A/N - Sorry for the long delay. Real life is getting really busy, and I rewrote this chapter a few times. However, without further ado...

Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Wicked or Burn Notice.

Glinda was puzzled. Michael seemed to be running around like an excited kid in the Emerald City Candy Emporium.

"Tell me again why we're in this old abandoned warehouse? It's totally horifficified."

Michael stopped. That word got his attention. Fiona's too. "Horifficified?" Fiona asked surprised by Glinda's choice of words.

Glinda was annoyed. "HORIFFICIFIED! Awful! Gross! Dirty! Why are we here?"

It didn't bother Glinda that Michael and Fiona had to get their supplies in order – that took a while to do – or that they wanted to bring some steel chairs and rope. What got her bothered was that Michael asked if there was an old abandoned building anywhere between the Emerald Palace and the warehouse, and that they were currently inspecting the fourth floor of said old abandoned five-story building. Glinda looked around at the dirty floors, crumbling walls and the rather large windows that didn't have any glass in them.

"This place is perfect," Michael replied.

Glinda didn't understand. "Perfect for what?"

"Interrogation."

Glinda's jaw hit the floor and her eyes almost popped out of her skull. "Interrogation?" she shrieked.

Michael nodded as he tied the rope to around a vertical support beam. He then asked Fiona to go down to the third floor to check the length of the rope.

Glinda was still confused as to why they needed the rope, so Michael started to explain the plan to her. As he explained, she became more and more horrified at what he had in mind. After finishing explaining his plan, Glinda shook her head. "No! I will not be part of this!"

(Michael Westen voiceover): When you're working with people who are not spies, they may not be tolerant of your methods. Most of the time, they don't want anybody to get hurt.

Michael walked up her and looked directly in her eyes. "Miss Glinda, I understand your reservation, and we're taking every precaution to make sure nobody gets hurt. However, we're trying to find out as much as we can about what's going on. That means we need to do what is necessary to get that information. It's not pretty and you'll need to, as they say, 'get your hands dirty'. I can assure you, though, that the intention is to have everybody walking home after we're done."

Glinda pondered his statement for a while before letting out a sigh – not a sigh of defeat but of understanding. She realized he was right. "This is one of those times I need to be tough, right?"

Michael nodded. "Tough but gentle."

Michael then walked over to the window and looked down calling down to Fiona, "How does it look?"

Fiona gave him the thumbs-up signal.

Two more of those and they were ready.

It was almost evening when they finally met up with Sam. Sam had been keeping watch ever since he got there and brought everybody up to speed as to what he had seen for the last few hours. "So, there are only three guards taking watch: two in blue uniforms armed with spears and one in green with a rifle. Every five minutes or so, one of these guys take a walk around the perimeter of the building."

Michael looked at the guards. "What's with the different uniforms?"

Glinda answered his question. "Blue uniforms are for the junior guard. They're guards who are currently training to get into Gale Force. The green uniform is for Gale Force soldiers."

"Then the senior officer is probably calling the shots," Fiona noted, getting a nod from Sam.

"How do you intend to approach the warehouse? Even if we could get past the guards, it's not like we have a key," Glinda noted.

Michael smiled. "Well, we'll just have to make one."

With that, Michael reached into his bag and pulled out a VSSK VYCHLOP 12.7mm sniper rifle with a silencer and gave it to Fiona. Fiona took the rifle with a big smile on her face. "Oh, Michael, you got me the perfect gift. I never new you cared so much."

Michael smiled. "Don't get too excited. It's loaded with rubber bullets, Fi."

Fiona frowned and huffed. "You do know how to take the fun out of everything, Michael."

Glinda shook her head. This woman has really weird ideas of what fun is, she thought.

Michael pointed out a spot where Fiona could set up. She nodded, took her bag and left. Michael then took a backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and then turned to Glinda and asked, "Ready?"

The two junior guards were standing in front of the doors of the warehouse watching the sun start to set over the trees in front of them. One of them said, "Nice evening."

The other turned and gave him a confused look. "You're not getting all mushy on me, are you Duncan?"

Duncan chuckled. "Look Craven, I'm just trying to make conversation. When you suggested we take this gig to earn some extra cash, I didn't think we'd be stuck in the middle of nowhere guarding a building that nobody's visiting."

Craven conceded the point. "True, but at least it'll be some easy beer money."

With that, the two friends 'high-fived' each other, but their enthusiasm was dampened when the senior guard arrived from his perimeter walk. "That's enough. Stay focused."

Craven frowned. "Whatever you say, Marcus."

The senior guard scowled at young man, who swallowed hard and added, "Uh…Mr. Fenix."

"That's better."

(Michael Westen voiceover): Guarded buildings usually only have one set of doors are designed to prevent intruders from entering the warehouse through the front door.

They were too engrossed in their conversation that they failed to notice a pink bubble landing on the roof just above them.

(Michael Westen voiceover): Very few people think about anybody on the roof.

Michael reached into his backpack and pulled out a hand drill that he picked up from the Palace. He quietly drilled a small hole in the roof near the front of the building, and with an extendable periscope, examined the inside of the building. Once he saw that there was nobody in the warehouse, he then focused his attention on the hinges of the front doors.

(Michael Westen voiceover): You can't put explosives on thick doors thinking you will blow them apart - the amount of C4 you'll need will more than likely destroy the building. However, place a small amount of C4 with a remote fuse on each of the door hinges, and when you press the remote, you have no problems getting in the front door.

Glinda, having earlier been shown what to do, took a small amount of C4 from the bag and added a small remote fuse to it. She then handed it to Michael who activated the fuse, attached it to the end of the periscope and carefully placed it on one of the door hinges. They did this five more times to put charges on all six hinges. Once they were finished, they quietly made their escape ascending into the sky away from the guards.

When they landed, Sam pointed to the sun. "Better hurry Mikey. It's almost dusk."

Michael put on his sunglasses and nodded. Sam did the same. "Let's go."

"Wait," Glinda said, stopping the two men in their tracks.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"What's with the sunglasses?"

Sam shrugged and smiled. "It's how we roll." And with that, the two men walked towards the front door.

Craven had just finished his perimeter walk when the three guards heard some somebody coming towards them. They all pointed their weapons towards the oncoming intruders. Marcus took command, holding his rifle ready. "Halt! This is private property. Leave now."

Sam and Michael came into view. Sam put up his hands in defense. "Whoa! Hold up, partner. We're here on orders."

Marcus was confused. "Orders, from whom?"

"Glinda the Good. She didn't see an inspection certificate for this building, so we're here to conduct a proper and thorough inspection. There's no way of knowing if this building is up to code. I mean, that thing could fall down at any minute as far as we know."

Marcus blanched for a second. Glinda new about the building? She couldn't have known – it was supposed to be a secret.

Duncan and Craven looked at each other nervously. They didn't understand what was going on. Why would Glinda be interested in a building in Oz knows where?

Marcus refused to budge. "I didn't receive any notification about an inspection. This is a private and secure facility, and until I get approval, I will not let you pass."

Michael walked up to Marcus and said to him. "Look, pal – we are here on authority of Glinda the Good to conduct a safety inspection on this facility. You wouldn't want to go against her wishes now, would you?"

Marcus raised his rifle again. "I told you to leave now!"

It was at that moment when Marcus felt something hard hit his chest causing him to fall backwards. The two junior guards watched in horror as their senior guard fell to the ground. Marcus yelled at the other two guards, "Well, don't just stand there! Get them!"

The junior guards looked at each other confused and nervous, but then focused their attention on Michael and Sam. Duncan raised his spear ready to defend himself but was knocked down the same way Marcus was. Craven nervously charged at Sam, but Sam sidestepped the attack, grabbed Craven's spear, and threw him over his shoulder to the ground.

Marcus was getting back on his feet, but was sent back to the ground again by another shot. This one, however, knocked the wind out of him and he was gasping for breath.

They heard a lady's voice yell, "Nobody move!"

All five men looked over and saw Fiona carrying her rifle as if she was ready to fire on them. She aimed her rifle towards Marcus. "Turn around face down!"

Marcus, seeing he was beat, grudgingly did as he was told and turned over on his stomach. Michael grabbed some rope and tied Marcus' hands and wrists together. They did the same thing to Duncan and Craven. Once the three guards were secure, Sam called out, "It's ok now. We're secure."

Glinda emerged from the trees and walked up to the front doors. All three guards looked on her in horror, realizing they were caught. They were all thinking the same thing:

Oh, crap! Busted!

Glinda asked her friends, "Shall we go inside?"

Fiona smiled as she pulled out the detonator. She pushed the button and six small explosions could be heard inside the building. Immediately, the doors fell from their frame onto the ground in front of them with a loud crash. Sam bowed in a mock gesture of chivalry, gestured towards the entrance and said, "Ladies first."

They walked inside the large building which was only about half full. Inside were different pieces of lumber, large metal pipes and assorted bags of goods. Glinda walked up to the metal pipes. "These were meant for the Gilkin irrigation project."

Michael stood beside the lumber pile. "For your bridging project, I assume?" Glinda nodded.

They all heard Sam call out: "Hey guys: check this out."

They all walked over to where Sam was standing. He had pulled some empty boxes aside to reveal a large stash of pistols, rifles and ammunition.

(Michael Westen voiceover): It's not uncommon to have a few spare weapons handy when you're guarding a secure building. However, a large stash of weapons hiding behind a set of empty boxes indicates that somebody's planning an armed attack.

Sam looked over to his friends. "I have a feeling that whoever stored these weapons was looking to have an insurrection."

Glinda was now angry. It was bad enough that her supplies were being hoarded; it was something else that somebody would plan to cause her harm. She turned towards the three guards bound by the front door. "Then, I think these men have some explaining to do."

Fiona smiled. "Yes…they do."

They had brought Duncan, Craven and Marcus to the old abandoned building. The three guards were taken to the top floor, and tied by their waist, wrists, and ankles to a couple of steel chairs. They also tied a large rope around their waist and placed in front of the open windows overlooking the countryside. Michael suggested that they be left by themselves for a long time so they can overhear any conversations they would have.

They were not disappointed.

Duncan was visibly shaking. "What are they going to do, man?"

Marcus steeled himself. "Shut up!"

Craven was sweating profusely. "Do you see the ropes, man? They GO OUT THE WINDOW!"

"That's enough!" Marcus bellowed.

Duncan was frightened. "This was supposed to just be an extra job. This wasn't supposed to be anything illegal! Now we'll be charged with treason!"

Marcus looked over at the junior guard. "SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU! Consider this part of your training for Gale Force. In the face of the enemy, you are to be silent and NOT answer their questions. Is that understood?"

"But Marcus…"

"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Both junior guards swallowed hard and reluctantly nodded. "Yes sir," they both sheepishly replied.

Michael and Sam were watching from outside. Sam asked Michael, "What do you think?"

Michael pointed to Marcus. "He's definitely the leader of the group and the one calling the shots. I think we can get the other two talking with him out of the way."

After a few more minutes, Sam and Michael walked into the room to talk to their 'guests'. Sam clasped his hands together. "So, gentlemen, it seems you were caught guarding an illegal warehouse with a bunch of stolen goods from the Emerald Palace. Now, I hate to break it to you guys, but this could constitute a criminal offense, possibly even treason. The good news is if you guys are willing to talk, we can avoid all of the legal ramifications and possible jail time. So, what do you say?"

The two junior guards looked at Marcus who just nodded in confidence.

Silence was their response.

Sam tried again. "Oh, come on guys. Make this easy on yourselves." He stood in front of Marcus and asked him, "So, who owns the warehouse?"

No response.

Sam turned to Duncan and asked him, "What about you, son? Cat got your tongue too?"

Duncan was mute as well. Sam walked over to Craven. "Last chance."

Craven didn't answer.

Michael turned to Sam and sighed. "Well Sam, I guess we have to move to the next part."

Sam winced. "Aw, Mikey, I hate this part." He then turned to the guards and said, "I really hate this next part."

(Michael Westen voiceover): Getting information out of someone who doesn't want to give it up is all about upsetting the target's emotional balance; impairing their judgment. Fear is good for that.

Suddenly, Michael kicked Marcus' chair out of the window.

"HOLY SHIZ!"

Duncan and Craven started screaming as they watched their commander fall through the window.

(Michael Westen voiceover): The "Who talks first?" interrogation technique originally involved taking a few blindfolded prisoners up in a helicopter and tossing one out to get the others to talk. When a helicopter's not available, any tall building will do.

Sam grabbed Craven by the neck and came right up in his face. "You want to be next?"

He then dragged him closer to the window. Any resolve that Craven had disappeared. "NO! DON'T! PLEASE!"

He marched over to Duncan. Sam didn't even have to say anything as Duncan started freaking out. "All right! All right! We'll talk!"

Michael walked up to Duncan. "So, who owns the building?" he asked him forcefully.

Duncan shook his head. "I don't know, man! I swear!"

"Why were you there?"

Craven answered, "We just wanted to earn some extra cash! That's all! We didn't know what was inside or anything!"

Sam asked them, "So who ordered you to guard the building?"

"Nobody; we volunteered. A couple of guys talked about earning some extra cash guarding some hidden warehouses so they wouldn't be looted. We thought we could earn some extra cash for weekends." Craven replied.

"Which guys?"

"Some of the Gale Force. Heck, man, even Pavel knows about it."

That got Michael's attention. "Wait a minute. Pavel ordered you to guard the building?"

Duncan shook his head. "No, he didn't give the order; he never did. He would just come up to us after our shift ask us what happened during the shift. We figured he was in on it."

Sam and Michael looked at each other. They knew these guys were telling the truth.

Meanwhile, two floors down, Marcus was screaming, hanging by a rope tied to his chair. As the rope was secured to the support beam on the fourth floor, there was no danger of Marcus falling to his doom. The rope was long enough that Marcus would fall a good distance and give him a good scare without actually hitting the ground. As it was, he was hanging just past the third floor window when a light appeared above him. He stretched to look and saw Glinda's wand glowing and her and Fiona looking out the window.

Glinda smiled. "Oh, hey. Look, Fiona, there's a guy here."

Fiona smiled. "Well, it must be raining men or something."

Marcus was panting like crazy. "What do you want?"

Glinda smiled. "Well, you're going to tell us all about that wonderful building you were standing in front of."

Marcus sneered. "Forget it. I'm not talking."

Glinda sighed. "Wow. That's really too bad. It's a shame, though, to mess up those clothes."

Marcus went wide eyed. "What are you talking about?"

Glinda waved, "Toodles," and walked away.

Fiona reached over from inside the window and pulled the chair close and pulled out a long hunting knife. She held it at eye level to Marcus whose worry turned to panic.

Fiona sighed and turned the knife in her hands so that Marcus could see it. "You know, when I got this knife, they said it will cut through anything. I've always wondered if it's true."

(Michael Westen voiceover): The art of turning someone is delicate. The target has to be put into a fragile psychological state.

And then she brought the knife to the rope and started cutting. Marcus stared freaking out. "NO! YOU CAN'T!"

(Michael Westen voiceover): Fortunately, fragile psychological states are a specialty of Fiona's.

Glinda walked back to the window. "So, will you will help us now?"

"What?"

Fiona kept cutting, getting through part of the rope. Marcus felt a jolt as the rope started to give.

He tried to fight the fear but fear gave in: "OK! I'LL HELP YOU!"

They pulled him into the room and cut the rope holding the chair outside the building. However, they still left him tied to the chair. Fiona started to walk over to Marcus with the knife. Marcus was panting, shaking, and with Fiona now advancing towards him, his face went white. "Get that crazy bitch away from me!"

Fiona stopped and Glinda calmly walked over to Marcus, came nose to nose with him, and in a calm and quiet voice said, "Now, you can talk to me, or you can deal with her," nodding in Fiona's direction. "You're choice."

Marcus looked over at Fiona, who just waved back sweetly with a smile on her face. He looked back at Glinda and nodded. The blonde smiled and calmly said, "So, let's talk."

Glinda and Marcus talked for about 10 minutes, during which Fiona wrote notes based on his answers. They were able to get a lot of information from Marcus about some of the "back-room" dealings going on in Oz. He also confirmed that all the buildings were owned by the Wizard, and he also said he was there for a number of the deliveries.

Glinda asked him, "How many buildings are there?"

Marcus shrugged. "Don't know. I've heard there may be three of them, but we were only assigned to the one building, so I don't know for sure."

Fiona didn't believe him and a look from Glinda confirmed the same. Glinda moved out of the way and Fiona advanced on the guard holding the knife in front of her.

Marcus went into panic mode. "I swear it's the truth! You can ask the others! They'll tell you the same thing!"

Glinda nodded to Fiona who stepped back to her original waiting spot.

Glinda asked him, "We saw a large number of weapons being stored. Mind telling us why?"

Marcus shook his head. "No idea. I knew we has some pieces stored, but I didn't know how many or why they were there."

Glinda looked to Fiona. "Anything else?"

Fiona twirled her knife against her finger which caused Marcus to blanch. She smiled and replied, "Nope. I think we're done."

Glinda then said to Marcus, "Well, then, now you have a choice: you can go back to the Emerald Palace and be my informant, or you can leave and run as far away as you can."

Then Glinda stepped back and raised her wand. Marcus froze, not knowing what to expect. Glinda closed her eyes and quietly chanted, "Nidor pulchellus tarsus…"

Suddenly, a ball of light flew from the wand and hit Marcus. He felt a tingling all over, which caused him to panic a little bit. But, when he saw he was ok, he started to relax. Glinda walked up to him. "I have put a spell on you that, if you should warn anybody or betray me in any way, you will automatically be transported back to this building." She got up close to his face. "And I swear, next time, that trip you took out the window will be a full five-floor drop. Got it?"

Marcus gulped. He weakly said, "Yes, madam."

Glinda gave one of her patented perky smiles. "Good." She waved her wand, and the binds that held Marcus to the chair disappeared. "Now, off you go." And with that, Marcus ran out of the building as fast as he could, not before running into Duncan, Craven, Michael and Sam coming down to the third floor.

Fiona turned to Glinda, puzzled. "Is that thing about the spell really true?"

Glinda shook her head. "No. It was just a spell to clean him up – I couldn't stand his stink anymore."

Fiona was even more puzzled, "But you said…"

Glinda smiled. "You and I know that, but he doesn't."

Fiona was in awe. "Oh, you're good."

Glinda winked. "With a little bit of wicked," and they high-fived each other.

Sam, Michael and the two junior guards walked into the room where Fiona and Glinda were questioning Marcus. Duncan stepped up and said to Glinda, "Look, we want to apologize, your Goodness. We had no idea what was going on."

Craven nodded emphatically in agreement with his friend's statement.

Glinda walked up to the junior guards. "Look, you seem like good guys. I'm sorry for the scare but we didn't know if you would be willing to talk. So, I'm offering you a deal. You help keep us informed, you work for our side, and this whole event and your involvement with the warehouse will be just between us. Do we have a deal?"

The two guards nodded. "Deal."