Chapter 12 Enjoy!
"You okay Caffrey". Peter stoops to Neals side, uncuffing him.
"I'm fine. Get someone to check out Hank."
"We will. Wanna' tell me what happened here?"
Neal looks around frantically.
"Peter where's Michael?"
"Who's Michael, Neal are you disoriented?," He pulls him to sit, "here come have an EMT look at you."
He slaps Peter's hands away.
"Neal," he tries to grab him again, "It's over, we can go home." He says in a caring but stern voice.
Neal pushes his way past the huddles of EMTs and FBI to get to Hank.
"Hank did you see which way Westen went?"
"Hey!" Says the Blonde EMT says administering to him.
"Hank did you see Westen?"
He points with the little strength he has."Chechik," he slowly breathes out.
Neal spins around rushing back through the lobby doors.
Peter follows him.
"Neal! Neal! Where are you going? Wait for the FBI to clear the building."
"Peter, Michaels in here somewhere."
"Neal get back to the clearing area or so help me, I will cuff you to an ambulance."
He turns back to Peter. "I'm not lying to you Peter. Michael is in here and we've got to help him."
He tries to turn and go but Peter halts him.
"Slow down, who's after him?"
"A Ukrainian spy."
"Stop this Neal."
"Peter we are running out of time, every second you don't believe me is more time we waste. I'm not leaving a good man behind."
Peter is shocked."Okay, but if you're lying about this."
Neal flashes his palms and Peter grabs his walkie. "Team A I need you to move to the southwest exit and I need team B positioned in the North West. Hostiles may still be inside with possible victim."
Neal explains Chechik's appearance to Peter.
" Hostile is said to be 5'9 with white and grey patches of hair. Red shirt with Kevlar. I repeat this is hostile description."
Peter takes a look at his bloody friend who was almost like a son to him, "Shoot on sight." He adds.
"Let's move."
Diana and Jones slowy come around the corner adding to the search and rescue.
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"Chechik, I know you're in here."
Michael points the tip of his gun behind the doors of the security room.
"You might as well give up. The FBI is here, carrying. Covering all exits and they're coming for you."
Michaels comes closer and Chechik comes into full 's sitting down comfortably watching the monitors.
"That I can see Westin and I wouldn't say it's over."
He sticks his right hand into his left breast pocket.
"Slowly". Michael says with a gun aimed at him.
"Of Course, of course." Chechik flashes his left palm, while slowly removing the item with his right.
"Did you really think I'd come unprepared. I've planned it all Westin. You touch me this whole building goes down."
"You're lying."
"Take a look."
He moves over past the monitor screens, letting Micheal see the bombs hidden in the pool area.
"One click of this switch and this whole building goes kaboom."
"You're bluffing." Michael tries to play him.
"Am I. I'll do anything to kill you Westin. Anything. "Why not take out some federal agents and nurses too. Back home me," he points to himself, "I become Russian hero. An American nightmare."
Michael takes a moment to weigh his options.
"Go ahead."
"Now who's bluffing."
"I'm done playing games. Do it."
Chechik cracks a cocky grin and chuckles.
"You may kill us all, but you'll be killing yourself in the process and I'll finally be rid of you. That's what this is all for, right?"
Chechik swallows a lump in his throat.
Michael see's the gesture, signaling nervousness and uncertainty.
"Or we can negotiate with these guys." Michael says it calmy.
"We?"
" I can get you out of here. Give you a helicopter."
"You the American trader, no bargain."
"Not me the other men you kidnapped. One works for the FBI."
He nods."If I say no."
"You can blow this place up, but you'll die too. Once you hit the trigger you can't take it back. Saying the word is different than actually having it happen."
Chechik nods. "Agreed."
That was easy thought Mike.
"The FBI are right outside let me talk to them."
"No. Talk to them here with me. One condition."
Michael raises his head.
"You'll be on the helicopter with me. Back to the Ukraine "
Michael reaches his outstretched hand."Deal".
