Eliot rested back on the Lazy Boy in his safe house in San Bernardino with an ice pack over his right cheek and another rested over the pair of broken ribs. Nate had told him to lay low, and that was exactly what he was going to do until there was a plan in place to retrieve the others.

"Eliot, it's me, Nate." The leader knocked outside his door.

"'S open." Eliot called out.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Nate asked as he stepped in.

"If someone wants in bad enough that door isn't gonna stop 'em; I will."

"Mind if I…?" Nate asked eying the couch next to him. Eliot nodded, and the mastermind took a seat. "Are you in any shape to be stopping anyone?"

"I'm fine." Eliot removed the ice pack from his face and pushed himself up careful to hide the pain of shifting his midsection. "Is Sophie okay?"

Nate nodded. "He has Parker and Hardison."

"Yeah, I caught that. What's the plan?"

"I hadn't solidified that yet; needed to know how you were doing first."

"I'm ready to bust some heads, preferably Sterling's."

"That guy, Quinn, he roughed you up a bit?"

Eliot shook his head. "Nothing that I can't handle. Nate, I mean it, this isn't even close to…"

"I need to know how badly."

"A minor concussion, a bruised hip… a couple broken ribs." His voice trailed off at the end. Nate's eyes clenched at the last part. "What is he asking for?"

"He, um… he wants the second David." Nate replied dreading telling him but feeling he had a right to know.

"He has it. I mean, he was there with Parker when she went to do the grab. By the way, I'm sorry for not letting you know sooner, my bud fell out…"

"It's not your fault." Nate shook his head. "And as he pointed out he has the first David."

"Did you tell him the second one is a fake?"

Nate hung his head down with his elbows resting against his knees.

"What am I missing?"

"Sterling knew that when we went after Blackpoole we would be targeting the David statue; he knew that because it would be completing her collection."

"What are you…?" Eliot questioned before taking a deep breath to the realization. Sophie had played them; her own team.

"Eliot?"

"How do we get them back?" The hitter finally responded.

"Sophie is going to make the trade for Parker." Nate responded watching the younger man's jaw grit to the mention of the grifter's name. "He wants me to turn myself into the office, which is probably going to be heavily guarded. Sterling is acting like he's going to let us go when he gets the statue, but there's no way he's going to walk away from the payout of three highly profiled thieves."

"So you need me to go with you and take out the muscle?"

"So to speak." Nate responded. "But if I need to figure out another way, I will. I'm not asking you to sacrifice yourself for…"

"For what? This… team."

"If it's any consolation she's s…"

"Don't apologize for her!" Eliot demanded. "Yeah, I can do it."

"Okay, but, um… not without help." Nate handed him his iPhone. "It's set to scramble their audio signal. All you have to do is press that button."

"This one?" He confirmed on the screen. "How…?"

"You don't want to know." Nate smirked.

Eliot shrugged; that wasn't his area of expertise anyway.

"Eliot, thank you!"

"I haven't done anything yet."

"Yes; yes, you have." Nate responded; the man put himself out there every day for the team, which was why it was so hard to tell him about Sophie's betrayal.

"In that case…" Eliot responded to the context. "You're welcome."