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Chapter Two

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He stood over the unconscious Five-0 Commander deciding rather impassively what to do. After tossing the spare bullet-proof vest to the side, his own second had given the man a cursory examination and deemed him a liability and too far gone to be of future service. Behind him, he could literally feel the remaining officers' combined frustration, anger and even ... fear as he silently bided his time over their leader's fate.

"Leave him," Spenser finally announced with an abject swing of his hand. Dylan, his second, nodded in approval after his rudely cursory examination of the injured man. Other than their important station as members of the Governor's Task Force, these people were otherwise irrelevant to their plans. Based upon what Dylan was silently communicating, the Commander was badly injured and soon to be of no concern or offer any type of continued bargaining power should they need it. Living only in the present, Spenser was only concerned with having healthier, live captives and not one that would prove an eventual liability.

"What? Leave him?" Danny glanced just once towards Chin, his face consumed by confusion. At first distressed over what the men might do to Steve in forcing him to be moved, he was stunned by the more than apparent ambivalence. "You can't just leave him here. He needs medical attention! "

He was completely ignored though, his cuffed hands twisted behind his back even more as he was propelled violently from the office and forced to focus on his footing as he stumbled over debris and shards of broken glass. He tripped over his own vest which had also been ripped from his body, his vision swirling oddly at its edges and nearly fell, hissing in pain as another man's hand grasped his arm intentionally over the freely bleeding gunshot wound.

"Hey, come on," Chin pleaded as he too, was manhandled away. Before being cuffed, he and Danny had been easily divested of their weapons and then their protective vests. His entreaty was for both Steve and Danny as one lay unconscious and the other paled considerably from a growing maltreatment. He hadn't the time to care for Danny's injury at all and now blood was freely flowing down his friend's arm and curling around the metal of the cuff. With every step, smeared red droplets were being left in Danny's wake.

"You know where to take them," Spenser noted. He didn't care about their captives or who they were. Not really. He only cared that he had a couple of the Five-0 officers as planned. In the short term, it only mattered that he had a few live birds in hand to play with as he chose. As to their eventual fate though? There would be only one final option and so, that ultimate fate also wasn't something he cared about since it was already preordained.

Therefore, their words, questions or anger meant absolutely nothing as well and he wasn't obligated to provide an answer in kind. But his brain was forever churning and he paused in what had been the lintel to the office. The Commander was in dire straits and yet could still provide a particular purpose to their mission via the sending of a clear message and Spenser chuckled lightly to himself. The noise drew Dylan up short with a hand raised to forestall the rest of their small band.

"Sir?" Dylan asked, familiar with his leader's quirky mannerisms. "What are you thinking?" A small smile played across his lips for the pending announcement. Like typically found like and Dylan was just as evilly spontaneous as Spenser. Especially when it came to not wasting an opportunity and evidently, Spenser had derived something of import.

"Set a charge here in the office. Five minutes. We're going to send a message," Spenser smirked happily with a nod towards his man holding the blonde Five-0 officer because he was their explosives expert and the pack he'd slung over one shoulder help ample supplies. Hands were brusquely changed as the officer was pushed towards another and a brick of C-4 explosive was expertly readied.

"No! You can't!" At the outburst, Spenser's gaze skittered to the man's blue eyes. "You can't do this ... why?" While his own expression was one of steady resolve, he was intrigued by the stunned shout and the fear he saw so clearly.

"What do you want? Why are you here ... give us something to work with?" These next anxious questions came from the Asian and Spenser cocked his head curiously. The two were loyal to their leader. It was touching and wholly anticipated. However, he said nothing to either as his man prepped the dangerous device on the top of the Commander's once fine desk.

"Five minutes beginning now, sir," his man announced as the last wires were spliced and the incendiary thumbed on. A small suddenly light glowed brightly and all eyes were drawn to its amber light.

"I guess we'd all better go then," Spenser gestured as his men propelled the officers from the room and away from their downed Commander. He sniffed with amusement as the two began to struggle wildly, each needing two of his own men to maintain control. He quirked an eyebrow at the blonde who fell heavily to his knees in pain when the butt of a weapon met his wounded arm. Blood cascaded even more freely as the officer nearly fainted, gagging and coughing back a surge of nauseating bile from the agonizing display of retribution. Barely on his feet and being roughly dragged, he still continued to put up a fight though, cursing them through each ragged, broken breath.

Under other circumstances, Spenser might have tried to enlist the tenacious man as one of his own. He was a fighter and loyal to a fault; precisely the type of individual which Spenser required serve under his own command. As the man's threats faded while he was physically taken away, Spenser tagged the stalwart attitude as so very noble. After all was said and done though, and their mission accomplished for that day, there was only a brief spark of professional, cold remorse that the officer's fate was already irrevocably sealed. Spenser didn't have time for more than that and he certainly wasn't a romantic when it came to collateral damage.

"Take them down while I make my call," Spenser demanded as he strolled casually behind the group. "You know what to do."

~ to be continued ~