Author's note: Short chapter but enjoy! I'll try to update next week.
Chapter 10 :"Seems like you're enjoying this"
"Neal it's up to you, if I can get those men out of the control room, it'll be on you to move."
"Just me?"
"Yes me and Hank will have to go to the exchange. It'll have to look like he's really willing to sell me out to get out of here, but even then he won't let us go, and it might not be enough to get the control room empty."
Neal nods, understanding.
"Once we tell Chechik we're meeting him, there's no going back. Neal hooking up your anklet to the panel is the only way to get it back online, our only hope is that FBI is fast enough. Think you can manage?"
"I've played with it too much to not know how and Peter is the one man who know's how to find me. He's done it twice."
"That's what I'm hoping for. We also need to make sure there's no signal jammer or emp."
"Before I hook up my anklet, I'll check. It could just be a jammer blocking out the anklets signal."
"Okay, we'll be meeting him in the farthest down right corner of the building to give you some time. Even if you could only hook it up for a minute."
"The FBI should look at the anklets last known location and go there, looking for me they should have eyes and ears everywhere, so should Mozzie."
"Who?"
"Neither Mind, I got the plan."
"These two hours," he looks at his watch, taking a deep breathe. "Now one hour, should give me enough time to scout the room we're meeting him in and get a lay of the room, searching for any quick exits."
"We have to make it out of this negotiation alive and wait for backup."
"Exactly, and whatever we do we've gotta make it big."
They needed help bad, and he really wished Fiona were here right now. She'd always known how to make a good distraction and being honest that wasn't only reason he needed her. Even if he didn't show it at times, he loved her and if anything went south he just wanted her to know that.
Neal and Hank missed their counterparts too, Hank missed his brother, and Neal missed Sarah, but at this moment it was either fight or die and if they claimed to want to see those people ever again they had to fight .
"Hank are you ready?"
"Yea." he grabs the walkie.
"No not yet. We've gotta' make it look like you've been in charge this whole time."
"What?"
"I know this may be hard for you but I'm going to need you to punch me in the-"
Hank delivers two hard blows to Michael's facial area.
Michael coughs and spits out blood. "Face."
Like Michael's said, time and time again makeup couldn't stimulate bruises well enough to seem real to the naked eye, maybe to an amature but not Chechik. So that meant you had to get hit and hard.
"Seems like you're enjoying this a little bit too much Hank."
"Kinda," Hank smiles, "If we don't make if we out of here, I'll always have this."He says as he hits him again.
"I've been thinking, how did we end up here in the first place?"
Hunched over, Michael spit's once again. "I've been thinking about that too."
"What's the last thing you guys remember?"
"I don't know, it's a big blank or static like I passed out."
"We might've been drugged, he's done that before."
"How well do you know this man, you speak like this isn't your first time being held hostage by him."
"It isn't, but it'll surely be the last."
Michael cocks his gun before turning around the corner."
"Let's move," He turns over his shoulder once last time, " Neal we'll see you on the other side."