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Pen had only backed off because she thought the deliveryman's was about to receive much harsher, and more painful, treatment at the hands of Guerrero, so she hadn't taken the news of his 'humane' treatment very well. The first time she tried to slip out of the office Chance headed her off at the elevator and led her back to the conference room with a polite but vice-like grip on her arm. Winston kept a close eye on her after that, and when Pen tried to sneak down to the garage via the stairs, he was only a couple of steps behind her. He knew exactly where she was going, and had a reasonably good idea what she would do if she got her hands on the man who was currently unconscious in the trunk of Guerrero's car.

Pen heard Winston's heavy footsteps behind her and waited for him to catch up.

"Whatever you have planned, Pen, I suggest you reconsider," he said.

"Really?" Pen snapped back at him. "You think maybe I should take your guest a nice fluffy pillow instead? Maybe give him a nice foot massage and see if he needs anything in the way of light refreshments?"

"What I told Ilsa earlier… It wasn't exactly a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either."

"Guerrero was supposed to interrogate the bastard! He was supposed to fuck him up with some of that medieval shit he does with his tackle box, not dose him up and kiss it all better! How did you think I would feel about that after what they did to Johno?"

Winston couldn't help noticing the catch in Pen's voice when she said Johno's name, and he wondered if there was more to their relationship than Pen had let on. Her face gave nothing away, aside from the fact that she was furious and was looking for someone to blame for the situation she and her crew were in. Brad the deliveryman probably wasn't the person who actually maimed Johno, but he was the closest person involved, so she would take what she could get.

"Pen, Guerrero did sedate that guy, but only after he poured undiluted disinfectant over the guy's hands and stuck his fingers clear through those knife wounds you gave him! And yeah, he stitched up the wounds, but he used a blunt needle and fishing line thick enough to land a god damn marlin!"

Pen narrowed her eyes and gave him a suspicious look. "Guerrero only dosed him after he was done? He was conscious the whole time?"

"He passed out a couple of times," Winston said, "but Guerrero waited for him to come round before he continued."

Pen considered this for a moment. Given the constraints Guerrero had been working under, perhaps he hadn't really let her down.

"I can't be sure he wasn't just messing with the guy," Winston said, "but Guerrero said something about feeling the guy's tendons snap."

Pen seemed to relax slightly and she gave Winston a smile that was chilling and yet slightly sheepish.

"For a while there I forgot that this was Guerrero we were talking about," she said.

Colgrove was not happy about Chance's plan. Actually he was not happy about a lot of things. Number one on his list had been Ilsa persuading him to sit in the conference room with his brother's murderer, but once he heard Chance's proposal, that easily topped being in the same room as Guerrero.

"You want me to go with the bastard who murdered my brother to see the man who ordered him to do it? Jut how fucking stupid do you think I am?"

Chance couldn't blame the guy for being angry and scared. He was just going to have to find a way to talk him in to going along with the plan. Ilsa's presence seemed to have some calming influence on Colgrove though, and it was only with her assistance that Chance had managed to coax him into the same room as Guerrero. Clearly her reputation as a business woman and philanthropist carried a lot more weight than any assurances a couple of former assassins could offer. Ilsa sat next to Colgrove and lay a reassuring hand on his forearm, but there was little more she could do to help until Chance had explained the plan.

"Santiago has hired an assassin to kill Bala Perdida," Chance explained. "If you are the one who tips him off, you'll get a chance to start again with a clean slate. Bala Perdida will deal with Santiago and you'll get your life back."

"What's to stop Bala Perdida from killing me too?" Colgrove demanded.

"He's pretty old-school when it comes to stuff like this," Guerrero said, ignoring the way Colgrove glared at him with a look of pure hatred. "You save his life and he'll be honour bound to return the favour."

"Besides," Chance said, "if word gets out that he killed the guy who had the balls to risk everything to warn him about an attempt on his life, it wouldn't exactly go down well with the rank and file. He's already got Santiago working against him. He needs to make it clear to the rest of his organisation that loyalty is rewarded. Killing you would undermine that."

"No fucking way!" Colgrove spat. "There is absolutely no fucking way I'm going anywhere with that sick son-of-a-bitch!"

"I'll come with you," Ilsa said.

After a moment of shocked silence Chance spoke through a forced smile. "Ilsa, may I have a word with you, in private?"

"Certainly, Mr Chance," Ilsa said, standing up and following Chance.

When Colgrove saw that he was about to be left alone in the conference room with Guerrero he started to protest, but Guerrero rolled his eyes and got up.

"Seriously dude, if I wanted you dead, I'd have killed you already."

"And how's that supposed to be reassuring?" Colgrove muttered, but Guerrero was already closing the door behind him.

"Ilsa, what the hell do you think you're playing at?" Chance hissed. "There is no way I'm letting you tag along on this mission!"

"'Let me'?" Ilsa repeated the words in a scornful tone that made Chance wince over his poor choice of words. "I don't see how you have any alternative Mr Chance. I am the only person that Mr Colgrove feels he can trust, and given his history with Guerrero, I can't say that I blame him."

"If Colgrove needs someone to hold his hand, Winston can go with him," Chance said.

Guerrero shook his head, "Winston has 'cop' written all over him, dude. There's no way we'd be able to get anywhere near Bala Perdida with Winston tagging along."

"Fine, then I'll go!" Chance said stubbornly.

Again Guerrero shook his head. "You're needed here, bro. It's going to be hard to get Pen to stick to the plan as it is, but she'll listen to you. Winston wouldn't be able to keep her in line."

"He'll manage!"

"Mr Chance, you are satisfied that Guerrero will be able to ensure the client's safety when he takes him to see Bala Perdida, are you not?"

"Yes, but…"

"Then surely you can trust Guerrero to ensure my safety also!"

"This isn't about whether on not I trust Guerrero…"

"Dude, I hate to say this, but I think Ilsa's right. The only way Colgrove is going to be calm enough to go through with the plan is if he has some kind of assurance that he will be safe with me."

Chance glared at him, but he knew Guerrero was right. It didn't mean he had to like it though.