the other cyborgs and their handlers gather, looking at her.
 
Marco turns to Fernando who nods at him.
 
“Tammy. You need to step outside and wait for me by the car.”, Marco tells her.
 
Fernando steps up to her and takes her by the wrist, and leads her out the private home.  They can hear Marco give Anne her final decree.
 
“By orders of the Italian National Republic, we the members of the SWA and Public Safety and Law Enforcement Section Two enact this termination order against you: Anne Rossellini, also known as Padania and the Five Republics’ Bomb Builder Franca for high crimes and treason, for the destruction of property, life and limb against your government and your fellow citizens. You have any last words before we enact on this order?", Marco tells her.
 
“Go #$@! yourselves.”, Anne tells him with tears running down her face.
 
Once they are outside, Marco gives the order to shoot Anne – head shots only. The three cyborgs take aim and release a single volley of rounds fired into her forehead area. The shots fired were barely audible to Fernando’s ears as he leans against Marco’s car holding Tammy in place next to him. She pushes off and looks at him.
 
“They killed her yet?”, Tammy asks.
 
“From the sound of it, they did.”, Fernando answers.
 
“I’m glad Bink was not there.”, Tammy replies.
 
“So she would not be part of a firing squad?”, Fernando asks.
 
“That too. I just don’t want her to kill so easily. Like you say, only in self defense and when there are no options left.”, Tammy explains.
 
“Yeah.”, Fernando replies.
 
“So why did you not kill her?”, Tammy asks.
 
“I wanted her to suffer, not kill her unless it was in self defense and if there are no options to leave her alive.”, Fernando answers.
 
“You had your chance.”, Tammy points out.
 
“I don’t kill the weak or the defenseless. And she was weak and defenseless because I made her that way. She has crimes to atone too, and I am not going to be judge, jury and executioner for her. That is another person’s job to do.”, Fernando explains.
 
“I see. Want to go home?”, Tammy says and asks.
 
“I’ll go home. You got to stay with your superiors.”, Fernando tells her. He then steps away from her and starts walking away.
 
“Fernando, I’m sorry!”, Tammy yells at him when he reaches the intersection.
 
He continues to walk to the hotel parking garage to his Porsche. He sits down in the driver’s seat for a while. The key gets put into its ignition, and the engine gets turned on. The Porsche slowly drives out of the hotel garage and down the street.

Fernando takes his time to drive back to the safe house, not exceeding the speed limit as he usually does. Thus it takes him almost 90 minutes to dive the distance. He looks at the rearview mirrors occasionally, finding nobody was following. Once on the driveway, he drives to the rear of the house. He parks the car on its usual spot and sits in the car for several minutes.
 
He thinks about Hondo’s mission should have started by now. If there as no hitches in the mission, Hondo and his crew should be returning around 5 or 6 o’clock. He also thinks about the victory against Anne, finding no comfort in it. There was little to take in other that is was over. At least with Anne, Franco and Christiano Savonarola dead, Padania terrorist activity will drop to almost zero. He’s sure that during the civil peace, arrests will be made, and Tammy will play a role in those arrests along with Bink at her side to protect her when needed.
 
The few problems that remains is at the café, and Misao herself he thinks to himself. There is no way in his mind that a simple mission in Japan will solve their problems with organized crime. Anytime there is a society, there will be those in that society that will work against it for their self promotion. In the least he believes that he should have a sit down with Misao and discuss the terms of such a mission with his authority to refuse on any condition or reason.
 
The keys get pulled out of the ignition and put into his pockets. He opens the door and steps out of the car, looking about the place and seeing nothing out of the ordinary. The door closes and he walks about the car, noting every scratch and ding on its molded painted exterior. The good thing about black painted cars is that it takes a lot to show off any scrapes on it; especially when the primer coat is also black, then it could take a hard scrape to bare metal to show off any damage. What small damage he finds can be easily repaired at the local auto paint station he knows that does only exotic cars back in New York City.
 
Getting into the house, he walks straight to the kitchen where he takes a drink of water and prepares a roast beef and Swiss cheese sandwich on a plate. Thirty seconds in the microwave makes it medium rare, a can of Pepsi completes the meal which he puts in the table to eat. He takes his time to eat the snack but it always seems that he had gulped down the meal in just a couple of minutes.
 
With the can in the trash and the plate in the dishwasher, he sits on the single living room seat looking at the TV which is turned off. A floating ball of light randomly circles about the room the room.
 
“Tink.”, Fernando says out loud.
 
The tiny ball of light lands on the arm rest of the chair he is in, and flashes brightly in an explosion of light. The fairy in a green dress sits on the arm rest with her legs crossed at the knee and she leaning against him caressing his face.
 
“Tinkerbell…”, Fernando tells her.
 
“You know I’m not supposed to talk in this world.”, Tinkerbell replies.
 
“You’re not supposed to talk in any world except to other fairies.”, Fernando explains.
 
“I know, and we both know Queen Mab made exceptions to a few on this world, with you being on top of that list.”, Tinkerbell reminds him.
 
He just looks at her sternly, “What brings you here?”
 
“You.”, Tinkerbell answers, then adds, “Look, we know because she was too deep in that world of evil, you could not save her. And if it were not for you taking action, she would have left Rome as a smoldering crater in just a few years. In short, you saved millions of lives that would be destroyed because of her. And you reunited a pair of sisters doing so.”
 
“I don’t need to be reminded of what needed to be done and why.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“You also married that squirrel girl.”, Tinkerbell adds.
 
“It does not matter to me what happens because of that. She’s willing to allow herself into the entanglement of such a relationship, I am not going to deny myself that I have for so many years and I will do right by her as long as she does right by me, which she didn’t on these past days.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Well... if you can find it in your heart, please forgive her. I can tell you that she got caught up in the excitement to capture Anne and you were  the way of that capture.”, Tinkerbell tries to explain.
 
“Tammy got lucky. I am tired. And I am glad that this is over. ”, Fernando says to her.
 
“So, I have to ask. Which Fernando are you?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Why do you want to know?”, Fernando asks.
 
“If you are the Fernando I know, then you are married to that squirrel girl. If you are a new Fernando, then you are not married to her.”, Tinkerbell answers.
 
“Let me answer it to you this way, if Queen Mab found out that I know what birth mark you have is where on your body, you would be a corporeal being right now.”, Fernando tells her.
 
Tinkerbell looks at him with raised eyebrows and a dropped jaw.
 
“Should I point them out?”, Fernando says as he reaches with a pointed finger behind her.
 
“No.”, Tinkerbell almost demands, grabbing him by the wrist and moving his hand from out from behind her. She puts it on her lap, holding his hand place with both her hands. She continues, “If you are Fernando I know, explain how you came back from the dead.”
 
“I was not dead, but near death where it seemed that I was dead with help from the bio-energy pills you know about. It kept me alive long enough to be rescued and healed.”, Fernando explains.
 
“I see.”, Tinkerbell replies. She thinks for a moment before saying, “You treated Tammy badly. Very badly.”
 
“I know. I was still healing then.”, Fernando tells her.
 
He pulls his hand off from her grasp. Once he has his hand back, he gets up from the chair and starts to walk to the stairs, taking off his jacket at the same time.
 
“Where are you going?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“My bedroom.”, Fernando answers her.
 
“Well...”, Tinkerbell tries to say.
 
“Join me.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“But you’re a married man, sir.”, Tinkerbell tells him trying to be all uppity.
 
“That did not stop you before. And it wont stop you again. Now come.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“What about your wife?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“She wont be back for hours if not days.”, Fernando begins, “Furthermore she knows what relationship we have and wont question what happens between us. Now you coming upstairs or not?”
 
“There is nothing for me to go upstairs too.”, Tinkerbell tells him.
 
He turns around and faces her, “If you think that then you can leave and forget who I am and what I did to help you since you wont help me because I’m married to somebody else. Remember what we have before you leave.”
 
Fernando continues to go upstairs, losing up his shirt and tie before walking into his room. He keeps the door open for her to come in when she decides to do so, continuing to take off his clothes. Taking off the shoulder holster, he wraps it up with his gun inside and puts it away in the dresser drawer. The shirt is next which is folded up and put on the table. He sits down and takes off his shoes and sock, then gets up and takes off his pants which are also folded and placed next to the shirt on the table. The t-shirt was last to be taken off, folded and placed with the shirt and pants on the table.
 
He walks about the room before getting onto the bed, crawls under the blanket and puts the glasses on the  dresser’s top. He spends a couple of minutes staring at the ceiling before Tinkerbell walks in. She walks up to the bed and sits on its edge.
 
“Now that you have my attention, what do you want?”, Tinkerbell asks in a semi annoyed but also concerned tone.
 
“You. Your mind. Your soul. Your body. But in all honesty, if you were to take off the clothes you have on, I would not take you. I just need to know whether in righting a wrong was right by the actions taken.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Feeling guilty about what happened?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“I will dare say that I feel numb about it. And as you know, feeling numb about what happened is not a good thing.”, Fernando answers.
 
“I see.”, Tinkerbell replies, taking a few moments to think of an answer to give, “In less than five years Rome would be burning from a nuclear fire she would have ignited from her hate of the government, and you stopped it from happening. I don’t agree with what Italy is doing with the broken children they are using but it is not something to kill millions of people for.”
 
“And how do you know that Rome would have burned if she lived?”, Fernando asks.
 
“You’re not the only one who Time Travels. Its in the list of possible events in several ‘What-if’ locations. Knowing that the Italian government will not concede to their demands, she uses a nuclear device on the city. With her gone, its not going to happen.”, Tinkerbell explains.
 
“Still does the actions taken justify the results of righting a wrong?”, Fernando asks.
 
“If she would live and gotten Bink away from Tammy, she would have used her for killing others in her way and would have taken her to be dissected by Padania and the 5 Republics before sending the results to IRAS and the UN. And that would have been after she sets Rome on fire. So think, one who is so bend on destruction, one who is willing to kill millions to promote an ideal, one who does not value the sanctity of life and takes life for not, needs to be eliminated before they take another life again. Remember, she took your life and was willing to take Tammy’s life as well. So in that light, it does not matter how she was taken down as long as she was taken down because one who does not respect life as they do their own should be disrespected themselves.”, Tinkerbell explains.
 
“You sure know how to dance around a question. So what is the answer?”, Fernando asks.
 
Tinkerbell lets out a frustrated sigh. “Yes, it does because she does not respect the life of others, she needed to be disrespected herself like you did to her.”, she tells him.
 
“And if I did not acted as I did?”, Fernando asks.
 
“In her anger with the government, she will try to destroy it by destroying the city that supports it. Over a million will be instantly dead, millions more will suffer and die from the pollution created many  years later. The area of the city and many miles away from it will be a dead zone.”, Tinkerbell explains.
 
“What if I had her arrested instead of terminated?”, Fernando asks.
 
“Same thing, as soon as she was far away from the city, she would make a phone call. Then that night there would a bright light for a second and then it would seem like the sun is rising from the west, and the city and miles around it would be gone forever.”, Tinkerbell tells him. In the brief bit of silence that passes, she adds, “She has become a destroyer of all life for an idea, a killer for a political belief. She does not care anymore as long as she got her way. She was a agent who got too personal in her mission, too involved with those ideals.”
 
“What was that?”, Fernando asks with a slight growl in his voice, “Repeat the last thing you said.”
 
“She was a agent who got too personal in her mission, too involved with those ideals?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Except for Pandana and the Five Republic, who is she an agent for?”, Fernando asks.
 
“The IRAS.”, Tinkerbell answers.
 
Fernando lets out a slight growl.
 
“Something wrong?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Everything is wrong.”, Fernando answers.
 
“Everything?”, Tinerbell asks.
 
“It was the IRAS that was helping Tammy to get Bink back but all of the sudden, that help stopped. I would not be surprised if she had something to do with them ending their help. I thought it was funny that she was able to get all sorts of information about us, our whereabouts, our actions. Being an agent for the IRAS explains everything. Even in killing me, she was able to get supplies out of this house without notice, being an IRAS again would allow her to do that. She has abused the power of her position, and used it to her advantage. She wont be doing that anymore. No one else will either.”, Fernando explains.
 
“What do you intend to do?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Without Annie and Christiano, Padania and the Five Republic will fall within the next few months. But the IRAS will have to be taken down a few pegs, they are a rescue organization, not to be used to promote political ideals from those private organizations through strife and terrorism. They have questions to answer and staff to fire. They need to be reduced to what they started out to be – a rescue group. Not a political organization.”
 
“What are you going to do?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Put them in their damn place.”, Fernando answers. He slowly sits up on the bed. He reaches out with his hand towards his clothing on the table. They float over across the distance and land in front of him. “Thank you, Tink.”, he tells her.
 
“I could give you that ability.”, Tink begins, “But you would be a very dangerous person if I did.”
 
“I’m danergous enough as is.”, Fernando says as he puts on his shirt, “And I am going to be a danger to an organization who thinks they can be more than a government and their conspiracies.” After a pause to put on his pants, “Tink. Could you get Anne’s gun and identification, put it in a plastic evidence bag and put it on the table?”
 
“Isn’t that stealing?”, Tinkerbell asks?
 
“It is, but will be returned when I’m done shoving it into somebody’s face. Now will you do me the favor or shall I get the Chronoserver to do it for me?”, Fernando says and asks before getting off the bed to adjust his clothing.
 
He walks over to the table to put on his sox and shoes as he sits down. After putting on the shoes, he looks down at the table. “You going to do me that favor or not?”, he asks.
 
With a bright flash of light, the requested items along with a folder of reports about Anne. Fernando looks over the items.
 
“Thank you.”, Fernando says as he puts on his gun holster. The suit jacket comes on next before going around to the desk to put something in his pocket and and something else on his wrist. He walks over to the bed, puts a hand into a pocket and drops something in front of Tinkerbell. She looks at it, a .38NAA by American Arms Tammy’s back up weapon Fernando gave her when she joined the SWA.
 
“You know I don’t carry guns.”, Tinkerbell says to him.  
 
“Put in a suit like mine, copy my wallet and its contents and exchange my name and picture with yours, take the gun and hide the wings. You’re coming with me.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“I don’t carry guns. Now why you want me to do this?”, Tinkerbell says and asks.
 
“You are coming with me to the IRAS Headquarters in Rome.”, he says as he takes the gun, drops the magazine and starts to empty the magazine then empties the chamber. He reassembles the gun with an empty magazine and drops it in front of her again. “Now take it, put on a suit like mine, copy my wallet and make it yours and hide the wings.
 
Tinkebell floats the gun in front of her.
 
“You cant shoot an empty gun. Maybe throw it like a rock or swing it like a hammer, but you cant shoot it.”, Fernando tells her as he takes the gun from mid air and pulls back on the sliding mechanism, showing her the empty chamber.
 
She gets up off the bed and watches him go into the desk again and searches. He returns to her with one of Tammy’s small black leather carry all purse, putting the gun in it, they stare each other for a while.
 
“You better not shoot anyone in front of me.”, Tinkerbell tells him before magicly switching her appearance to match his.
 
He gathers a brief case and puts Annie’s things into it before handing over the carry all purse and closed brief case to her and starts walking out the room. She follows him to the Porsche down stairs. They get into the car and drive away at his usual triple digit speed. Only Roman traffic makes their 15 minute trip into a half hour trip but eventually they get into the parking lot of the Roma Hilton. He parks the car at his usual spot and unlocks the door for Tinkerbell remotely. He waits for her to step out by the front of the car. Instead of opening the door, Tinkerbell teleports out of the car and next to him. He shakes his head for a moment.
 
“What?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Nevermind.”, he tells her as he sides his sleeve up and scrolls his finger on a flat glass panel of his iPaw device.
 
They both disappear from the parking lot and end up in the elevator lobby on the 35th floor of a modern office building. The glass door panels are etched with IRAS letters and logo into the glass.
 
“And you complain about me teleporting out of the car?”, Tinkerbell complains.
 
“Just follow me.”, Fernando tells her as he pushes one of the doors open but finds it locked. “Damn them.”, he says to himself as he reaches into his wallet to pull out a pass key. Swiping the passkey through the slot actives the unlocking mechanism. “Lets go.”, he says as he opens the door and points for her to enter first.
 
Tinkerbell walks in with her typical seductive walk she has when she does walk, which was rare. Her tight suit just made it more so. Fernando lets out a sigh and walks in after her, then passes her to the information booth.
 
Pulling out his wallet and showing the young receptionist his CIA ID and Sheild, telling her, “Your boss is getting arrested, best for you to go home and get a job at Luigi’s Pizza.”
 
Tinkerbell does the same in showing her shield and ID at the receptionist, following him with wallets in hand through the offices. After entering into the main hallway, Fernando takes notice of the office doors and the labels on them. It only takes less than a minute to find a glass encased conference room with a meeting of suits inside. But it was not who he was looking for, and continues to walk down the hall.
 
Tinkerbell picks up her pace to be beside him, “Who are we looking for?”
 
“The executive regional director”, Fernando answers.
 
“Oh... but wouldn’t he or she be in that meeting in that other room?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“No. Even if he were, I want us to be alone with him in his office.”, Fernando answers in the coldest tone possible.
 
Taking  a right and then a left turn, Fernando walks into the executive secretarial area, looking over the secretaries typing away. He walks over to the closest one, making sure she sees his wallet with the shield and ID inside.
 
“Tell your friends here to have a three hour lunch. We’re here to arrest your boss.”, Fernando tells her.
 
The secretary looks up at him and then at Tinkerbell behind him who nods back at her showing her sheild and ID as well. She then nods. Fernando turns to a pair of doors on the opposite wall, reading each label on them and finding the one for ‘Executive Regional Director.’
 
Grabbing the door knob and giving it a twist, he finds it locked, but as Leon has old him, ‘Apply a half ton of force and any door knob will open its door.’ Fernando closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, giving the door knob a twist that increases in pressure until the locking mechanism gives out and the door opens.
 
Seeing this, and knowing that the door was locked, the secretaries leave their typing area and run in their high heels and tight skirts. Fernando pushes the door open.  
 
“Gloria, I told you I was to be left alone!”, an elder man yells out from behind a young female intern sitting on his desk facing him.
 
The door closes after Tinkerbell walks in, Fernando pulls out his gun and walks to his desk from the side.
 
“ Gloria did not get the message. Tink – send this little one to a stall in the ladies room, and make sure she does not leave until after we do.”, Fernando say out loud.
 
Tinkerbell waves her hand, her wand invisible to all but her and Fernando. The young intern disappears with a bright flash of light, reappearing in a stall that gets locked up which she can not get out of, and the bathroom door locked as well. The old man looks at Fernando and then at Tinkerbell.
 
“How you did that?”, the elder man says to them as he sees Fernando walk to to him.
 
Fernando lets out a hard slap to his face with the back hand of his left hand, “Let me warn you that I am ambidextrous. So if you want to live, you better answer a few questions I have.” He then switches the gun to his left hand and takes his desk name plate with his right.  “Signore Timothy D. Wattamaucher” was inscribed on the plastic laden wooden prism.
 
“Timothy D. Wattamaucher... I wonder that that D. stands for... Donnel, Dwight, Damien, Donald, Duffus, Dummy, Dingbat...”, Fernando begins to say before smashing the prism on fhe desk and breaks it in several pieces.
 
Looking at the pieces of broken wood and the newly form dent on the wooden desk Fernando just formed, Mr. Wattamaucher replies in a soft scared tone, “Its Daniel.”
 
“I did not hear you. Tink, you hear that?”, Fernando asks. Tinkerbell only shakes her head. “Answer and answer loudly for all to hear.”, Fernando adds.
 
“You’re not going to get away with this!”, Mr Wattamaucher tells him.
 
“No? Tink. Send us tot he roof and restore this room to before we walked in on this pervert.”, Fernando says. Tinkerbell nods as Fernando asks the director, “How old is the intern? 16? 17?” They all disappear in a flash of light and the room restored to before when they came in.
 
Once on the roof, Fernando grabs Mr. Wattamaucher by his tie and leans him over the edge of the roof.
 
“I’m tired of this, now that intern’s age.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“She’s 15!”, Mr. Wattamaucher tells him nervously, “She’s the daughter of one of my managers!”
 
Fernando pulls him back off the ledge and pushes him to the outside wall of the elevator motor service room. He taps the director on his chest lightly before taking a few steps away, turns around and aims his gun at the director.
 
“Anne Rossellini was one of your field agents. What level agent was she and what was she doing on the Bink Polancco case?”, Fernando asks in a demanding tone.
 
“I am not privy to say who our agents are and what cases they are involved in.”, Mr. Wattamaucher tells him.
 
“Alright, have it your way.”, Fernando tells him, “Just to warn you. I have ways of making you talk, but I have much more enjoyable ways of watching you die. Now which one shall it be?” He pulls up on the sleeve and slides on his finger on the Paw device on it. They disappear in a flash of light and in a fancy apartment suit but there were no windows except for rooms connecting to it which were locked.
 
Fernando points to the table, Tinkerbell puts the brief case on it and opens it. Fernando goes through the documents inside. Next to the brief case he places Anne’s guns on the table.
 
“Lets see.”, Fernando walks away reading the folder, “Anne Rossellini, aka Caterina, aka, Franca – the terrorist bomber and card carrying member of Padania...”
 
“Who are you, where am I and how we got here?”, Mr. Wattamaucher complains.
 
“How am I? I’m from the future, and I will tell you this much, you are in a secret place in Rome and it is with my technology from the future that you were brought here to answer questions. If you answer the questions wrong, I will kill you and you will be found as a dead drunk derelic in some alley in Rome tonight. Answer the questions correctly, and you get to live until you crash your car in a drunken rage a few days from now because you cant handle the truth of what happens after this or you die from a heart attack five years from now. Either way I’m shutting down the IRAS starting with you first. The choice it yours. Oral sex with a minor still sex with a minor which in Italy is a guaranteed jail sentence.”, Fernando tells him.
 
Mr. Wattamaucher gulps.
 
“Now about Agent Anne Rossellini and the Bink Polancco Case.”, Fernando demands.
 
“How about you ask her yourself.”, Mr. Wattamaucher tells him.
 
“I would, if she was not dead. Killed by a mafia termination squad.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Now I know you’re lying. I spoke to her just this afternoon.”, Mr. Wattamaucher tells him.
 
Fernando walks up to him, opening and folding back the report cover, showing the title page to the director, ‘Autopsy Report of Anne Rossellini’ which has a picture of her face on it.
 
“It happened two hours ago. Should I flip to her autopsy photos and show you?”, Fernando says to him.
 
“No #$@!ing way! I had just spoke to her this afternoon!”, Director Wattamaucher tells him.
 
“Now about IRAS Agent Anne Rossellini and the Bink Polancco Case.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“If you’re from the future, then you should know!”, Director Wattamaucher tell him.
 
“Somebody from the future that we are chasing killed Anne. This messes up the Time Line as she was not to die for another five years when she takes this job too far. Somebody linked to her and the Bink Polancco case. Now, the details we don’t have.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Seems to me you already know everything.”, Director tells him.
 
Fernando puts down the autopsy report and smacks him harder than before, knocking the director onto the floor.
 
“Next time I smack you I’m breaking your jaw. Now speak or else I’m killing you if you remain quiet.”, Fernando tells him.
 
The director whimpers and cries, saying between the sobs, “I don’t know what you want to know!”
 
“Why was Tammy Squirrel, adult sister of Bink Polancco, never notified of her sister’s hospitalization when the Polancco family was attacked? According to all records we have, it was Agent Anne Rossellini who had a hand in that information. Was she under orders or working alone?”, Fernando asks of him.
 
“I don’t know, she was probably working alone!”, the director lets out between sobs.
 
“Now, Wattamaucher. Why is it that I don’t believe you?”, Fernando tells him, then turns to Tinkerbell and points to a far away chair, “Tink, bring me the comfy chair.”
 
Tinkerbell waves her invisible wand and the chair slides over to Fernando. Fernando positions it to the table where anyone sitting on it could read the autopsy report. He helps Director Wattamaucher to sit on it.
 
“According to the report, Agent Rossellini was a aupervising field agent searching for wrong doings of the Italian government. That would make her accountable to you. But then again, why was she working with low lifes, rougues and criminals? Seems to me she was so covert in her activities that she forgot who she is. Is that true?”, Fernando explains and asks.
 
“I don’t knOOOYEOWW--*!!!”, Director Wattamaucher says before yelling out and writhing on the seat. It stops as suddenly as it starts.
 
“I forgot to tell you. That seat and all the others, along with the table and the tiles on the floor are electrified with the Isreali Auto Anti Theft System. Answer a question with ‘I don’t know’, and you’ll get 40,000 volts with increasing length of time.”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Why are you doing this to me?!!!”, Director Wattamaucher begs.
 
“I told you, ‘I have ways of making you talk, but I have much more enjoyable ways of watching you die. Now which one shall it be?’ Now, which one shall it be?”, Fernando tells him.
 
“Alright. I’ll tell you everything.”, Director Wattamaucher nervously says as he wipes his tears.
 
“I’m waiting.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Anne was under orders to trace what was happening to little girls who suddenly disappeared from hospitals, and she was tracking the Polancco girl.”, Director Wattamaucher tells her.
 
“Under who’s orders.”, Fernando demands.
 
“The UN and US Military Intelligence Agency.”, Director Wattamaucher answers.
 
Fernando looks at him in awe through his dark glasses but his lower face shows anger.
 
“I see. Tink, restore him of his bodily status before we met and return him and the girl to his room as they were. Erase his and her memories of this meeting.”, Fernando says.
 
Before the director would say, “Huh?”, he disappears in a flash of light from the room.
 
“You going to shut down the IRAS?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“Cant. I can deal with the UN, but not the US-MIA.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“US-MIA?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“I’m part of the CIA, Central Intelligence Agency, which is a civilian organization which uses the military at times for assistance. The MIA is the military version of the CIA, and does not require civilian agency permission to do what as they want and please. They operate on their own and has been known to kill CIA Operatives who get in their way. They don’t scare me for they can not harm me, but they can harm my friends and family which includes you. That I do not want.”, Fernando answers.
 
“So, Anne...”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“She was way too deep to have gotten out on her own. If she would have gotten Bink or the other girls, the MIA would have gotten them, not Padania though she would have thought she handed them over to Padania. Those girls would have been a template for an army of  child and adult soliders for the MIA.”, Fernando tells her.
 
“Then what do we do?”, Tinkerbell asks.
 
“We, nothing. I’ll deal with the MIA when I can on my own. Right now, take us and Asiapi Porsche home. I am going to need some alone time with you because of this. Put me to sleep for the next 3 hours and stay with me  when I wake up. I need to dream up of a solution for this. But wake me earlier if Hondo and the others arrive home.”, Fernando tells her.
 
With a wave of her hand, the room gets restored and they disappear to the safe house with the Porsche parked outside. The evidence gets sent back to where it came from. In his room, Fernando sleeps in his bed with just his briefs on as he likes to sleep that way. Tinkerbell in under the covers with him, laying on her side facing him and brushing the hair away from his forehead.

In the passing hours, Tammy is in her SWA Dorm Room on her agency computer typing up her report. Some 1200 words and 9 pages, she was getting nowhere fast with the details she did not know but only her husband knows. For her it has been a crazy few days, being dragged into a situation and needing to deal with it and her husband. Ferro walk through the open door way, stopping to look at Tammy staring at her computer screen.
 
“That report ready yet?”, Ferro says loud enough to break Tammy’s concentration.
 
“Huh?”, Tammy answers before turning to Ferro. She looks at her for a moment, “I’m sorry, I don’t have it ready yet.”
 
“Any why not?”, Ferro says as she takes a couple of steps to Tammy and then looks at her computer screen.
 
“Most of the details I do not know. Fernando did his own investigation, to get the details I need and the ending results. I was, err, dragged to where the action was.”, Tammy tries to explain.
 
“Hmmm...”, Ferro begins to think before saying, “Type up what you know and what you did and submit it. You got an hour to get it done.”
 
“OK...”, Tammy tries to reply, though Ferro was walking out the door.
 
Another fifteen minute of editing, Tammy finishes her report and submits it to Ferro’s email. She shakes her head for a moment, as she realizes that the report she submitted was less than two-thirds of what she had before but it was what she knows and what she did. Unfortunately Ferro arrives to her room with the print out of the three pages.
 
“What is this?”, Ferro asks as she shakes the printed pages of the report at Tammy.
 
“Its what you told me to send.”, Tammy replies.
 
“Its very deficent!”, Ferro tells her.
 
“I’m sorry but that is all I know!”, Tammy tells her in return.
 
“Then you will call your husband and have him give you those details.”, Ferro tells her.
 
Tammy does not want to argue, “I’ll see if I can reach him.”
 
“Do so.”, Ferro tells her before she leaves the room.
 
But she does not get far as Marco stops her not from getting too far from Tammy’s door. Tammy can hear them speak for a moment before Ferro begins to walk away. Marco stays outside for the moment, presumably watching Ferro walk to the stairs. He then walks to Tammy’s room, knocking on the door frame before walking in.
 
Tammy looks at the door way, “Oh. Its just you, Marco. What’s up?”
 
“Just wanted to see how you are doing, that’s all.” , Marco answers.
 
“I’m OK, considering.”, Tammy begins to say.
 
“Its not easy shooting somebody, even if they deserve it.”, Marco begins to say.
 
“Its not that.”, Tammy interrupts him.
 
“Oh?”, Marco asks.
 
“Its all this paper work that Ferro wants done and I cant answer any of it because my husband did so much of it.”, Tammy answers.
 
“But... you shot somebody intentionally to kill them.”, Marco tries to throw in.
 
Tammy pushes herself from her desk and turns her chair to face him, “Ms. Rossellini wanted to kill me to get Bink and reprogram her for Padana’s deeds against Italy. Furthermore she killed my husband’s agency doppelganger, forcing him into hiding and forcing me to live being a widow until his return. And according to SWA Records, she is wanted for various unsolved murders and injuries from the various bombings she and Franco are accused of. Maybe I can be forgiven for attempting to kill somebody who could not be killed by the normal means I attempted but how can she attone for her sins of conspiracy and murder of dozens of people. I did what I had to do in self defense against her actions of killing me and kidnapping Bink.”
 
“You have a right in saying that. But it leads to the question, where is Bink?”, Marco says and asks.
 
“She is in New York with somebody I can trust.”, Tammy answers.
 
“Can I ask why?”, Marco asks.
 
“The answer is simple, Marco. I do not want her exposed to murder and violence, even if it is for the enforcement of a nation’s law and peace. A child should not go through this. That is why I have her away with a family friend.”, Tammy tells her.
 
“She should be here with you.”, Marco tells her.
 
“Where she is, is none of your business. And before you pull off that ‘She’s your cyborg’ crap, she was my sister long before she became a cyborg, and for both her safety an well being, she is where I want her to be. Just like you have Angie where you want her to be.”, Tammy tells him.
 
Marco thinks and chooses his words wisely, “Bink needs her medical assessment and training, as you too need your training. The sooner she is here, the sooner that can happen.”
 
“I’ll return her when I return from my honeymoon with my husband, which will be three months from now from the time I rejoin my husband and we have a peaceful alone time together.”, Tammy tells him.
 
“And who approved this?”, Marco asks.
 
“Director Petris did, after you left to tell the others about who’s in charge when in our house. You can verify it with Chief Lorenzo if you like.”, Tammy tells him.
 
“I don’t have to verify anything.”, Marco tells her.
 
“Now why are you here?”, Tammy finally asks.
 
“Well, if you were in a more receptive mood, we handlers were going to celebrate on winning the mission, for without you, we would have not had a chance.”, Marco explains, adding, “And naturally you’re invited.”
 
“Let me get this straight, I’m invited to a celebration of a murder?”, Tammy points out to him.
 
“No. It’s a celebration by the handlers of a completed mission. Whether it ended with the termination or arrest of the subject, the mission is over as far as we are concerned. Things will be better to Italia with them out of the public view and influence. That is what we are celebrating.”, Marco points out.
 
“Then why in the past were there no celebrations?”, Tammy asks.
 
“There were, its that you were not part of those celebrations. Also when you arrived, this has been one giant mission, a bunch of small ones leading to another.”, Marco explains.
 
“There were no celebration for the Solvainia LSD Mission and I was part of that.”, Tammy points out.
 
“There would have been, after your marriage to what’s him name.”, Marco beings to explain.
 
“My husband has a name...”, Tammy interrupts him.
 
“His name will not be mentioned within the halls of this agency unless he is here to hear it, except by you. Now, as I was saying; there would have been a celebration, but finding him, his agency doopleganger, dead, threw a monkey wrench into the works and everything as put on hold. Then you left for your home in America to mourn. So without you, there could have been no celebration.”, Marco explains, interrupting her.
 
“I want no part of any celebration of the downfall of another person.”, Tammy tells him.
 
“You should reconsider that train of thought. This is not the celebration of a person’s downfall. This is a celebration of a completed mission with no casualties on our end. During war time, this would be a celebration of a battle or war won, which has been happening since the beginning of time.”, Marco explains.
 
“Go find somebody else to celebrate with. I have work to do, and later a home to go to, which I will want to be left alone when I get there.”, Tammy tells him.
 
“Alight. Have it your way.”, Marco tells her. Before he steps out of the room, “If you change your mind, then call me.”
 
Tammy does not acknowledge his last statement as she turns back to her desk. She can hear him walk away for a moment before stopping and the sound of several voices in the hall way as she looks at her computer screen. She does not hear or pays attention to a set of fast pattering feet that was getting louder.
 
Priscilla barges into her room and almost yells, “Why are you not coming to the end-of-celebration!”
 
“If you were outside, then you heard me tell Marco why.”, Tammy tells her.
 
“I heard nothing, and I want to hear it from the horse’s mouth.”, Priscilla tells her.
 
“I’m a squirrel, not a horse.” Tammy throws at her.
 
Priscilla just scowls at Tammy for the moment.
 
“I am not going to celebrate the fall and death of another person, especially when we were involed in their demise.” Tammy tells her, “Now if you don’t mind, I have a report to finish.”
 
“But you helped in bringing down Anne Rossellini, Italy’s worst terrorist!” Priscilla points out.
 
“Look. My attempt in bringing down Anne was a personal one that she wanted to take Bink away from me – her sister, and she would have done anything to achieve that goal including getting me killed. It was not for the SWA or for Italy, and if she would have killed my while pretending to be dead, then at least I tried to save what’s left of my family. Now go enjoy your precious little party without me. I want to me left alone.” Tammy tells her.
 
“I’m not leaving until you come with us.” Priscilla tells her.
 
“Please leave before I have to call Ferro or the chief and tell them that you are keeping me from my work.” Tammy explains to her as she picks up her cellphone. Priscilla stands there as is to call her bluff. “Hello, Ferro? I’m having a problem with Priscilla as she will not leave my room or leave me alone. Yes, I will tell her. Thank you.” Tammy says on the phone before turning to face her uninvited guest. “Ferro said to leave me alone before she gets here or you will be washing out the pizza vans tonight and everynight for a month.” Tammy tells Priscilla.
 
Priscilla just stares at Tammy for the moment.
 
“Don’t come crying to me if you change your mind.” Priscilla tells her before leaving.
 
“I swear. What is her problem?” Tammy says to herself as she hears Priscilla walk away. She then sits there for the moment before saving her work.
 
Looking at her cellphone she knows that Fernando will not answer for some reason, puts it away. She thinks for a moment before gathering her things and leaves her room. It takes her a few minutes to get things together and head to her car in the parking lot. She puts h bag on the hood of the Jaguar, fidning it lower than it should be. Stepping back, she finds the two tires on that side flat. Walking around her vehicle, she finds all four tires flat. She releaves a pent up frustrated sigh.
 
After three cans of “Flat Fix” and the airpump running on the fourth wheel, Tammy closes the trunk and sits in the driver’s seat thinking. After a few moments of looking through the windshield, she closes the door and drives for the her Safe House.

Tammy drives at slightly higher than normal to the safehouse. She arrives into the gate in less than 45 minutes though a pick up truck and a Rolls Royce Limosine drive up behind her. Together the three vehicles drive up in file to the rear of the complex and randomly park themselves near the rear of the house. As they got out of their vehicles, Jeanie and Valerie rush to Tammy.
 
“Tammy, there you are! You know where Fernando is?” Jeanie says as she approaches her.
 
“Fernando should be upstairs. Why? How went your mission?” Tammy answers and then asks. Then she notices Hondo not being there, “Where’s Hondo?”
 
“He was in at the warehousse last we saw him. He told us to leave the area and come here. Of couse Miss Valentine here needed some coaching to come with me.” Jeanie answers.
 
“I see.” Tammy replies as she starts to head to the rear door of the house. She puts her hand on the knob and tries to twist it, finding it lock. “That’s strange...” She says to herself.
 
“What is it?” Both Val and Jeanie say.
 
“It’s locked.” Tammy answers.
 
“Then just use the key.” Jeanie says.
 
“There is not key for this door.” Tammy answers.
 
“Then let’s use the front door.” Val is heard before hee turns the corner of the house.
 
Jeanie tells her guards to check out to the outdoor area as they head to the front door, and not to enter until she calls them. During the minute it takes them to walk around th house, Fernando is downstairs in the liviging room area checking out his weapons and other personal items. Tinkerbell is ordered to leave if anybody heads upstairs, where she is hiding in his bedroom waiting for him.
 
Like the back door, the front door was locked as well. But when in doubt, one has to ring the door bell.
 
The door slowly opens itself just enough to look inside. Valentine puts her forearm against the door and pushes it fully open before stepping inside. Fernando was on the phone while closing his laptop screen as they walk in.
 
“Alright. Establish a premeter around the area and I’ll be there. And tell your guards to allow me through. I expect you to wait for me to get there.” Fernando says before hanging up the phone. He looks at the three of them.
 
“Who was that?” Jeanie asks before the others.
 
“It’s none of you of your concern. You three are to stay here until I return.” Fernando tells them. “Jeanie. Tend to Ms Valentine’s wounds, then the place. We should have a victory celebration.”
 
“I’m not hurt.” Valentine complains.
 
“Wait until you sit down and relax, Ms. Valentine. When the Adrenaline drops down you are going to be in a lot of pain and that is going to be the least of you worries. Jeanie...” Fernando tells them.
 
“Yes sir...” Jeanie tells him before taking Valentine by the arm, “You’re coming with me.”
 
“Now wait a minute...” Valentine complains.
 
It goes on deaf ears as Fernando starts to walk away.
 
“Fernando?” Tammy asks as she trots over to him. She takes him by his arm, forcing him to hold back on his defense reflex that might have hit her.
 
He looks at her, “I said for you and the other to stay while I’m gone. Among other things, the SWA might be dropping by, so be ready for them if and when they do. I do not want this place to be empty when they come.”
 
“Alright. When should I expect you to come back?” Tammy asks.
 
“Soon enough. Before nightfall.” Fernando tells her.
 
“I’ll be here waiting for you then.” Tammy says.
 
“Keep the doors locked so nobody can get in without you letting them in. Jeanie, get your men in here and guard from the inside.” Fernando says before leaves without saying goodbye.
 
In a minute the sound of his Porsche 928 engine roars to life and can be heard leaving the premises. Jeanie gets her men into the house as Fernando drives onto the main highway. With kilometer markers passing at every 5 seconds, Fernando makes it to Rome in slightly over a half hour. Getting to the docks took another 15 minutes. Fernando parks his Porsche a few blocks away where the neighborhood was respectable. A couple of more minutes, Fernando walks up to a security detail behind what was left of the docks, tappig his cane louder to get their attention.
 
“Who are you and why are you here?” one of the Italian police tells him.
 
Fernando slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his American Agency shield holder and shows them the identication and shield inside, “That is who I am, and Public Safety Officers Marco Tongi and Victor Hartmann are expecting me. Are they here?”
 
“There are no one here by those names. Go back to your agency and wait for the press release to give you all the news media detail.” The officer tells him.
 
“Hold on to that thought while I verify your information...” Fernando puts away his identication and then  pulls out his cellphone and presses a few buttons to make a call. After a couple of rings somebody answers. “Hello Victor. You’re on the docks? I’m going to hand the phone over to  one of these police officers. Please explain to them that I am allowed in the area to see you and Marco. Thank you.” Fernando says on the phone before handing over the officer.
 
The voice on phone does not sound happy and the demeanor of the officer changes to one from abusive authority to respectful fear. Soon the phone is handed back to Fernando by a shakey hand.
 
“I’ll take you to him right away...” the officer says to Fernando.
 
“I can find the place myself. You two stay here and do your jobs accordingly.” Fernando tells him before he steps away.
 
He walks up to the dock area tapping his cane in front of him. Soon he disappears around the corner from their sight. The dock area and piers seemed untouched  by the devastation of the exploded dock warehouse. Not far away was Marco and Hillshire. Fernando approaches them tapping the cane in front of him loudly. They turn to face him.
 
“You can cut out the act, we know you can see.” Marco says out loud as Fernando gets closer.
 
Fernando stops when he gets next to them, folding the cane as he looks at the carnage in front of him.
 
“Hondo has not ben found?” Fernando asks.
 
“No. And it would take days to get an excavating crew here to clean this up just to find him.” Hillshre explains.
 
“Try checking under the docks.” Fernando tells him.
 
“Why should we check under the docks?” Marco asks.
 
“Considering how this building collapsed, I would think that his body had to fall through the floor and into the water. I’m sure the news media would love to post on the 11o’clock news ‘Local Fisherman finds Dead American Cowboy Armed with Guns in His Fishing Net.’” Fernando tells him.
 
Both Hillshire and Marco look at each other.  
 
“I’ll be back later. If you find Hondo under the docks, he has rights as an American agent working under me.” Fernando tells them.
 
“We’ll see what happens.” Marco tells him in kind.
 
“Don’t see. Do. Remember who got Anne for you. All I want is the favor to be returned.” Fernando tells him. He then nods at them and starts to walk away. It takes him a while walk the distance back to the two security guards. He stops by them for a moment but not look at them, “I’ll be back. Tell the next shift about me in case you two have to leave.”
 
“Will do.” One of the guards replies.
 
Without giving a reply, Fernando starts to walk away. In a few minutes Fernando walks up to his car. He looks around for a moment, seeing an alley, which is normal for this area of town. What catches his eye is a manhole cover in the middle of the alley.
 

OOC: Not the post y'all have been waitin' for but one closer to it. Next post, Hondo Vs Hector (El Grande): a fight to the death!:BIC
 
  Hondo tied a bandana ‘round his left leg up high to slow down bleeding from the several puncture holes it had sustained an’ checked briefly for other wounds. His side had what felt like wood chunks stuck in it but they didn’t stick out too far as to get into the way an’ he wasn’t sure how deep they went. Pulling them out could possibly cause more trouble and would insure EL Grande’s escape.
 
  The tunnel was dark but a faint light way ahead let Hondo see at least a rough outline of what was ahead. He checked his shotgun’s action and once satisfied it would work he made sure it was fully loaded.  
 
  He started forward an’ stumbled after just a few yards. Though he could see a rough outline of the tunnel he couldn’t see that the floor was cracked up and very uneven. He didn’t want to give himself away but he knew sneakin’ up on them wouldn’t work in his condition anyway. He had to lose to win. He dug into one of his pockets an’ pulled out a small roll of electrical tape which he used to crudely secure his flashlight to the shotgun barrel.  Now he could see wherever he pointed the gun.
 
 Hondo started off again at a fast paced limp, now that he could see the floor, an’ slowly forced himself into a sort of trot. The more he went the more his muscles loosened an’ the more the pain caused his system to surge with adrenaline until he didn’t feel anythin’ at all except his need to end Hector an’ his destructive enterprises.  
 
   On up ahead the tunnel split off in three directions. There was some sort of vent to the top side there that spilled some light into the tunnel. It was obvious here that the tunnels were used for running water, electrical, steam, gas, an’ other items under the city. There had to be several maintenance hatches, but most were in the middle of the street. Using them would be suicidal at worst an’ alert the law in the very least. No, it had to be further on in the old town where there might be some access to a basement or the like. Even then it wouldn’t be safe for them to leave the tunnels until after dark. Though the SWA kept the country in the dark information wise, they had other ways of incriminating folks an’ getting their faces put out on an A.P.B.  
 
  The tunnel Hondo originally found himself in wasn’t part of the cities tunnel network. It was put up later as an escape tunnel or as a way to get in without being seen.  Of the three he looked at now only one fit the bill of someone moving through regularly. Of the three the left one was fairly new the dirt and cob-webs showed no one had gone through there in several months. The right tunnel and the middle tunnel were both old but the middle one was low and narrow. The right tunnel, though old showed signs of being lowered and widened to accommodate foot traffic an’ possible smaller freight traffic as well. Hondo continued his pace down the center tunnel after a brief 15 second observation of the three and where he was. He didn’t know the city too well an’ bein’ underground, not to add the way he got there, left his baring’s a might off, but he was fairly sure he was headed around to the old district to the east of the warehouse.  After trottin’ a hundred yards or so in this tunnel Hondo stopped as he thought he heard something. It was voices ahead. He moved a bit more slowly as he wanted to hear what was being said. He got close enough to make out El Jefe Grande talking to the few henchmen that were with him.
 
  Hondo leaned against a wall as he listened, his fatigue, injured body, an’ blood loose was catchin’ up to him. He rested as he listened, tryin’ to gather the strength to end it.  He would either end it now or it would end him as he tried.
 
  Hector Hatfield (AKA El Jefe Grande) was obviously in a good mood from what Hondo could hear. His mood plus his thinking Hondo was dead was probably the only reason he hadn’t heard Hondo coming yet. Hectors gloating pissed off Hondo an’ it was that anger that would help him find the strength to keep on keeping on.
 
Hector: Soon it will be dark and we can finish off Sackett’s friends!
 
Thug #1: Are you sure the Cowboys dead?
 
Hector: No. He’s alluded death before, but that fire-ball that he was caught in should have done it, or at least slowed him down. I almost hope he’s still alive.
 
Thug #2: But that means we are in danger!
 
Hector: Shut-up, you fool! I am more than a match for him now. He’ll never stand a chance against me!  
 
Thug #1: Then what was all this about? The fight? The building blowing up? Everything??
 
Hector: I forget how simple minded you oafs are. I will try to make this simple to understand. They found me thus my business would be plagued with law dogs and I would eventually have to fight advanced weapons, special ops, maybe even the army once they found out my capabilities. It’s not good for business and is a potential risk to my health. I would eventually win, but it’s hard, dirty work. I want luxury and comfort all my days. So I draw in the would-be hero, Hondo Sackett, his team, and the inevitable law dogs that would force their way into his pathetic attempt at justice and revenge. I hurt them, waste their resources, and hurt their moral, and then in a ball of fire, wipe away any evidence of me being there, along with any dead bodies. There was enough supplies, flammable chemicals,  and dry wood to get rid of any DNA that they may hope to find. The Helicopter, which they shot down, was also a body consuming fireball, of which even in is all they can declare they never found my remains it will be years down the road before they have gone through everything and the amount of damage will put so much doubt of their even finding evidence of my remains that my possible existence will be a mere foot note at the bottom of a forgotten file.  In the meantime, I will have killed his CIA friends if they follow in such a way that they will never pin it on me and his lady friend, will vanish out of sorrow many will say, while in reality she is by my side, under my control to do my every bidding, whether to kill for me, make love to me, entertain guests, or even kill herself for my pleasure!  HA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH!!! * he laughed evilly*
 
Thug #2:  So where are we going? You are known here, the USA, and Mexico.
 
Hector: We will go to South America. There is a Nazi party there that owes me a few favors. They will take us in, help us with new identities, and as long as I feed them money we will be free to do business as we please.
 
Thug #3:  How do we know you’ll not ditch us like you did all of my buddies in the ware house.
 
 Hectors smile disappeared into a look of shock and rage.
 
Thug #1: Shut up, man! Just trust him.
 
Thug#3: No, I mean it. He left his girlfriend to get blown apart by that western bum and his whore. Whats’ stopping him from betraying us?
 
Hector snarled an’ leaped at the thug grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the floor.
 
Thug #4: don’t kill him, Boss. Please. He didn’t mean it!
 
Thug #5: His little brother was killed upstairs. He’s out of his head, Boss.
 
Hector’s breathing slowed an’ the snarl slowly left his face. After a moment he dropped the thug who fell to the floor chocking and gasping for air. Hector turned his back to them for a moment then sighed.
 
Hector: I should kill you on the spot for such impudent behavior, but I’m in a good mood thus I’m in a forgiving mood. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.
 
Thug #6: We understand, sir.
 
Hector: Good. So, why should you trust me? Well, I need distributors. You remain faithful to me through this and get me out of here and you will be rewarded. I like, no , love money, but what I love more than money is faithfulness. You could lose me one billion dollars, but if you did all you could to not lose it and was faithful to me in it, that’s all that matters. If I can trust you, you need never fear me.
 
Thug #1: how soon do we move out, Boss?
 
Hector: It should be dark in 40 minutes, so we will move out in one hour. Then we got get Sackett’s Bitch. I want to take her a time or two before I inject this slave drug into her, just to see the hope leave her eyes and her give in to despair! That will be my true reward.
 
 The group in the room, 6 thugs and Hector, was startled to hear a voice down the tunnel. It was familiar but rougher than usual but the words rang out loud and clear.
 
Voice: Over my Dead body, you Son of a bitch!