The vengeance of Fiona Glenanne.
Part four,
As soon as they knew Thomas O'Neill wouldn't be returning to Eire anytime soon. The Smith brothers started to make their own plans to travel to Miami. Bobby would stay behind to carry on running the family business. Kian, Steve, and Craig would travel to Miami and find the girl themselves. Sean Glenanne had been seen back at his Mother's in Dublin still recovering from his injuries. If they moved fast he wouldn't know they had gone after his sister until too late. Besides with her boyfriend having been outed as an American spy Sean would have trouble getting anyone to help him protect her.
Two weeks after O'Neill's arrest they arrived in Miami and after getting settled into their rented villa. Kian made arrangements to speak to O'Neills attorney, he had some questions that only the man facing terrorist charges could answer. He had to spread quite a bit of money around but eventually he had his answers. He knew where Fiona lived, he knew who her friends were and where she did business.
He knew with the information he had gathered, killing her probably wouldn't be that difficult if all he wanted was a simple hit, but that wasn't all he wanted. He wanted her to suffer for what she had done to Craig. His younger brother not only lost most of his arm, his face had been so severely burnt he had under gone years of skin grafts and was still scarred. It wasn't just personal though, she had damaged their business, given others the confidence to chip away at their little empire. She had to be made an example, cross the Smiths and you would pay however long it took.
She did have a weakness, the ex spy, if they could get hold of him. Make her watch him suffer before killing the pair of them. Now that had possibilities.
They had a small window of opportunity, once Sean found out where they were, both Westen and Glenanne would be alerted. So they took turns following the couple from a distance waiting for the chance to grab one or both of them.
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The job had been an easy one, Michael actually had felt guilty involving Fiona and Sam, especially as Sam had a prior engagement. But they had made him promise he wouldn't go off and do things on his own. Apparently he wasn't a team player, so to prove them wrong he had told them he had a meeting with a disgruntled ex employee of their most recent client. They then insisted on providing what turned out to be unnecessary back up.
Afterwards Sam had set straight off to catch up with his friend and her luxury yacht. While Fiona had headed back to her own place to sort out a weapons shipment that should of gone out two days ago. Leaving Michael to go back to the loft to catch up on the sleep he had been missing recently.
It was a warm muggy evening, with no air conditioning in the Charger he had the window down. He pulled up at a set of traffic lights next to another car. The passenger lent out of their window and called out to him as he looked over he got a face full of mace. Pawing at his eyes with one hand he tried to get the window up. That was the last he knew as someone had quickly walked up and hit him hard knocking him unconsious.
He woke up tied to a chair in an abandoned office his ankles were tied to the chair legs his right wrist handcuffed to the arm of the chair. His left arm was pulled across the table in front of him. A rope around his wrist tied to the far leg of the table kept his arm out stretched palm upward. His eyes were fixed on the small piece of C4 taped to that hand. He glanced up as a tall heavy set man came into the room and pushed a detonator cap into the putty like explosive.
"Do I know you?" He asked, trying to mask his fear. He noticed two more men stood in the doorway.
"No. We know who you are though. Michael Westen, disgraced American spy. Close friend of Fiona Glenanne."
More people from Fiona's past, he should of killed Strickler when Fiona had first suggested it to him. Now he was being used to get to her.
"And the reason for this?" He eyed his hand.
"Oh that is to let Miss Glenanne know we've found her." Kian Smith smiled.
"Can't we talk about this first?" He asked, beginning to sweat. They obviously intended to blow his arm off and the wasn't a thing he could do to stop them.
"Oh you're going to talk." He pulled out Michael's phone. "This is what's going to happen, you're going to tell her to meet you. If you do well I'll end things quick for you. Otherwise, I'm going to start with your left hand and see how many more parts I can blow off until you die from blood loss and shock."
He scrolled to Fiona's number and pressed the dial key. Putting the phone on loud speaker he placed it in front of Michael on the table.
"Michael?" Fiona answered. "I thought you were going home to sleep?"
He hesitated, and Smith held up the remote switch, thumb over the trigger. "Fi, honey, I need you to come and meet me right now." He hoped she got the message.
"Where are you?" He couldn't tell by her tone if she had understood or not. Smith put a piece of paper down on the table with an address on it.
"I'm at the Glades industrial site warehouse 54."
"Ok I'm on my way." She hung up and he sighed, lowering his head.
"You've bought yourself a bit more time. I want to see her face when I take your hand."
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Fiona hung up from her call with Michael, he called her honey, had he meant it? It was an old code word for danger, run away as fast as you can. Also 'come right now' was what his Mother use to say to tell him to stay away. But he had only left her an hour ago what sort of trouble could he have got himself into in an hour? Had they missed something? She went to ring Sam, then took a deep breath he wasn't going to answer. He had gone straight from the job to the yacht belonging to his most recent lady friend. He was going to be somewhere out in the Atlantic Ocean, he couldn't get back in time. She was going to have to do this all alone.
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An hour had passed and they were still waiting for one of their lookouts to announce they had seen Fiona Glenanne approaching.
"He must of warned her somehow." Steve told his older brother glaring at Michael as he spoke.
Kian looked from his brother to the prisoner, running over what Michael had said in the phone call. "Is he right, did you warn her?" He raised the remote as a threat.
"I told her what you wanted me to." Michael pointed out. "She'll be here." He really hoped she had heeded his warning and was getting as far away as possible. Meanwhile he just wanted to delay getting killed. The longer they held him the more chance that something would come up that would allow him to escape.
"Let's take a look out there ourselves." Kian decided. He handed the remote to Craig. "Just watch him." He ordered
Michael could do nothing but sit and wait, while being very aware of the explosive attached to his hand.
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Fiona knew Michael had to be in the sort of trouble he didn't expect to get out of alive to tell her to runaway. So the way she saw it, she needed to get to him as quick as possible. That didn't mean she was going to rush, who ever had him obviously wanted her as well. She looked over her supply of weapons finally making a decision. A rifle, two hand guns a knife and lots and lots of bullets, as many as she could carry.
They would be watching out for her, so she parked her car well away from the industrail site and walked in using the buildings for cover. She needed to find one of the lookouts to get the information she needed.
She found what she was looking for, a man wearing a bullet proof vest holding an automatic weapon hidden behind a row of oil drums. They were expecting her to drive straight in. That was good, it meant they didn't realize Michael had sent her a warning.
She studied her intended target, he was a lot bigger than she was, he had a radio attached to the vest he wore. She would need to be quick enough to stop him calling up re-enforcements. He didn't even realize she was there, coming up behind him she used all her power to hit him on the back of his head with her rifle butt. Once he was down she dragged him with some difficulty out of sight and tied him up. Unclipping his radio she attached it to her own vest.
The lookout woke up after a couple of minutes to a splitting headache and a rifle barrel pushed into his chest. "Who do you work for?" She got straight to the point.
He shook his head, she dropped down beside him, placing the rifle on the ground she pulled out her knife placing the blade against his throat. "I'm in hurry and not in a particularly good mood. So answer the question." She put a little pressure through the blade and drew blood.
"Three brothers the one in charge is Kian Smith."
She nodded and gave him a smile of encouragement."How many men with them?"
"Five others." He gasped the knife was still drawing blood.
"Last question where is the prisoner?"
"In the warehouse office. Look lady if you care about the guy you should give yourself up."
She didn't answer just gave him a smile and then knocked him out again. So she was looking for five more look outs and then three of the Smith brothers. Wiping a stray piece of hair off her face she headed deeper in to the industrial site.
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Michael studied Craig Smith, noting the missing arm and the badly scarred features he could guess what had happened. He had nearly fallen for Fiona's bomb in a door handle trick himself. He had been about to let himself into her bedsit in Belfast city centre, when she had reached round him and stopped him opening the door. Moving him out of the way she had opened the door just enough to slip her fingers inside and disable the booby trap. Afterwards she had shown him her security precautions. "You can't be to careful." Had been her only comment.
Looking back at the table and his hand he knew he would have to be very lucky to get away with just scars and a lost limb. With his nerves stretched to the limit the sound of gunfire in the distance made him jump. Craig turned his head to listen for a moment before turning back to him a twisted grin on his face.
"It won't be long now." His voice was harsh and raspy due to the scar tissue in his throat.
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Fiona was dealing with the second lookout when the radio she had taken earlier crackled. "She's here." Came the voice of what would of been her third target.
Knowing she had been discovered, when he opened fire she was already ducking for cover. With the element of surprise gone she had to stop acting with stealth and cunning and go with loud and audacious. It was her preferred way of dealing with problems anyway. She just had to hope they continued to keep Michael alive as leverage.
She fell back to where she had left her car. She had always kept the promise she made herself all those years ago and didn't travel anywhere unprepared. Opening the trunk she exposed the place normally reserved for a spare tyre and pulled out a wooden box, inside protected by foam were six grenades. Slamming the trunk shut she headed back the way she had just came.
The third guard the one who had spotted her died without even knowing what had hit him. A fourth was already running away when the blast from a grenade sent him flying through the air. The last two witnessed what had happened to the others and disappeared before she got close enough to hurt them.
The Smiths obviously hadn't taken the time to check out their new employees references very well, she mused. Still they had Michael, if they had hurt him in any way they wouldn't live to regret it. Ahead she could see an old brick built warehouse the number 54 still visible on the wall. She stopped, squatting down behind a rusty skip to catch her breath before making her assault. All the old hate and rage was coming back, if she had finished what she started after Clare died none of this would be happening.
Michael read the expressions on the faces of the two older men as they came back into the room. Things were obviously not going quite how they hoped. He had seen that look before on the face's of those who tried to take on Fiona Glenanne.