A/N: Been home from hospital for a few days now, still not doing much. But it's early days. So here's the next installment.

Chapter 6,

10. p.m,

It was dark outside, Michael had been dozing on and off for hours. His body recovering from the ordeals of the day. Earlier in the evening the cannula had been removed and he had been given a small meal. Afterwards he had fallen back into a restless sleep, each time he opened his eyes the was an armed man staring back at him. When he started to become fully awake he sought to hide it by keeping his eyes half shut as he looked around. The was always at least one of them watching him, a couple of them were asleep, probably the night watch. He moved his head round slightly to check out another part of the room. So far seeing nothing that could help him. This new group were professionals, so why had the the extraction team been amateurs? It was one of the many questions that he had no answer.

"Good, you're awake." It was the team's leader, Pete. "Stop playing games. I know you're awake." He emphasized the statement by kicking Michael's ankle as he moved a chair round in front of him.

Michael opened his eyes and gave Pete a big friendly smile. "Don't try that on me either, it won't work. You can't buy, or charm your way out of this." Pete sat down. "I wanna make sure you understand what the situation. You're restraints are government issue. All my team are ex military, so you work out your chances of getting away. If you behave yourself, you get food and water, and trips to the bathroom. Then tomorrow like I said before, you get handed over to the man who is going to pay us alot of money."

"So what's in it for me?" Michael asked. His eyes checking out the positions of the doors and windows. Where they had their weapons stacked. The position of the guards. Anything that might help him when he saw a chance to escape.

"You cause any trouble, I'll shoot you in the foot." He placed the barrel of his rifle against Michael's bare foot. To make his point. "It won't kill you but it'll cripple you." He pushed down for a second, drawing a wince from Michael. "So, in a minute a couple of my men are going to take you upstairs let you get cleaned up before we lock down for the night. Do we have an understanding?"

"Sure." Michael replied. For the time being he didn't see he had much choice.

Outside of the bathroom he was made to wait while one of his guards gave the other his weapons then, the now unarmed guard pushed him into the small bathroom. One of the handcuffs was undone and he was told to get on with whatever he had to do. Once he was done the handcuff went back on and he was taken back downstairs. He was pushed back into the chair and strapped in place like before. He stiffened as his left arm was grabbed and held still, he could only watch as the medic found a vein and a needle went in.

"It's a sort of sedative, so we can all sleep easier." The medic told him as he withdrew the needle. "It'll kick in soon, don't try and fight it." A few minutes later Michael's head fell forward and his body slumped.

The medic knelt in front of Michael and lifted an eyelid, satisfied. He looked up, "Right, it should be a quiet night now."

"Go get the bed rolls out of the cars and then we'll lock down the whole place." Pete told the others.

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11 p.m

Fiona had kept a watch through her scope until it was too dark to see anything. Once they were sure nobody was going to be out scouting the perimeter, she removed most of her weapons keeping just the hand guns and her knife.

"This is just a scouting mission Fi, even if you see Michael don't go in alone. I mean it, even if he is hurt." Sam hoped she was listening to him. "I'm giving you half an hour, put a tracker on the SUVs that's your main task. If you're not back then I'm gonna set off a flare."

She looked at him and smiled, he could just make out her face in the dim light of a shielded torch. "It's ok Sam, I'm listening."

He watched her set off moving silently, her figure soon disappearing in the darkness. She dropped closer to the ground as she got near to the house. The was a guard on the porch, she couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. At the vehicles she felt around the rear bumpers and set the trackers in place. Backing away, she then made her way round to the side of the property looking for a good view of how many people were in the house and hopefully get a look at Michael.

At a side window she risked peering inside, the lights were dim, the was two men asleep on the sofas, both in black trousers and T shirts, at a table another one dressed in the same type of clothing sat talking with three others in civlian dress two men and a woman. Altering her position slightly she could see further into the room, spotting a man with a rifle pointing at a figure slumped in a chair. "Michael." She breathed the name willing him to look up and see her face. She watched with baited breath but was disappointed he never moved. Sighing she checked her watch, it was time to head back before Sam started setting off flares.

"Put your hands on the window!" Came the order followed by the touch of a gun barrel on the neck. Fiona froze in place weighing up her options. She placed her hands onto the pane of glass, her legs were kicked further apart then she felt her guns and knife being thrown to the floor.

"Hands behind your back." Handcuffs were clicked into place. Then she was dragged into the house.

"Fiona Glenanne. Nice of you to join us. Is Sam Axe with you?" She guessed this was the man in charge. After a cursory glance at him. She turned her attention to Michael. Who still hadn't moved.

"He can't help you, at the moment he can't even help himself. Where is Sam Axe?"

"Find him yourself." She answered defiantly.

"Get her sat down and gagged, for now I don't want Westen to know we've got her. Honey you go with them, you'll have to watch her." Pete ordered. "Then check the vehicles, she was up to something and Axe must be out there somewhere so take care." They took Fiona upstairs with Honey following. Once she was sat down and gagged they left her with her guard.

While the two guards had taken the Glenanne woman upstairs, the other two who had been sleeping were setting their bullet proof vests in place and checking their weapons. Once the other two came downstairs they headed for the door. As the first man went through the door the sky was lit up, and all hell was let loose.

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11.30 p.m

Sam Axe gave Fiona an extra five minutes before setting off the flare, he had covered his eyes for the initial burst of light and then quickly looked and gauged the situation. Fiona was no where in sight so they must of captured her, he took aim with the M14 and opened fire. He took aim at the man in the door way knocking him back inside. He fired at all the vehicles and at anyone who was stupid enough to show their face. As the flare died out he pulled the pin on one grenade throwing out into the clearing to keep pursuers at bay. Then he took off as fast as he could back to the cars. Fiona's car held most of the weapons so he quickly got the Grenades out of his and then took off in Fiona's Hyundai. He hated leaving his car but the was no choice. He had slowed them down now he needed to get help.

Midnight,

Sam drove up onto the main road travelling just far enough that if the group in the house came after him, it would take them a while to find him. He was fairly certain he would hear them coming as, while Fiona was watching the house he had been laying traps. He had laced the track and some of the surrounding land with trip wires attached to grenades. It might not stop trained men in daylight but it would defintely slow them down in the dark. He had actually quite enjoyed it, it had been a long time since he had last used these particular skills. Fiona and Michael tended to take care of any bombmaking and booby traps that were needed nowadays. He was pretty sure he had stopped them moving Michael to a new location, and hopefully if Fiona had been taken alive they would try to use her as a hostage. He had made sure they had no transport of their own and if they tried to get into his car they would get a nasty shock from that too.

He pulled off the road and parked under the lights of a service station to make a call he needed help. He got out Fiona's cell phone and scrolled down to the number he wanted.

6 a.m

Sam Axe wanted to pull his hair out, or maybe pull his ears off. When he had made the call he knew he was going to end up regretting it. First, he had gone through an interrogation explaining why he was using Fiona's cell phone, then he had to explain as much as he could about what had happened to Mikey. Then lastly he had to calm down the over excitable arms dealer and tell him to bring whatever he thought best for attacking a house full off armed men. Now the man sat next to him in Fiona's car while his body guard sat in the double cab pick up truck they had turned up in.

"Seymour!" Sam shouted over the man's excited chatter. "We need to get back to the house. Fi could be looking for us. I've told you the whole story, twice. I've looked at what you've brought with you, and it's all great so lets get going, ok buddy."

How Michael had not shot this man during their meetings Sam was at a loss. He finally managed to talk him into getting back into his own vehicle and follow him back to the house so they could make an attempt to rescue Fi and Mike. He vowed he would, after several very large drinks, cultivate his own arms dealer contacts when they got back to Miami, he had got lazy relying on Fiona for weapons, and this is what happened when she wasn't about.