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Previously…

"Not my problem. This is a job, he wasn't the one sent in without the proper intel. He wasn't the one that was used as a pawn and sent to his death. And if you're talking about my involvement, he needs to get over it. Things have changed Tank, you know and I know. He'll have to adjust." I replied.

"I understand that, but he's still going to be pissed as hell." Tank replied. "I'll see you at 3am."

"Yep." I replied, and with that we hung up.

I watched as the sun set in the sky and took in the colors of the sky in awe. The end of another day. I knew tomorrow would be interesting and my day starts early. 'Johnson you have no idea what's coming down on you' I think with a smile. 'No one messes with my guys or me'.

XXXXXX

Johnson Takeout

Pulling up in front of Rangeman I noticed Tank and Lester leaning up against the outside wall. It was just before 3am and I was glad I didn't have to wait for them. I hated waiting, but I was also concerned that they guys in the control room would call and tell Ranger I was here.

Climbing in the car I got a quick kiss on the cheek from both Tank and Lester before pulling out. We drove in silence for a while until Lester broke the silence, "So who do we get to get payback on Beautiful?" Lester asked cheerfully.

I looked at tank with a questioning gaze before turning back to the road. "I sent him a text message with limited details last night." Tank replied.

"Limited!" Lester laughed. "I got a message that said 'payback time, meet me at 3am outside'. So who are we going after?"

"Well, we don't have to find this someone, he's already being held somewhere for us." I commented flatly.

I could see the frustration building in Lester and I wanted to laugh at him. He hated it when I kept things from him intentionally. "So who, and where?" he replied, no laughter in his voice.

"Don't worry you'll get to use up some energy Les. Depending on what you do you may not need your morning work out either." I offered.

I saw his eyes widen just a bit, before they narrowed. I think he was figuring it out. "Who?" he asked rather sternly.

I decided not to push him too much further. "Johnson." was my only reply. His only reply was a guttural growl, then a slight smile and a nod of his head.

"You won't need your vests. He has no weapons on him and there will be no one else there but us. It'll probably take us about an hour to get there once we reach the docks." I explained.

"Have you talked to the General about this?" asked Tank.

"Yes and we are in complete agreement. This ass hole doesn't live to see the light of day. So we will be done before the sun comes up this morning. But before we finish with him, I want some answers. You two can work out who finishes him off if you want, or I'll do it, which ever you prefer. As I see it you deserve the right to make him pay if you want to." I offered.

"We'll work it out." Tank replies and Lester nods his head in agreement.

"Under each of your seats I have clean Glock's for you to use if you see fit to use them. We will dispose of them as well." I commented as we pulled up to the docks and parked. A speed boat was waiting for us at the usually slip I use and we all loaded on. Lester cast off the ropes and I slowly pulled away and as soon as we were out of harbor I put the coordinates into the GPS and gunned the engine.

The ride was choppy, but it was one of my favorite ways to travel, just another way to make me feel like I'm flying. The guys were silently sitting behind me, but the closer we got to the boat holding Johnson I could feel the tension growing.

A short while later we were pulling up along side the boat floating in International waters, far enough away from land that no one would witness what would be taking place and no one would come sniffing around. Tying the speed boat to Johnson's current prison we climbed aboard, looked around and then made our way blow deck to the metal door that was bolted shut from the outside. I made quick work of the locks and opened the door. The guys waited outside the door as I stepped in, leaving it wide open, to see a sleeping Johnson chained to a chair in the middle of an empty room, I noticed that he was wearing nothing other than a pair of boxers. Hmmm, they must have taken him from his bed the other day.

The man didn't even stir when I walked in the room, and I wasn't being quiet about it either. Since he didn't seem to be waking up I took it upon myself to slap him with half my strength across the face which still had his head jarring to the right at the contact. His eyes shot open in surprise. He slowly turned his eyes to look in my direction to squint his eye at me, and try to figure out who had woken him up. Since the room was dark I knew he couldn't tell who I was.

I took a step back and switched on the lights so he could see exactly who it was. A look of surprise crossed his face before he sneered at me. His only response was "You."

"Were you expecting someone else? Have you pissed off that many people Johnson?" I asked.

"You just signed your own death warrant bitch." He replied with an angry tone.

"Really? You think so? Why would that be?" I asked.

"You stupid bitch. You just took a government official captive. You're holding me against my will. They will come to find me and then you'll die for this. You never turn on your own." He replied with a smile.

"Hmmm. I certainly know that, and would never turn on my own, but I would have thought you would take your own advice." I calmly stated as I leaned up against the wall looking him straight in the eye crossing my arms across my chest.

I saw him swallow slightly before replying, "I don't know what you're talking about. I send our men to take care of problems we have been asked to help with. You are nothing but a stupid cunt that has slept her way to where she is."

I laughed at him, a full on laugh that had my side aching. As I got myself under control I looked at him to see his face getting red. "Is that what you do? A desk jockey? Someone who sends out the real men to do the dangerous work, while you sit back and collect your money at their expense?"

"Listen here bitch; I have more contacts than you could ever dream of. If I disappear people will come looking for me and they will hunt you down like a dog." He sneered at me.

"Oh I don't think so Mr. Johnson. You may think so, but I don't happen to agree with you. Do you recall how you got here? Do you know who took you from your bed and brought you to your current home? Do you think your government knows where you are or cares that you may be in danger?" I asked him calmly.

"Yes." Was his only response gritted through his teeth. I could see the sweat forming on his forehead, he was nervous.

"Well, Mr. Johnson let me be the first one to tell you that your government certainly knows that you have been taken, but they won't be doing anything to save your sorry ass. As a matter of fact Your Government is in on this." I explained.

At my comment his face goes white as a sheet. "That's not possible. I'm their best handler for Special Ops. They wouldn't do this to me. This is all you. You'll be tried for Treason."

"Interesting that you should bring that up MR. Johnson," I pushed from the wall and step towards him still keeping my arms across my chest, "because I don't think that the US Government takes kindly to their secrets being sold to other governments, or their soldiers lives being put in harms way intentionally. Would it Mr. Johnson?" I look directly into his eyes and saw realization dawn on him. I hauled off and punched him in the face, snapping his head back hard. "You sent your best team in to a situation to get them killed Mr. Johnson." I punched him again, snapping his head back even harder this time. "You gave information to another government for work that was being done to capture the very people your own team was there to take out. Do you think this would go unnoticed?" I asked. This time I round house kicked him and broke his knee.

"You have no proof." He tried to argue screaming. "And my word will go a lot farther than yours will."

"I think you have a higher opinion of yourself than others do." I laughed, but not a friendly laugh. "Did you think that not following protocol when finding that one of your operatives had been captured would not go unquestioned? Besides there were other things that can be proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you turned against your own Mr. Johnson." I stepped back allowing the pain I had inflicted on him to grow.

"You have no proof. There is nothing to find anywhere of what you claim I have done. Now let me go before you make a very big mistake." He said, but with little force behind it. He knew I was getting close to the truth and he was in panting trying trying to control his pain.

Returning to lean against the wall looking at him I began to ask him questions, "How about the off shore bank accounts that can be traced back to deposits from Columbia? How about the fact that your teams were not as successful as they could have been because information that they had passed to you, their government handler, was then passed to someone in the operation itself to prevent them from succeeding? How about the fact that Escobar himself gave you up? Not that we didn't know before that, but why else would he know your name if you weren't working with him? It just gave us that last bit of confirmation that you were in on the entire thing. You sold out your country and your soldiers, some of which were killed and or tortured because of you."

With each comment his eyes were getting wider and wider. The anger was rolling off him in waves. He knew he was a dead man no matter what.

"The only thing that I don't understand is why you turned and it seems like most of the activity has been within the last year and a half." I replied. I knew the answer I just wanted to hear it for myself.

It seems that I may have poked the bear with that one because he just started spewing words at me. "Because of you Bitch! YOU! I had everything planned out, I was going to be retiring with a very large sum of money and live a comfortable life doing what ever I damn well pleased. Then you came along signing your contract with the government and my work grew smaller and smaller. You ruined everything. I had the best team that went in and did everything they were asked to do. Until you came along that is. I had hoped that I would be your handler, but no, you had to work with the General ONLY. In order to make sure that my plans were still solid I turned to other sources of income. Then I knew I would have to take you out at the first opportunity I had, too bad it didn't happen. You've done nothing but be a thorn in my side. So I worked to send in a team that would guarantee your arrival in Columbia so you could be taken out. "

"That didn't work out too well for you did it?" I gave him an evil smile.

"No, nothing goes according to plan when it comes to you." That comment caused me to laugh. "My team went down with bad intel, but somehow they came out of it alive. Lucky for them, but that doesn't have to be the case for very long. They'll go down just like you. You're only good for one thing, all women are, laying underneath a man and taking it." He yelled at me.

"So in other words if I were to release you right now from your chains you'd be able to take me and put me in my place Mr. Johnson?" I asked him flatly not waiting for his response. "So why did you choose that specific team? And why did you give them bad intel? I'm curious."

"Of course. The only reason you've gotten as far as you have is because you spread your legs for everyone. You have no business being in this field, this is a man's job." He seemed almost insulted that I would question him. "As for the bad intel, I knew what that team meant to you, that team made sure you went down there, but they were also expendable. All soldiers are, they signed their lives away to the government the minute they enlisted."

"If that was the case then why didn't you just take me out yourself? Too chicken? Afraid you'd get caught? Or maybe it's because you knew you'd never survive taking me on." I replied.

"Fuck that, no piece of snatch would have the upper hand on me. You're just another piece of ass; I'd have you begging for mercy before you knew what hit you." He yelled at me.

I thought a quick subject change was in order. "So what's your connection to Blackhawk Mr. Johnson? Did you have any part of his plan? Did you give him the information on your current team in the field?" I was trying to catch him off guard which apparently worked.

"I didn't give Blackhawk shit. The last I heard from him he was taking some time off. What do you want with him? You sleeping with him too?" He sneered at me.

I just glared at him. At least I knew now that Blackhawk was working alone, or at least for the most part. Thankfully he wasn't working with Johnson.

At that moment Lester and Tank stepped into the room. I saw the look on Johnson's face go from white to ashen and I got an evil smile on my face. "Well boys, I think I have all I need from this piece of shit. I'll let you take your payback from him now if you like." My smile grew in size at the thought of what they were going to do to him.

Without another word the guys advanced on him and I watched as both Tank and Lester took turns pounding on him. Watching the men move through punches and kicks was like a graceful dance that was well choreographed. They both went on for about 45 minutes before I stepped out of the room to ready the bomb that would take care of the boat that would be sending Johnson to his watery grave.

It wasn't long before I was done and I heard two simultaneous gun shots signaling the end of Johnson. I walked back to the room that Johnson was being held in and saw Tank and Lester standing over his body staring down at him.

"You guys ready? The sun will be coming up in a few minutes." I said.

It took a minute before they could reign in their anger and Tank responded, "Yeah let's head out Blaze. I'm done."

"You got it Beautiful. You all set?" Lester asked turning around to look me in the eye.

"Yep, and I'm getting hungry. I need food." At my comment they both laughed and we headed up on deck and loaded on to the speed boat. After launching from the side I gave the engine gas and once we were far enough away I slowed us and hit the button. Turning around to see the boat we had just left blowing to pieces. A slight feeling of satisfaction washed over me. I thought to myself, 'No one messes with my guys'. Watching the major pieces of the boat sink below the surface was enough for me to turn and get the boat headed back towards shore.

As soon as we were back to shore I asked them, "What time do you have to be at work today?"

"I'm off today Beautiful." Lester commented.

"I have the late shift today, so around one." Tank replied.

"Alright let's go back to the house and have breakfast, then we can relax for a while before I bring you guys back. That sound okay with you? Maybe we can even go for a swim." I offered.

"Sounds good to me." Lester said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead.

"I'm game. It'll be nice to relax for a bit before work." Tank replied.

With that we all climbed in the car and headed towards Deal for a morning of relaxation. God knows the afternoon probably wouldn't be quite so pleasant.

Alright everyone, let me know what you think. Next we will get Ranger's reaction to being left behind and the search for Blackhawk begins.