FBI HEADQUARTERS: BREAK ROOM

LOS ANGELES

The leader of the Sentencer Task Force, Samuel Keaton, awaited the rest of his team and some special guests. The 6'4" fed ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair before taking a sip of his coffee. And then, a redheaded woman strolled in, along with a man who appeared to be in his late 40s.

Keaton: "Diana, Q. Hey, Sullivan, did you have to put on your makeup before coming here?"

Agent Diana Sullivan sat down, pouring herself a cup of coffee as well. She was in her early 40s, but she hid her age well. U.S. Marshal Miguel Quintanez, failed to do the same. He took a seat next to his friend.

Quintanez: "Damn, Sam. So what are we doing here?"

Keaton: "We'll know when he gets here. He's been hunting this guy for a while."

And that's when a fourth person joined the three vigilante busters. His light brown eyes hidden behind sunglasses looked at them before speaking.

"Miguel, so these are your associates? It's an honor to finally meet them."

Miguel: "You can't be serious! Who the hell sent this kid?"

Roy: "My godfather did."

Quintanez: "That damn T.C., making fun of me like this..."

Roy: "You'll need me if you wish to catch my godbrother. But that leaves me to ask you a question, Mr. Keaton: why are you so interested in Torrance Spade?"

Keaton: "His father, he's with Jones. I need their whereabouts."

Roy: "You're going to catch a vigilante in the middle of a war?"

Keaton: "It's not a war, Marshal Rustle."

Roy: "But you know Jones and Spade are probably aiding the attempt to stop them."

Sullivan: "True, but we need them."

Roy: "I don't even know why I'm agreeing to this crap. Tommy and I just encountered these extremists in Florida. And the mentality they possessed, Keaton, you should know better than any of your team that these guys need killing. Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with what the Spades or your Sentencer do one bit- even though they make our job easier- but this is not the time for 'right-and-wrong,' moral cop bullshit."

Keaton knew that Roy was speaking the truth, but he didn't like being made an idiot.

Keaton: "What? What the fuck did you just say, Rustle?"

Roy: "You heard me. Maybe if your head wasn't up your ass, your wife killer's would be dead right now. Or do you want to play the saint on that, too?"

That was it. No one spoke of Keaton's wife like that and got away with it. The big fed marched up to Roy, nose-to-nose with him.

Keaton, eyes filled with rage: "Wanna repeat that?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders.

Roy: "Like I said, Sam, did you wanna grease the motherfuckers who killed your wife...or did you wanna play saint with them?"

And Keaton lost it. The next second, Roy was on the floor holding his chin. Keaton looked down at the young Marshal, as one of his six-inch Colt Pythons was ready to strike. He noticed Roy's smile. The fed put his weapon away.

Keaton: "Honestly, I knew that from the start. You prick, get your ass up so I can tell you something."

And Roy stood up, rubbing his chin still. He waited for Keaton to speak.

Keaton: "Have to find Jones if I wanna help him. He and Spade can't do this alone."

Sullivan and Quintanez exchanged looks.

Quintanez: "Say what? Sam, are you out of your mind?"

Sullivan: "Are you trying to get our badges pulled?"

Roy: "Your team leader has a point. There is no official police procedure in a situation like we're in now. Our best bet is to locate Torrance and hope he can tell us what we need to know."

Short, I know. Sorry, I have to leave it at this. But I guess it makes for a good cliffhanger. But why is Keaton putting his rivalry with America's Most Wanted aside?