Cloak and Dagger

Chapter: 6 EDITED AND REWRITTEN

(I own nothing)

"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Major Sounds*

Michael's Narrations

-X-

For anyone that works in covert ops, names have a special power. Knowing someone's real name, who they work for, you got something on them. Out a spy in the field and you can get 'em killed, out a bureaucrat in a restaurant and you'll just piss him off.

"Jason, Jason Bly!" Michael called while standing at the bar of a cozy open air bar, seeing his C.S.S. handler and waving said person's ID at him with a smug little grin on his face, "It's good to see you, I figured you'd find me sooner or later."

Turning around to face everyone else that was sitting around at the tables Michael took a few steps in, "Everyone! Everyone! This is Officer Jason Bly of the CSS," he called while flashing the ID around, making Bly gave a small wave to a few of them while walking towards him, "It is a branch of the NSA, performing covert intelligence support of the military-"

"Alright that's enough," the man snapped with his head cocked back.

Michael hid a smirk, "Really, you think?" he asked childishly, "Because I was going to get into the history of the service a little bit, give them some background."

Bly plucked the ID from his hand making him stop talking, "I suppose you think you'll be able to leverage stealing my Agency ID badge for a ticket off the black list?"

Michael took a sip of his drink with a frown, "No I just wanted to get to know you better,"

Bly smirked, taking off his sunglasses, "Yeah well I've been getting to know you and ah… your friends too, Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne, Harrison Black,… your mother,"

"Oh Bly," Michael sighed, "I thought I told you, this is just between you and me,"

He shook his head, "See I don't think so, adjusting to your circumstances is a process… It's natural for there to be some grieving, some anger, some… denial, involving your friends and family is an important part of adjusting." Bly stated with a shitty grin of his own, "For example, your girlfriend Fiona…"

Michael chuckled before going straight faced, "She's not my girlfriend,"

Bly nodded, "Yeah, I know… on again off again. That is a complicated relationship man, I've been listening to the surveillance tapes and you know what I think, is that you both have some issues."

"One mans opinion,"

Bly nodded, "That's true," he admitted before looking around, "She is coming here to meet you isn't she?"

Michael sipped his drink as Bly checked his watch.

"If my information is correct, both she and your friend Harry should be here shortly," he mused just in time for a Fiona to pull up with Harry sitting in the passenger seat, "Hey what do you know, there she is." he smiled before turning to look at Michael, "Mike she's a really fine looking girl, she does take risks though doesn't she? That car was stolen three weeks ago and if you look inside that trunk… it seems like they've been doing some gun dealing,"

"They can handle themselves," Michael stated while finishing his drink.

Bly grinned, "No, you should talk to them, because if they get caught, you may never be able to sort out those thorny relationship issues with her,"

A police siren came from the distance and Michael jumped into action.

-X-

Harry leaned foreword in his seat as Michael came running, "That… isn't a good sign," he muttered before hastily turning and jumping into the back just in time for Michael to open the door with a white cloth.

"GO!" he urged before Fiona hit the gas and sped down the road, "Bly set you two up,"

"Bly?" Fiona repeated.

Harry got settled in the back, "That dirty wanker,"

Fiona made a hard right making Harry slam into the door with a curse as a police car pulled behind them.

"You got guns in the trunk?" Michael asked looking over the seat to see the lone police cruiser.

"I cracked my bloody skull on the window," Harry called.

Fiona looked at Michael, "A few semiautomatics,"

"Do you even care?" the British ex-spy asked loudly.

They ignored him, "Michael they were selling Browning 9mm's for two hundred a piece," Fiona told him happily.

"I'm seeing stars… blacking out,"

Michael hit the dashboard with his hand, "You got unregistered weapons in stolen car, Fi!"

"You know," Fiona started while speeding around a corner, and taking off her sunglasses, "You have always had a problem with my work. I have always supported you,"

"I'm helping people, your running guns!" he shot back, raising his voice, "There's a big difference,"

"Will you two shut the hell up!" Harry yelled from the back, leaning up between them, "You can continue this back at the loft but I swear that if we get arrested I'm gonna shove my loafers up your arses,"

They agreed and Fiona swerved into a parking garage, slamming on the breaks just a little ways from the ramp before all three got out of the car.

"See you two back at the loft!" Michael called as they split up, running and leaping over the edge of the wall and into a hidden alleyway while Fiona bolted down the stairs.

When both were out of sight, Harry pulled out his wand and unlocked the trunk with an unlocking charm as he heard more sirens closing in. He figured that he had at least a couple minutes before the police came in with back up so he quickly picked up the small duffle bag full of pistols and charmed the tire iron into a portkey just in time to vanish before the cops came in.

Appearing a quarter mile away from Michael's loft, he walked up the sidewalk towards the club parking lot that it was over and made it in and up the steps without any trouble. While he had earned their trust and friendship, they hadn't seen fit to give him a key yet though, not that it was a problem. With a quick charm, he opened the door and walked in, moving over to the single cushioned chair that just so happened to be Michaels favorite where he sat down right after dropping the bag onto the bed.

He and Fiona had been getting along fabulously, despite the slight age difference and questionable pasts. They shared a passion for weaponry and ordinance that bordered on the edge of being a neurological problem and had a tendency not to care if someone had to get shot, although he hadn't openly stated his view on the last job. It was kind of weird too, Fiona could make explosives out of things you could buy from a hardware store and knew how to handle it and he could make a small batch and make it explode with twice the power.

The door to the loft opened and he looked up to see Fiona walk in, waving back to someone outside.

"You got here quick," He mused broadly as she turned to see him.

Fiona blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting him to be there before her, "I got a ride, nice old man named Hubert." she told him while closing the door, "but how'd you get here so quick?"

He shrugged, "I have my ways," he smirked while nodding to the bag, "I brought you a present,"

Fiona saw the duffle bag and perked up, "My Browning's!" she cheered while walking over and laying provocatively on the mattress, opening the bag and kicking her legs slowly in the air while pulling out one of the pistols.

She pulled the slide back and smiled at him hotly, "You sure know how to treat a lady," she grinned while pulling herself to the edge of the bed and pushing her guns out of the way.

He watched as Fiona slid around and off the bed, before moving over to him and straddling his waist with a sexy smirk, "Fiona…" he started softly as leaned down and kissed his cheek, "We really shouldn't… not here, the surveillance…"

Fiona leaned back still smirking at him and taking this time to rub her backside against his lap, "I already disabled the cameras… and their listening devices…" she explained as her rubbing slowly got rougher, soon turning from little back and forth motions to hard dry humps.

"But… Michael…"

Fiona huffed, grabbing him by the ear and yanking, making him hiss at her, "Listen here Harry, Michael isn't going to show up for an hour or two, he won't come straight here to make sure he isn't followed."

Harry grabbed her hips, "That may be, but Michael is… well somewhat of a friend, it'd be like betraying him,"

"We aren't in a relationship Harry," Fiona pointed out, "He cares about me but all he's worried about is that damn burn notice," she huffed before smacking his hands away from her hips, "I'm a woman, I have needs too…"

He felt his resolve weaken, all of his fortitude rushing straight between his legs as she pressed her rear harder into his lap and massaged his manhood while rubbing his shoulders with a slurry smile.

"Your one of the best guys around here," Fiona cooed to him, inwardly smirking as she saw the weakening look on his face, "Your handsome, funny… you know how to shoot a gun," she paused while looking down at the black T-shirt and jeans he was wearing before sliding her hand across his chest, "It doesn't have to be official, we can even hide it from Sam and Michael if you want."

Harry's only answer was to lean up and meet her mouth with his, wrapping his arms around her tight as they deepened the kiss.

He knew Michael had feelings for her but didn't want to risk hurting her should he get back in, he could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at her and seemed content just by her presence. At first he planned to just stand back and not get in their way, to let their love blossom when the time came, but if Michael was going to continue to emotionally ignore what was right in front of him then fuck him. At least Fiona agreed to keep it hidden from the others, learning that the girl you like is taking it from another man, especially the one who's helping you, can really put a strain on the working relationship.

Harry grabbed Fiona's ass and stood up, pulling away and breaking the kiss before smirking, "We keep this a secret… agreed?"

She nodded before yelping as he threw her onto the foot of Michaels bed, making her bounce slightly and wrinkle the kaki skirt and shirt she had wore to the gun deal, "Oh I like how this is going!" she huffed before going for her belt, only for Harry to kneel down and stop her.

"No, we keep the clothes on, by the time we hear the gate open outside it'll be too late,"

No Lemons… period

Harry fixed his pants and fell back onto the chair, "We're defiantly doing that again," he said in a tired daze. Sex was the ultimate exercise, run ten miles in a flat out sprint and you'll still be able to have sex, but if you try it the other way around and you'd be lucky to make it out to the street, especially with the beautiful female grinning from the bed.

Fiona's phone rang and to his shock, and hidden shame, she stood up with a slight limp and answered it with a normal sounding 'Hello?'.

He watched as she turned, swaying her hips just a little more than usual while walking towards the steps of the raised metal loft inside the loft, turning to wink at him before heading up while talking to whoever it was while he grabbed a magazine that was laying next to the seat.

A few minutes later Michael showed up, surprised at Fiona had been and questioning them about how they got here so quick. They said the same thing as before while Fiona asked if Bly had in fact set them up, walking down the steps and towards the fridge with Michael following behind.

"He wasn't going to arrest you," Michael told her while stepping up behind her to grab a yogurt, "He knew I'd save you,"

Fiona ducked under his arm with a laugh, "Save me?" she mocked while opening the top and grabbing a spoon by the sink, "I don't saving,"

"The point is, it was a message to me to shut up and accept that I've been burned for good or my friends and family are fair game," he droned after getting a yogurt and a bottle of water from the fridge, turning and grabbing a spoon as well.

Harry snorted softly while turning the page but they didn't hear him, honestly he believed that Michael should accept it and stop hunting down the reason for him being burned, but that was just his opinion.

Fiona hummed and stepped next to Michael, "I see… I'm just curious… which one am I?" she asked him while acting like she hadn't just been bent over on his bed just a while ago by Harry and swallowed his semen.

"Can we discuss this later?" he replied, turning his head and looking at Harry, silently saying 'not around him'. "after everything is handled?"

"So after this business with Bly is finished we can discuss us?"

As Michael turned to the fridge to return the water, Fiona blew a kiss to Harry who hid a smirk behind the magazine.

"Sure,"

"I don't suppose killing him can expedite things will it?"

Michael gave her a look, "No Fi," he scolded, "He's the best lead I have… but if I'm going to war with Bly… I need to put some cash together…"

Harry was reading a surprisingly interesting article he found in the magazine about tanning, which pointed out some of the dangers of skin-cancers when he noticed that the two had gotten very quite. In all seriousness he had stopped listening after Fiona blew that kiss at him so when he looked over the top of the book, he were slightly surprised to notice that they were looking at him.

"What?"

Michael gave a small smile, "Harry, I'm going to need to put around ten grand together to get at Bly,"

He shrugged, "So get another job," he said before going back to his article only to freeze and look back up at him with a serious expression, "You mean you want me to give you the money?"

The man gave him a grin.

"And how prey tell would you pay me back… plus the 10 percent interest?"

That wiped the small grin off his face, either he could get the money from Harry and still have to find a job to pay him back or just find a job and use it.

He huffed, "I'll call Lucy,"

Harry snickered, "Tell her I said hey"

-X-

The job he was given was rather simple, this man named Ernie needed help with a gang extorting money from his neighborhood every few days and terrorized anyone who tried to resist. Basically the plan was to scare the hell out of them by making them think that they were up against someone much scarier than themselves.

So Michael dressed up in his badass psycho clothing, busted up Ernie's shop to hide their connection, then beat up some of the guys collecting money. He continued to do this, scaring the hell out of the crews until Concha, the boss had him brought in.

To make a long story short she asked him to kill his clients and then told her partner who was more like an assistant Diego, to kill him. Michael got to Diego first, saying that Concha told him to kill him which didn't surprise Diego at all. The man offered to take care of Concha himself with the bomb that Michael got from Fi and Harry before disappearing, saying that he'd never have to see him again.

As it turned out Michael never really needed the money, he had Barry the money launderer make it look like he and Bly were working together. Using records and photos, Michael put together a file that could kill Bly's future and blackmailed him into giving him the copy of his agency file and leaving him alone. After it was all said and done he gave the rest of the money back to Ernie, minus a few bucks for the expenses and enjoyed reading his falsified file.

-X-

After Michael got his Dossier, he spent the greater part of three days pouring over it like it held the answer to everything in life… although as much as he loved being a spy it wasn't that far off.

Sam did his thing with Veronica, going on dates and going to classes with her to bond, especially after Bly came by to apologize for tricking her into thinking that Sam had been cheating on her.

Fiona on the other hand was starting on a little side project for some extra cash, she was friends with a bail bondsmen who gave her odd jobs and since Michael had his face buried in that file like a thirteen year old with a playboy, Harry was the first to be called for backup.

"So who are you looking for?" he questioned while she sat on his couch. They didn't want to hurt the bail jumper too bad so they decided to stop by his place to pick some things up.

Fiona leaned back and relaxed on his sofa watching as he carried out a green ammo box from his bedroom and set it on his coffee table, "His name is Thomas McKee," she replied loudly as he walked back into his room and returned with a black plastic case, "I got a tip that his staying at the Victor,"

Harry nodded, "So…" he started while opening the latch on his ammo box, "You think these will work?"

She sat up as he pulled out a handful of loose shotgun shells, the primer was a shiny brass and the casing was off-white with 'Beanbag' on the side in black lettering, "A cop friend of mine sold them to me when they were cleaning out the riot equipment rooms, they replace the rounds every once and awhile and usually just destroy them."

Fiona took one with a small giddy smile, "I love these things!" she sighed, "I get to shoot people and not worry about killing them."

Harry grinned, "Then you'll love these," he said while opening the smaller black case. Inside were two Serbu Super Shorty Shotguns, measuring just over a foot long with a pistol grip handle and a folding foregrip on the front it was a perfect concealable shotgun that fit into most beach bags and some pocketbooks. Too bad they didn't meet length requirements and were illegal. The thing held three rounds in the tube in one in the chamber.

"Harry one day you have to show me your armory," Fiona said while loading rounds into the gun and making him nod.

"I just might, oh and just incase," he started while pulling out a taser from his back pocket, handing it to her.

Fiona took the taser and put it into her purse while placing a few extra beanbag rounds in her fanny pack as Harry picked up his shotgun and expertly threw one round into the chamber, pushed the handle forward and loaded three into the tube. It was a police technique taught to speed load a shotgun on the field, the idea was to always have one ready to fire while you were reloading. An idea that MI6 trainers adopted.

The Victor Hotel was on the beach so both were wearing beach clothing, Fiona had a beach bag with a towel inside so hiding the shotgun was simple for her. Harry on the other hand had some swimming trunks, a tank top and a unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt like what Sam wore so he took a strap and wrapped it around his chest and back underneath the shirt so it was hidden on his back. It would be a bitch to reach and aim but with shotguns you really didn't need to aim.

"Well Fi you ready to go bag us a bail jumper?" he asked after a minute, "I cleaned out my trunk and made sure there was nothing in there that he can use… unless he has the strength to rip a padlock off." the last part was muttered but ignored as they walked out of the house and climbed into Harry's yellow and black Shelby before they pulled out and drove towards the beach.

Parking a little ways down the street from the Victor hotel, Harry stepped out of his car and shut the door while Fiona grabbed her bag and shouldered it. They walked down the sidewalk a little while discreetly looking at the hotel before Harry noticed that a yellow jeep with a soft-top had custom plates reading TOMCKEE.

"Fi something tells me that this was a little too easy…" he said just in time to hear a woman scream.

Over near the steps of the Victor a man had rushed out and knocked over a woman, causing her to scream. He apologized and tried to help her up but she slapped his hand away, so he turned around and started walking. The man matched the pictures Fiona had and was dressed in light blue jeans and a cream colored blazer with a pink undershirt.

Harry chuckled at her as she gave him a smile, "Is it always this easy for…" he trailed off as a hulking man ran out of the Victor looking around wildly with a badge around his neck and a pistol on his hip, "Who's that?"

Fiona put her hands on her hips, "Wayne Ray, I may have snagged a few of his bounties." she informed him with a smirk.

Wayne pulled his pistol on Thomas and yelled for him to freeze, only for the man to yelp and bolt away.

Harry and Fiona started moving, "I'll take Thomas you take Ray!" she called to him and making him laugh, "Piece of cake!"

Thomas turned down an alley and Ray followed, Harry sprinted as fast as he could in his flip-flops and football tackled the man, bouncing off of him as they both fell.

"Hey watch where your going you stupid mother fucker!" he screamed to the man as he pushed himself up.

Ray stood, glaring at him before turning and running down the ally.

Harry stood and hissed, when he fell the shotgun on his back had dug in and nearly broke something, not to mention that he had took the full force of the impact, which was like running into a wall. Cursing, he followed while moving his gun around, he was getting even with that bastard.

Thomas ran, his adrenalin blurring his thoughts as he turned a corner and came to a dead end. Spinning around he whimpered as he saw Wayne Ray blundering into the alley and catch sight of him with a grin.

"End of the line McKee!" he chuckled.

Harry stepped up behind the man and cleared his throat, shotgun in hand, "Yeah for you!"

Ray turned around and saw the shotgun just in time to hear a resounding bang before a blinding pain in her thigh sent him to his knees.

Harry pumped the shotgun and shot again, this time hitting the man in the torso and knocking the wind out of him just as Fiona came up and passed by, grabbing Thomas and zip tying his hands before pulling him along.

"Good shot!" she whispered as she passed by, pulling Thomas along with the taser jammed into his ribbs

Harry smirked at her then to the coughing man before picking up his shotgun shells and hiding the gun. No need for anyone to see him with it in public and cause a panic or for his fingerprints to be found on the shells.

"Please, please I didn't do it, I'm innocent, I swear!" Thomas pleaded as they made him walk to the Shelby, "I was set up,"

Fiona stopped and looked to him then to Harry who was bringing up the rear before sighing.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking at Fiona who was pushing Thomas into the back seat of the car instead of the trunk.

"HEY!"

Flinching, Harry turned around and saw Wayne Ray stagger out of the ally with a bad limp while holding his chest. "Tell me later!" he hurried and said before jumping in and cranking the car.

Fiona pushed the seat back and climbed in quickly, shutting the door just in time for Harry to burn rubber and peel out onto the street.

"So where do we deliver him?" Harry asked after a moment, slowing down as they were out of the area.

Fiona looked over to him with a smile, "We don't, he says he's innocent so he's coming home with us."

Thomas, still with his hand zip tied gave a wave, "Hi I'm Thomas!"

Turning and staring at them, he unnerved the man in the back as he drove without watching the road, "Why am I not surprised?"

"T-the road!" Thomas stuttered.

Fiona crossed her arms, "Well I'm not going to let an innocent man go to jail unless I'm sure of it, the least we can do is just to make sure."

"THE ROAD LOOK OUT!"

Turning the wheel slightly, Harry swerved out of the way of a honking garbage truck without looking and turned his head towards Thomas, "I know how to drive," he stated before looking to Fiona, "Now, why should you believe him? Any bounty you go after will say that their innocent."

"It's a girl thing,"

Harry shook his head, "So… you want to call Mike on this or should I?"

-X-

When Michael showed up to Fiona's little river side home to find a man with his hands zip tied and looking at Fiona's collection of snow globes while Harry cleaned a compact shotgun a few feet away on the couch while Fiona was making a sandwich for herself, he honestly wasn't surprised to hear the story behind it.

"Bounty Hunter… the point is to collect the bounty by turning him in," Michael pointed out, leaning with his back against Fiona's counter and looking at Thomas while Fi was leaning next to him and looking into the kitchen behind the bar, "What is the bounty again four-thousand?"

Fiona nodded, "Yeah but he's offering us eight just to clear his name Michael… hear him out."

Harry cut a glance to the man as he picked up a snow globe and shook it with a laugh. "Are you seriously that easily amused?" he asked the man after a minute, making him turn and look embarrassed.

Before he could answer Michael and Fi walked over and sat down as Thomas held one of the snow globes. Looking at Fi he held it up, "Man you've been like… everywhere,"

Fiona shrugged, still wearing the bikini top and skirt from earlier. "Yeah, I work a job buy a snow globe, some people say I'm sentimental,"

Michael cut in, "Why don't you explain your situation…"

The man nodded, turning and carefully setting the snow globe down before turning to face them, "I do ah… liquor promotions for the Hotels down on south beach. Now, I'm friends with the girl who night manages the Victor, a couple months ago I'm making a delivery and she shows me this… ah… like the thing you pin on your…" he poked at his shirt and tried to think of the word.

"A brooch?" Fiona supplied, making him nod.

"Right. They were holding it for a guest… Two-million bucks!"

Michael crossed his legs, "She showed this to you why?"

He laughed, "Cause it's worth two million bucks man! I mean the thing had a huge rock…" he trailed off before sighing, "Anyway… it gets stolen and my friend gets fired for showing me the brooch… and the cops arrest me!"

"I'm guessing that there's more than that," Michael droned.

Thomas nodded, "Yeah, I have an access card, for the office for late night deliveries. I lost it and someone used it to rip off the brooch."

Michael had this face little smile on his face, he really thought that it was a bunch of-

"I want to help him,"

Harry looked to Fiona as Michael turned to her with a 'I can't believe you,' look. "I'm in," he agreed only for Michael to look at him with the same look as he had Fiona.

-X-

In the end Michael agreed to help and called Sam for a favor to talk to Barry. After making sure that Fiona was ok with keeping Thomas there at her place he waited for Sam to give him the information before he and Harry left to go get some information from a fence named Cristo who dealt in stolen jewelry.

"Rather nice place huh?" Harry called as he snooped through Cristo's belongings in his living room while waiting for the man to return.

"He sells stolen jewelry, of course he'd keep a part of it." Michael called back from the Kitchen, "Oh looks like Cristo left something in the freezer."

Harry chuckled at that and felt under the couch, "He left something under here too,"

Standing up with a necklace box in hand, Harry walked around the couch and into the kitchen where he found Michael eating some chips and dip from the fridge while holding a gold and emerald bracelet.

"You know some people have dust bunnies under the couch," he started while opening the box and finding a beautiful platinum chain with a diamond pedant, "I've never seen someone with platinum chains hiding there,"

A little while later a car pulled up and a man in a tan business suit came in, locking the door and going to cut off his alarm, only to find that someone had cut the wires. Nervous, the man slowly walked in to find a man sitting at his table with a bag of chips and a smile, "Your out of salsa,"

Harry walked up from behind him while his attention was on Michael and grabbed his wrist, twisting it violently and making him drop the pistol as a loud popping noise came from his arm before throwing him down.

Michael stood and grabbed the pistol as Harry zip tied Cristo's hands behind his back, "Mm, that looked like it hurt,"

"Who are you two?"

"Let's not talk about us, let's talk about what we want. We're looking for a piece of jewelry, 30kt, spider looking thing sound familiar?"

Cristo tugged at his bindings, "I don't know what you're talking about,"

Michael huffed, "Gotta do this the hard way," he muttered before pulling the mans phone out of his pocket, Harry clapped his hands telling him to pass it and he threw it over.

"Wait what are you doing that's mine!"

Harry chuckled, "That's the idea," he smirked before leafing through the contacts, "Oh this one looks promising,"

"Stop it!"

Harry hit the talk button and walked over to the table sitting down where Michael had been sitting and waiting for it to pick up, "Oh hello… oh this is Tom, your fence Cristo gave my your number, he called you a son of a bitch but you see I'm in some problems with a cartel and Cristo said that it was ok to drop your name… hello?"

He looked over to Cristo who was gaping and pale, "You know your friends are assholes, maybe…" he randomly picked the next one and grinned, "Oh Jasmine… sounds beautiful."

"Hello? Ah yes Cristo gave me this number, said that for a few bucks you'd get on you knees and…" He stopped and looked at the phone before looking to Cristo, "She hung up too!"

"OK stop! I got a call about the Brooch, but the guy was an amateur, he thought you could sell something like that on the streets. He got all pissed off when I said that he better hand on to it for at least six months. I told him that I'd look for a buyer but he needed the cash quick, I think that he's planning on moving it in Europe."

"What's his name,"

Cristo shook his head but began to panic as he heard his phone beep again, the sound it always made when going into his contacts, "NO I mean I don't know!" he said hurriedly, "But I have his phone number."

Harry and Michael looked at each other and shrugged, "Good enough."

-X-

The next morning Sam had one of his cop buddies find out about that number Michael and Harry got from Cristo, as it turns out the number belonged to the owner of the Hotel, a paranoid man by the name of Lawrence Henderson. Armed with this information he went to Fiona's to tell Thomas the news and met Harry who had spent the night there for extra security, staying up at night while Fiona and Thomas slept.

"The guy who owns the Victor did this to me?" Thomas repeated with a stressed groan, "I don't even know him,"

"I don't either," Harry groaned while laying back on an armchair, his arms crossed over his chest with the Serbu Shotgun between his arms and chest, "Now please be quite, I've been up for twenty-four hours and my head has a conga line dancing through it."

Thomas muttered an apology and stood up, walking across the room and past the door leading to the front with a shaky breath.

"Hard or easy, your choice!"

Turning to the voice, Thomas yelped at the sight of Wayne Ray standing on the other side of Fiona's glass door. Scrambling out of sight, Fiona and Michael stepped over to see who it was just in time for Ray to break the glass and start to unlock the door.

"Take Thomas out the back," Michael told Fiona

"No I think I'll-"

"FI!"

Fiona huffed and followed Thomas out through the back as Michael stepped up to meet Wayne, "Can we talk?"

Wayne snorted, "I'm through talking," he said while walking around him only for Michael to push him into the wall and back into the kitchen area.

Harry's eyes opened, both were red and burning from tiredness as he heard Michael trying to fight a well trained man both taller and tougher than him. Standing up, he glared at the two. Michael was on his back with Wayne chocking him so he took the safety off and took aim at Wayne, pulling the trigger and once again shooting him with a beanbag round.

Wayne screamed at it impacted him in the small of his back, the pain temporarily paralyzing him before a sharp swift crack to the head knocked him unconscious.

Michael looked up to Harry who held his gun like a bat, "Thanks,"

"Whatever, If you need me I'm going home, I'm to tired to deal with you anymore for now,"

To be continued…

-X-

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