"Time to go, Fi." Sam said as he smacked the legs of his rifle down. Barrett and Vaughn's men were firing on each other and Barrett's soldiers were slowly making their way towards Sam and Fi's position in search of cover.
Fi didn't need to be told twice, she took a sweeping look to where Jesse had fired from and noticed that he had already disappeared, probably made his way to his vehicle while Sam and Fi were distracted by Michael.
"We have to find Michael." Fiona said as they tossed their guns into the trunk and quickly got into the car. Sam was already nodding and booting up the laptop in the front seat when she got in.
"Let's GO Sam." She snapped when he didn't move.
"Just a sec, Fi. Mikey had me install a tracker in his phone this morning, I guess he figured something like this might happen."
Fiona looked at Sam and for a second flashed angry that there was a part of the plan she wasn't let in on. The feeling turning into concern she asked Sam, "Do you have him?"
Sam turned the laptop around so Fiona could see the blip on the screen, not three blocks from where they sat. It was stationary.
"It's not moving, Sam." Fi said quietly, unable to help the fear creeping into her voice.
"Barrett might have had Mike toss his phone." Sam answered hopefully, starting the car. He glanced over at Fi, neither of them wanting to voice the other option.
Sam stepped on the gas and took them on a side road away from the shootout that was still going on. They could hear the sound of gunfire getting further away with the windows down.
"Turn here," Fi instructed motioning left to another side road. She had the laptop open on her knees and was intently watching the stationary blip indicating Michael's cell phone, willing it with her mind to move, even just the slightest bit.
Sam, meanwhile, thought of Mike, seeing over and over again in his mind's eye the image of his friend falling to his knees, blood pouring out of his chest. He tried repeatedly to wipe the scene from his mind, but part of him wouldn't let it go. Having seen similar incidents in the field, he knew that the chances of this turning out well were slim. Jesse was a good marksman but that was a dangerous shot. Michael would need medical help as soon as possible after taking a shot like that.
"There!" Fi pointed, snapping Sam out of his thoughts. Across an empty parking lot sat a black SUV turned upside down. The driver's side faced them and they could both see a figure in the driver's seat hanging upside down by the seatbelt.
Sam stopped the charger just short of the SUV and had the door open before the car had even finished moving, one leg out the door as he slammed the Charger into park. He saw it was Barrett in the driver's seat, trying not to think that Barrett went into this crash healthy and he was obviously dead.
"Mike, Mikey!" He called as he ran up the side of the vehicle, Fiona on his heels crunching through shattered glass and plastic. Breaching the back end of the vehicle, Sam saw him first, lying unconscious on the ground, eyes closed, in a pool of blood. For a split second his legs stopped working and he paused, Fiona nearly running straight into him.
"Mike." Sam breathed, picking up his feet again and taking the last steps toward his friend.
Fiona waited at the corner of the SUV, unable to make her feet continue. "Sam," she whispered, tears starting at the sight of the man she loved. She knew he couldn't have survived. A wound like that, that much blood and a car accident, "He's gone."