Sins of Omissions

Chapter one,

Michael was looking forward to a quite evening at home. Fiona was at a poker game at his mother's house, and would most likely crash there tonight. Sam was out of town with Ms. Reynolds, somewhere in Key West. He pulled a black t-shirt over his head as he left the bathroom, and headed to the refrigerator. As Michael removed a blueberry yogurt from the top shelf, he wondered what Ms. Reynolds first name was. Even as he pulled the lid off the yogurt he wondered why he wondered that. As he dipped the spoon into the container there was a knock at the door. Tossing his head back in exasperation he put the container on the counter, grabbed his gun and headed to the door. The person kept knocking as he inched closer, he stopped a few inches from the door.

"Who is it?"

"Michael please open up the door, It's important."

"Ruby?" He asked at the sound of his new sister-in law, on the other side of the door.

"Um, it's Ruth." she said as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry. I thought you and Nate went back to Las Vegas?"

She walked in further and smiled sweetly, Mike backed up to let her in. "Something came up, and we're staying longer."

"Is Nate ok?" Being a spy burned or not, he should've seen what was coming next. She had her hands behind her back, a common thing loads of people do, himself at times did the did the same.

"Nate's just fine, in fact you'll be seeing him soon enough."

"What?" Before Michael could react, Ruth took a led pipe from behind her back. That was the last thing the former spy saw before everything went back.

The pain was excruciating as Michael tried moving his head, his eyes were opened but the room was pitch back. He was laying on what felt like a cot with restraints around his body from the neck down, so tight it was like he was covered in cement. His moth wasn't gagged which was a good thing and he was still alive, that was even better. The last thing he remembered was Ruth coming to the loft saying something about Nate, that he'd be seeing him soon enough.

"Nate!" He called out as he became frightened. Was he in the room with him, what was going on?

"Michael, I'm over here." Came a low voice that sounded as frightened as he was, he knew it was Nate. "In the cot next to you, on your left."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. All I know is Ruth and I were driving back to the airport, until she told me to pull over; so I did. She pulled what looked like a photo out of her purse, looked at it then at me; that's the last thing I remember."

"How long were you here before I got here?"

"She hit me with something, and I blacked out. I came to a few times once when they brought you in."

"They?" Mike asked.

"She walked in with three men, the two carrying you looked like body builders."

"The third?"

"Older, about mom's age."

"What a way to be welcomed into the family." Michael said. "You sure know how to pick them."

"Shut up Michael, and try to find a way to get us out of here." They stopped talking when a door opened somewhere.

"What's going on in here?" An older male voice asked switching on a small light, that barely lit up the room. "I thought I told you to gag them?"

"Stan left the Duct tape back in the van, I had nothing to gag them with."

"Use your own socks and rope, I don't want them talking. Got that Bill?"

"yeah. Oh and Ruth called Madeline, but you need to call her back and talk to her."

"Fine." With that the door closed, but the light was still on.

"Well we get to meet the whole cast." Michael said as Bill walked over to him. When he saw the man's face, it looked angry. "May I ask what you want with us?"

Bill just snarled at Mike, and slapped his face then walked so he was between the two cots. There wasn't much in the room from what Michael could see, just the cots and the light. That still didn't answer his questions, why was this happening? Was Ruth an undercover black-ops agent, posing as a blackjack dealer; marrying Nate to get to him? Michael slightly smiled at the irony of it, black-ops blackjack. That in turn got him another slap across the face.

"Hey!" He shouted.

"I don't like you, or your dumb ass brother." Bill said picking up what looked like a large knife. "Now so I don't have to gag you two, keep your mouths shut; or I'll use this." He pointed to the knife.

"Bill, may I call you Bill?" Michael asked. "Whatever you want from me has nothing to do with my brother. I don't care what to do to me, just don't hurt him."

"Ant you sweet." Bill spat out the words. "This has nothing to do with your work with the CIA. Though Management would see it differently." Bill walked over to the door, and opened it. "For now it's just personal with him, something that happened to him; back in the day." With that he left the room.

After the door closed Mike slowly moved his head, and looked at his brother. Nate looked as bad as he did. The blood from where he'd been hit had dryed, leaving a hudge red sploch on his head; and his left eye was sullen shut. Suddenly he realized Bill had mentioned Ruth calling his mother and telling her what she needed to do. What did that mean? What did management have to do with their mother? As Michael thought, he realized what had just been said. So Ruth was undercover black-ops. That still didn't explain what or why Management was after his mom. Then it hit him. The man had to be someone with a name in the past, before he became who he is today.

"Michael, why were they calling mom?"

"What ever they want from her, has to do with that older man you saw before." He said.

"what could mom have done?" Nate asked. "She use to get so upset when we did bad things."

"That man you saw before, the older one. He's the man who burned me."

"Management?" Nate whispered.

"Nate, you know Mom didn't always live in Miami?" Mike saw him carfully nod his head. "She never talked about where she grew up, or what she did before she met dad; and moved to Miami."

"Yeah , every time we asked she changed the subject."

Ignoring the last question Mike said. "I'm wondering if this has something to do with why she moved to Miami."