Author's Note:

I AM SO SORRY. I have set myself a due date: Fridays. I try to update on Fridays. But, my life is hectic and insane at the moment, so it's hard to update regularly. :P Well, forgive me please and read on!

Hello friendly fellow Flashpoint fans! Okay, so... Reviews. Not only do they make me happy, but they are quite constructive, too. Like now I know that it's straight, not strait. (Sorry Canada3dayer, but I haven't changed it yet.) I also have had a (hopefully) wonderful idea! It might work, or it might flop around like a fish on a wooden deck.

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Do you like my flashback moments? Should I keep doing them, or do you think that they take away from the original storyline?


Spike was nervous. There was always an edge to each mission that made him nervous, but this was over-the-top. He knew that Toth would be listening and watching, so he was extra careful with his wording.

"This is Michelangelo Scarlatti, stating that any 'betrayal' is fabricated, and is for the sole purpose of bringing down the subject." He talked clearly into the little microphone, and watched the words appear on the screen. He closed his eyes, and felt Jules' hand on his shoulder. He picked up a disposable phone, and typed in the number that Kevin had called Raf from.

It rang exactly four and a half times before Kevin picked up.

"Yah? Who is this?" asked Kevin.

"This is Spike." he mumbled into the phone. "I'm using a different phone, one that they can't trace. So, it appears that you told my team that I'm an inside man."

"Yep, that's right," said Kevin. There were some odd noises in the background, like he was doing something with the glock.

"So... do you actually need an inside man?"

There was silence on the line. Kevin seemed to be pondering the question. Finally, he answered. "Yes, I guess I could use you. Gimme their positions."

This was the moment. Spike could turn back now, and make someone else do it. Greg had told him that he didn't have to be the double agent. Spike didn't like pretending to betray his teammates...

"Fonzie, what are we doing here?" Spike didn't like being a double agent. It was too stressful, and it was so very hard to keep everything straight in his mind.

"Well, mah po-liceman friend, we are here..." Fonzie trailed off as he adjusted a lamp. "Ahem, we are here to discuss yer latest nugget of inside information. Yew know, the funniest thing happened."
"Really? What?" Spike asked calmly, swallowing his nervousness.

"The cawps just appeared out of nowhere. If'n I had been there, I would've been arrested, or killed. Yew don't know anything about that, now do yew?" Fonzie glared at Spike, and advanced on the rookie, his hand reaching toward the gun shoved into his pants.

Spike jumped up and pulled his glock out. His hands were unsteady, and Fonzie disarmed him almost immediately.

"Where's yer po-lice friends now, greenhorn?" The leader of the Tigers' Blood gang (Fonzie) was steering a struggling Spike to the door.

It was over. The shot had been fired; Fonzie was dead and Spike had blown it. The gang knew that the cops were on to them, so they moved out of state. He had signed the resignation letter that afternoon. Everyone told him that he was moving on to greater things. The SRU had been headhunting him for a while, but he doubted that they'd want a failure like him.

Spike realised that Kevin was waiting, so he swallowed his fear and gave the coordinates. Greg had told Spike to give some real information the first few times to gain Kevin's trust.

"Thank you, mate. I'm sure that you know what'll happen if you lie to me... your friend the hostage will be living in heck on earth, if you know what I mean."

Oh yes, Spike knew what he meant. 'Twasn't too long ago that he had been in the clutches of Monty Glennon*.

"Okay, I think I hear them coming now. I gotta go." Spike hung up. He buried his head in his hands, and pushed Jules away when she reached a comforting arm around his shoulders. "Jules. Thanks for worrying about me, but I think that I need to be alone now."


Sam adjusted the explosives, and started to silently creep away from the building. Spike had said that unless Kevin was right beside the door, he wouldn't hear the explosives when they were set off. It was such a small amount of TNT that it wouldn't make much noise. Not much noise for TNT, anyways.

Sam started thinking about Jules. He thought that it was nice that she and Spike were such good friends. But, he was slightly jealous. It seemed that Jules cared more about Spike sitting in the truck than him, handling deadly explosives. All Spike had to do was call the perp and make up some crap about betraying the team. Sam, on the other hand...

He picked up a rock and threw it. Oh, he was jealous. More jealous than he had been in a long time.

He shook his head. No, he wasn't going to get bitter at Spike just because Jules was giving him some attention. But... Spike was already betraying the team...

"NO!" he shouted out loud. "This is what Kevin wants. He wants us to start doubting!"


Wordy listened to the chaos unfolding on the other side of his phone. He loved it. It was organised, and organised well. Ed was yelling at Raf about something, and Raf was yelling back. Greg was butting in, chastising Raf for being disrespectful. Sam was mumbling something about jealousy, Jules, and Spike. Jules was actually punching Spike, and he was typing as fast as he possibly could, making mistakes along the way, which made Jules punch him harder. It was glorious; Wordy could see how they were trying to throw Kevin off. He just hoped that it worked.


Kevin chuckled maniacally. He had a radio held up to his ear, and listened to the ruckus going on. He had easily tapped their comm. links, and listened with glee. He had apparently found the right button to push. They were going insane! His plan was working perfectly. He no longer needed the script; he tossed it aside. He was so high he didn't notice Wordy slowly reaching out with his bound hands and grabbing the papers. He just stood there, grinning like the idiot that he was.


Ed was enjoying this all too much. He realised that he'd have to apologize to Raf eventually for the things that he said. But, for now, everyone knew that he didn't mean it.

( I would chronicle what he said here, but most of it isn't fit for a T-rated story. And yes, I did just break the fourth wall. ;D )


Greg sighed. He didn't like bickering; it wasn't in his blood. He just wanted it all to stop. But, he knew that this is what it would take. So he argued.


Spike winced as Jules picked up a piece of computer equipment. He saw the glint in her eye, and ducked just in time. The expensive hardware smashed into the wall of the truck and sent the whole rig rocking. He covered the comm. link with his hand, and looked her in the eye.

"Is everything okay, Jules?" he whispered.

She seemed taken aback, and responded quickly. "Of course! I'm just making this seem realistic!"
"I'm not sure that insurance will like this," mumbled Spike. Jules got the hint, and put down the ceramic mug that was in her hands.

Spike looked at his shoulder. He was sure that a bruise was forming. Jules hit hard when she was motivated.


Sam yelled something into his comm. link. He sneaked around the side of the building, and met Raf at a blind spot in the security cameras. They nodded without a word and set off the explosives. When they heard the small pop, they crouch-ran to the white wall door. The lock hung loosely, and they disposed with it easily. They creeped inside, careful not to make any noise.


Wordy had finally gotten his trembling hands loose. He rubbed them as he sat up. Kevin was preoccupied with the radio, and Wordy thought that he could easily take the kidnapper down. After all, he was the guy to go to for close-hand combat. But just as he decided to go less lethal and try to knock Kevin out, the subject whipped around and sneered.

"Oh, don't even try," he growled. Wordy felt that it was time to act, and jumped to his feet. The tremors in his hands stilled, giving him confidence. Kevin just lazily raised the gun and shot. The bullet whizzed inches from Wordy's face. His eyes widened, and he slunk back down to the floor. Kevin wasn't afraid to shoot him; now that Wordy knew that for sure, he'd have to tread more carefully.

"Boss... Yes, that was a gunshot you heard; no, I'm fine. Really. But, I just tried to jump Kevin, and he knew what I was going to do before I did it. What does this mean?"
"Wordy. This means that we need to figure out what exactly is going on. Raf and Sam are sweeping the building as we speak. We'll find you soon, and we will save you."

Another Author's Note:

So... how did you like my belated update?

Sorry about all of the POV changes; I just needed to update and I've been writing in snippets. So, you get the story in snippets.

*Marty Glennon is Andorian Ice Princess-AIP's creation. I can't take any credit for him. If you want to read his story, see Hatred Is The Strongest Poison, by the user mentioned above. Again, he is NOT in any way mine.