Reddington had grown weary of Donald. He silent searched for a way to get rid of the agent. So far, all he could think of was the knife of was sticking slightly out of Ressler's pocket. He was sure that if he slit Ressler's throat, Sandra would run out of fear of what would happen to her. He'd wait a little longer so that he would be a little closer to getting out of here but wouldn't wait too long for fear of what would happen if they made it out and he hadn't escaped yet.
It was ten minutes later that Red decided to make his move. He pulled his arm out of Donald's grasp and grabbed the knife. While Donald was still confused, Red flicked the knife open and slashed at Donald. He had aimed for Donald's jugular but was thrown off when Sandra moved from shock. Instead, he ended up cutting into Donald's shoulder which got a yell of pain from him.
Red grabbed the cane from Sandra to hold him up after pushing her away. He held the knife up with the other hand. If Donald made any quick movements, Red was going to gut him like a fish. Instead of rushing in, Donald stood there as his anger grew.
"Take the girl and leave." Red stated. He wasn't about to try and get to Donald just to kill the bastard. "I'll give you a head start."
"I don't think you'd have much choice." Donald replied as he clenched his jaw. Red raised an eyebrow.
"And why is that?" Red questioned. Donald clenched his fist while Red's grip tightened on the knife.
"Because of this." He answered. He swung his fist as hard and fast as he could. His knuckles connected with Red's temple but not without Ressler getting a gash in his arm. Red dropped to the ground in a heap. "Let's get out of here."
"I-Is he gonna die?" Sandra asked as she walked along side Ressler who was still fuming.
"I don't know. More than likely," he answered causing her to look back at the fallen criminal who still hadn't moved. The day before she wouldn't have left him there but today, she had seen a different side of him.
"Did you know he was like this?"
"Yeah,"
"Why did you help him, yesterday?"
"I made the mistake of thinking of him as a human being."
Red woke up hours later with a pounding in his head. He laid there a moment trying to will away the head ache but did so in vain. He put the knife away in his pocket before grabbing his cane. It took him a minute, but he managed to stand back up.
Looking around, he expected to see Ressler. Instead, all he saw was the dirt road and trees. The sun had gone down, but he thought it would be better if he tried to get a little farther along the road. He got a few steps before he stumbled and fell. Maybe this hadn't been his best idea.