As Fi walked up the steps to their home located in the hills high above Son Matias. She worried about what she was going to tell Michael. She had debated with herself on the way home as to whether or not she should say something now or wait until later. Keeping something like this from him she knew she would pay a price but telling him about the run in now she felt would only make things worse. As she entered their home, Fi closed the door behind her and had Charley go upstairs and get ready for a bath. She took their beach things and left them by the side door and out of old habit checked the area to make sure nothing looked out of place. She could hear the muffled sounds of Mike's Sig as he fired it in the range located down in the basement. The home they had selected was a three hundred year old stone structure that was partially built into the side of a hill. The basement itself extended into the hill providing them with and excellent sound proofed gun range. She walked down the long hallway that led to the door that opened to the gun range it was protect by a 21st century security system. Typing in the code to unlock the door she turned the handle to open the large wooden door and enter the range, Fi could see that Michael was in between magazines and preparing to reload.
"Hey!" She called out.
Michael turned to Fi and smiled. "Hey, you're back early." he had his ear protection perched on the top of his head. "Thought you guys wouldn't be back for another hour at least"
"Yeah, well" she hugged him from behind as he continued reloading the magazine. "The sun and all of the annoying tourists were beginning to get to me and Charley was getting a little tired."
"Well, I am almost done here just let me clean the Sig and I will be up soon. I bought some fresh fish when I was in town earlier and I thought we could have a little salad with it."
"Hmm, sounds good" she stepped away from him and turned to go back out and as she did Mike stopped her with his next question.
"Fi? Is everything OK?"
"Yes,fine. Just a little tired from all the sun" she gave him a half smile and turned to leave.
Mike nodded at her answer and turned his attention back to his ammo but as she closed the door behind her he looked back at the now closed door.
She left Michael and went up to Charley to get him ready for a bath. It seemed he had brought home most of the beach in his clothing and in his hair. As Charley played in the water in his tub she saw the "treasures" on the counter. She couldn't stop replaying the episode with the two agents in her head. She was trying to figure out where they were from and it always came back to the same group. MI6. England's version of the CIA. They had her dead to rights right now and they knew it. There is no doubt they gave her the 24 hours just so she could fret over night and therefore, put her in a weaker position when she met with them tomorrow. She knew she was going to meet with them, there was no choice. She had no doubt the three of them would never make it off the island if they tried. The best thing to do would be to meet them and see what they knew and learn their weaknesses. One thing she has learned from Mike after all of these years was waiting and getting an idea of what exactly you are up against is the only way to see your opportunities and exploit them. Their was no doubt they needed something from her. What she wasn't sure about how much they were going to ask of Mike.
"Mum, I am ready to get out now" Charlie's statement broke Fi out of her reverie and she grabbed a towel for Charley to step into.
After getting him into his pajamas they both could smell the meal Michael was preparing for their dinner and went downstairs. Charley couldn't wait to show his Daddy the pirate jewels he found on the beach that day.
After putting Charley to bed Mike came down and entered into the kitchen where Fi was seated and poured himself a glass of wine, waving the bottle in Fi's direction she shook her head and he poured the rest into his glass and sat down across from her.
"So" Michael said in his best Irish brogue "what has the wee lass Ms. Glenanne so pre-occupied this evening?"
She laughed at his attempted at humor and replied. "Well, we have Jesse and Sam coming tomorrow and I was just thinking about seeing them and a little bit about home. Miami home"
Michael grimaced a little at the last part of her statement. "I know, I think about it too and my Mom, Nate everything. Fi, you know I am sorry about this right. This is not how I envisioned any of this ending up that first day I woke up in the seedy motel room."
"Oh Michael. I don't blame you for anything. How many times early on did you try to keep me away? I wouldn't leave well enough alone. You know I loved you then just as I love you now and even at our lowest point together deep down I knew I would do it all for you again."
Michael kissed her after this statement and together they began their plans for Sam and Jesse's arrival.
The next morning Fi opened her eyes to the sound of her boys in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. She rolled over and looked at the clock it was seven a.m no lazy bones in this house. After putting on her robe she went downstairs and as she entered the kitchen there was a fresh pot of loose leaf tea steeping.
"So had you heard from Sam or Jesse?" She asked Mike as she began to prepare her tea.
"Yep, Sam arrived late last night and Jesse is due in a couple of hours." He spooned some scrambled eggs onto a plate for himself and Charley and then waved a helping at Fi who nodded her head. He spooned some onto a plate and handed it to her as he continued.
"Carlito and I will be going down to the Port and wait for Jesse's ferry to come in and then we are going to meet with Sam."
"Oh my it sounds like you two are going to be some busy guys today"
"I can't wait to see Uncle Sam" Charley added. "He said the next time he came for a visit he would teach me how to plant a bug" Looking up at Fiona he then asked "Mom why does Uncle Sam want to put the bugs on the plants? Since you are always trying to kill them."
At this Fi looked at Michael and he just laughed and grabbed their now empty plates and put them in the dishwasher and said "Never mind, Charley. It's time for us to go."
As the boys left the house Fi went up to get ready for her meeting with her new friends at the cafe. She was no longer afraid or filled with dread. Instead, she went back to what she knew best and that was the inner calm of someone who knew how to handle explosives and shoot a gun with a sharpshooters accuracy. In other words she allowed her training as an IRA operative to kick in.
She arrived at the area of the meeting point over an hour early and observed the area within a two block radius for any existing surveillance. She saw three possible targets that could have been sent there to observe her arrival. Careful to stay out of their line of site she then started to watch the cafe and the people who entered and exited. After she was confident that there wasn't some sort of set up all ready in place she entered the small cafe and immediately took the table farthest from the from door and with a sweeping view of the room and out the large windowed doors that opened to the outdoor eating area.
Then she waited and at exactly 9:00 a.m. Her new friends entered the cafe and walked straight over to her table. Giving her the idea that they had cased the place before entering. No doubt trying to make sure she was alone and not with the very dangerous Michael Westen.
She decided to set the tone and greeted them first.
"Good morning" she smiled her most cunning smile and went on to ask "can I get you some coffee"
Both just looked at her and nodded as the server brought over her tea. In perfect Spanish she ordered both agents a coffee.
"Good morning Ms. Glenanne" as usual she began to do the talking "I am happy to see that you did not run or decide to blow this meeting off"
"Where would I have gone? I have no doubt you would have stopped us before we could have stepped a foot off this island"
"You would be correct on that assumption Ms. Glenanne." Before the woman could continue Fi had grown decidedly tired of the use of her formal name.
"Please, Call me Fi"
"Oh right, a proper introduction would be called for, you all ready know my companion's name as Peter and you can call me Anne." Fi noticed her use of the words call me Ann.
"All right, then Fi. And you are absolutely right about trying to leave Majorca. We would have stopped you and we would have made it known to our friends at Langely that the man the CIA thought dead and buried was in fact alive and living on an island off of the coast of Spain and you Ms...I mean Fi. You would have been arrested and brought back to England where you stand trial for your past crimes as an IRA terrorist"
Fi kept her face neutral, thankful for all of her years as an arms dealer which taught her how to keep calm in even the most desperate of negotiations. She waited for them to continue.
"As you know Ms Glenanne the statute of limitations never runs out for people like you and given your history after you supposedly left the IRA. Gun running, arms dealing and bomb making. Well the sky Is the limit, really"
"So you both seem to be well informed about me. How about telling me who you are and what you want from me. My guess would be MI6"
"Right to the point I like that" the woman continued. "and you would be correct in identifying the service branch that we work for"
Fi decided to let them talk so she could gather as much data about them as they seems to have about her and Michael. Fi began to realize the man, Peter who had said very little up until now was actually the one running things. She began to study him as the woman began to speak. He was obviously listening to everything being said but she could tell the way the annoying woman would at times defer to him when certain bits of info were said. As if to confirm she hadn't given away too much.
Suddenly, she heard the woman say a name she hadn't thought of in several years and it snapped her focus back on the woman.
"I'm sorry" she interrupted "What did you just say?"
"We a want you to help us bring down your old friend Armand Arnot. We have expended enough resources in trying to bring him down. So we decided to bring in an old acquaintance."
At this Fi sat forward in her chair and hissed through her teeth at "Anne"
"Are you crazy? Expended resources? How many have you lost? There is no way in hell I would get involved with Armand again. Let alone help you take him down. Do you have any idea how dangerous he is?"
Fi sat back and began to raise her tea to her lips her mind racing at the thought of having to meet with Armand again. She could not even fathom working against him. Probably the most dangerous person in her past and the repercussions would be horrific if he ever found out she was even at a meeting discussing the very subject.
"Ms. Glenanne" at the mention of her name Fi looked up into the eye's of the man who until now has said nothing. His voice was very clipped and direct.
"Their seems to be a misunderstanding here. You seem to think you have an option here when, in fact, you do not. You will assist us in bringing down Mr. Arnot. Now whether or not you chose to ask for Mr. Westen and his friends help is strictly up to you but you my dear, you are going to assist us in taking out Mr. Arnot."
Fi looked at him and asked "bring him down or take him out? Which one did you mean?"
Both agents merely stared at her and did not answer. Finally she asked. "You knew Sam and Jesse were coming today. That is why you waited?"
Peter replied "Hi-Ho the gang is all here. A most impressive group at that and based on our reviews of what you accomplished in Miami. Your group is as good as any special ops team Her Majesty's Army ever produced."
Fi sat for a few moments before saying "What guarantees do I have that you won't turn us in when it is all over"
The woman Ann returned to being the spokesperson."no guarantee Ms. Glenanne. Although, I will tell you we have no obligation to share everything with Langely. You do the job at hand and we will discuss what Langely does and does not find out.
Fi knew she was trapped and at this time had no way out. She looked back at the agents and asked. "How much time do I have?"
As if to put a final point on her choices Peter answered her question. "you have two days to discuss this with Michael and your friends. Here is a phone I will call you with a time and place for us all to meet and have a little chat. Again, Ms. Glenanne. I do not care if they help you or not. But you my dear will most definitely be used to draw Armand out and bring him down.z
