Tank looked toward the girl wondering if she would scream or recognize that the unknown might be more dangerous than what she faced. She just stood there, wide eyed. He felt a moment of sadness with the knowledge that this probably wasn't the first time she'd had to deal with the consequences of actions of relatives she'd not been able to choose. Ranger nodded toward the girl and edged from the room. Tank took his meaning and looked around noting the drop ceiling. He removed one of the tiles and judged the weight of the girl. Once satisfied he spoke softly to her.

"I'm going to lift you up into the ceiling and put the tile back into place. It won't be comfortable but you need to stay there until I either come back for you or you hear a horn honk three times. Do you understand?" She nodded, still wide eyed. "I promise that as long as I can prevent it, nothing bad is going to happen to you." He lifted her gently as though she weighed no more than a sheet of paper into the ceiling and replaced the tile. He edged silently out of the room following the path that Ranger had taken.

Ranger stood at the top of the stairs and listened to footsteps as the intruders swept the rooms. The command person was stationary and beyond him, he could hear two more steps of footsteps. The military boot sound and the precision of the search led him to believe professional while the path of the search suggested special op training. Ranger felt Tank come up behind him. No need to share the observations that Ranger had made as he knew Tank would have come to the same conclusions.

Ranger nodded to indicate that he would be going toward the door and that Tank should flank the other way. Ranger had no doubt that Tank could subdue two intruders, military training or not, but the person he really wanted was the command and Ranger could sense where he'd be standing. Pulling his gun from the holster, Ranger edged around toward the front door in the hope of getting behind the command.

"Drop the weapon!" he heard someone shout. There was a clatter as the firearm fell to the tile floor.

"I come in peace," Tank. He'd give any intel that he could so Ranger continued to edge around as he Tank was led toward his position. There was a bark of laughter when he stopped.

"Tony Collins, I should have known," he said loudly. Why was Tony Collins pursuing Cuban gangsters? They'd been in the Rangers together and a lot of bad blood had passed between them culminating in Collins being dishonorably discharged from the military. If Collins was in on this, Ranger could be sure that it was bigger and nastier than he'd ever imagined. He blood went icy cold at the thought of what Stephanie must be facing.

"Where's Manoso?" he heard Collins ask. "I know he can't be too far behind you." Ranger took the words as his cue to step forward. He moved swiftly up behind Collins and placed the muzzle of his handgun to the back of the man's head.

"I'm here," Ranger said in a softly cold voice, "and I'm wondering why you're here. I know you're just dying to tell me." Collins laughed.

"Nice move, Manoso. I've got two of my best here. You try anything and you're not getting out alive."

"I hope your best are also superhumanly quick because if you try anything you'll die first." Ranger said pressing the muzzle just slightly harder against the back of Collins' head. It was a psychological tact and from the tensing of muscles showed Ranger it was working.

"What I'm doing here is classified but I'm assuming that you and I are both looking for John Minardi." Ranger couldn't help but betray a little surprise but recovered quickly.

"You say the surveillance tape." He said, no question in his voice.

"I did," Collins said. "I saw your girlfriend too. Nice but not to the standard I'd expect from a ladies' man like you." Ranger didn't take the bait.

"What do you know?" he growled, pressing the muzzle harder into the back of Collins' head so that he bent forward slightly.

"Easy, tiger. If I knew more than you do, I wouldn't be here. Minardi stole something from me and I want it back."

"Who are you working for?" Ranger asked knowing that Collins didn't even get out of bed if the money wasn't right.

"This one is all me and its all pleasure. I have a list of scores to settle and Minardi is going to help me to get even with the person at the top of the list." Tank chilled at the look in Collins' eyes because at that moment he had no doubt as to who was at the top of the list and who needed to get to Stephanie first.

The door opened behind Ranger and he turned keeping the gun to Collins' head.

"Drop the gun. Please don't make me shoot you, Ranger," Rey said pressing his own gun to the back of Ranger's head.