Torture At Its Finest

Chapter 25

By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr

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Harold knew that he was going to need more help than just John. He thought about calling Shaw, who he asked to go on vacation. But he quickly decided against calling her out of fear of her accidentally shooting Grace. He knew how trigger happy the woman could be. That's why he put her on vacation for the past 2 weeks. He thought that she was using to much violence. So Finch took out his cell phone and dialed a different number. After a few rings, a voice on the other end answered.

"Harold. It's been a while. I thought that you guys had forgotten about me."

"We could never do that Ms. Morgan."

"What can I do for you guys."

"Do you know where the old abandoned power station factory is?"

"Yeah, it's on the outskirts of town. Why?"

"I was wondering if you casually drive past it and tell me what you see."

"That's a shocker."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well you guys just seem to see everything. So I would have assumed that you would have hacked into a camera right outside or something."

"Well I would, but unfortunately the cameras have been removed some years ago. Mr. Reese is helping me out with something else. I sent Ms. Shaw on vacation. Detective Carter is in the hospital. And Detective Fusco has not been very helpful I'm afraid. So you're the only person left that I trust."

"Alright Harold. I'll call when I get there."

"Thank you. This is greatly obliged Ms. Morgan."

"Anytime Harold."

Finch ended his call with Zoe and turned his attention to John who was sitting on the couch that had Finch had been bandaged up on only 2 days before.

"Well Mr. Reese, I've got Ms. Morgan going to check out the outside of the factory."
"Are you sure it's safe for Zoe to go out there alone Finch?"

"Its not like she's stopping and getting out of her car. She's just going to casually drive by and tell me what she sees."

"Well what did ya pull me away from the hospital for Finch?"

"Do you know where there are any armories Mr. Reese?"

"Yeah I've got a mini armory in the back of my closet."

"No I'm not talking about a mini armory. I'm talking about a huge one. I am talking about grenades, machine guns, knives, Sniper rifles, handguns with silencers. I'm talking about a professional Hit man's armory."

"Didn't you just hear me say I've got a mini armory built into the back of my walk in closet."

"You've got all of those things?"

"And More."

"And you consider that a mini armory?"

"Yeah. A huge one would have tanks and… bombs."

"Great! Go get as much stuff as you can carry and come back here."

"O.k., if you make me a promise Finch."

"What's that Mr. Reese."

"Go home, take a shower, and change. You look like crap and ya smell terrible."

"Well you try being kidnapped and tortured for a week."

"I have. And I still smelled better than you do now."

"Alright. I get it."

So both men left the library and went to their own apartments. John went into his closet, got everything he figured he'd need and put them all in a black backpack. He figured that while he was at it he'd take a shower and change as well. When Finch walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his cell phone began to ring.

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Zoe Morgan was in her black Toyota Corolla driving towards the outskirts of the city. Yet again she was on a mission for the mysterious millionaire, Harold Finch. She wondered who he was saving this time. There was a little bit of urgency and sadness in his voice. She wondered if the person in danger was someone he knew. But Zoe knew that if Finch wanted it to remain a mystery, it would because he was very good at keeping secrets. If he knew the person, would he ever say how or who the person was? Only time would tell. Before she knew it, she was only a mere block away from the factory. So she pulled over and took out her phone. She decided to call Finch before she drove past the factory.

"Yes, Ms. Morgan."

"Harold, I'm a block away from the factory."

"O.k. drive by casually and tell me what you see."

"Alright."

She put the car back in drive and pulled off. The factory appeared on her right and she looked in as she continued to drive past the gate, past the factory.

"Oh my god!"

"What! What did you see?"

"I saw someone get out of a van with a bag over their head. Then they got yanked back in by 2 men. It looked like a woman."

She heard Finch go silent over the phone. Finally he caught his tongue.

"What else did you see?"

"I saw a lot of guys in bullet proof vests holding machine guns. If John's going against these guys, it'll be like going against a small army."

"Thank you Ms. Morgan."

Finch disconnected the call with a heavy mind and a heavy heart.

Author's Note 2: Thank you adorestories for the brilliant idea of calling Zoe! Reviews are appreciated greatlyJ