Nearly there now guys...thanks again for your patience with this one.

"It's time the truth was revealed," Henry told Falcone as he glared at him across the battered wooden table. "It's time that I finally stopped being a coward."

"Cross me and it won't be you that suffers," Falcone warned him. "I know where your family lives; I can tell you the routine that your ex-wife follows on any given day of the week. One word from me and that routine can be brought to a premature end."

"No," Henry told him flatly. "No more. This ends today. You can threaten me all you want but I am talking to the police." Henry pushed his chair away from the table and rose to his feet.

"Sit down," Falcone told him tersely, but Henry didn't pay him any heed, instead taking another pace towards the door. "You really are an idiot Sullivan. You want me to shoot you where you stand? Sit down."

"Henry turned on Falcone; his eyes blazing with anger. "I've had just about enough of you Falcone and I refuse to listen to any more of your bullying words. We're done. You hear me? Done."

"She'll die Henry. One more step and she dies."

"I've no proof now that she's still alive. You've got to give me that to make your threat valid. Without proof it's just another of your empty threats. I've had a lifetime of them, and I say that it's time they came to an end." He backed away towards the door. "You want to kill me? Well go ahead. I'm not giving you anything else."

"Sit down Sullivan."

Henry backed away another pace, and reached out for the frame of the door. "We're done Falcone. You either tell me where Sabrina is or I go straight to the police."

Falcone glared at Henry. "You won't go to the police. You breathe one word and I'll tell them exactly what you did. I'll tell them exactly what you've spent the last fifteen years trying to hide. You won't have a friend in the world Sullivan."

Henry spread his arms wide as he backed away into the sunlight. "Tell them," he replied flatly. "I no longer care. I'll tell the police that the plan was all your idea and that I only went along with it because I was scared of what you'd do."

Falcone laughed as he rose from his chair and began following Henry. "My attorney will tear you apart on the stand."

"I'll be long gone before it ever gets to trial," Henry told him. "I got a month, two tops. Who do you think the media will believe? A dead national hero or a man who's made his entire fortune out of hurting others?"

Falcone's smile faltered.

"I think this is one time the house doesn't win," Henry told him without a trace of emotion in his voice. He followed Falcone's gaze as he looked down the hill in the direction of Kris and Kelly and took a half pace towards his blackmailer. "I'm going to make you pay for every bruise you've ever inflicted on anyone. Take a good look around you Falcone; this is the last view of freedom you'll ever have."

"What makes you think you can take me?"

Henry reached round to the back of his waistband and pulled out the gun that he'd holstered there. "You thought so little of me as a threat that you didn't bother to search me." He shook his head. "A careless move Falcone. A very careless move."

Falcone's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered his composure. "Are you sure you've thought everything through Henry? Are you really sure?"

"Shut up," Henry snapped. "I'm sick and tired of you telling me what to do."

Falcone made to raise his own gun from where it was now pointing at the ground and Henry fired off a round; the ground at Falcone's feet spraying up dirt and gravel as the bullet passed close by.

"Don't give me an excuse to kill you Falcone; I'd enjoy it far too much." Henry gestured with his own gun. "Drop it. Drop it before I drop you."

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind and then the worried tones of the two angels.

"Take the gun from him. It appears he's not the only one who underestimates an old man."

Kelly exchanged a glance with Kris and then stepped forward; keeping a careful eye on Falcone's gun hand. The man had yet to relinquish his hold on the weapon.

"Drop it," Henry repeated, pulling back the hammer on his gun. "or I will shoot."

Falcone looked disgustedly at Henry and then did as he was told. "You may think you've won this round," he spat savagely. "But I wonder if you yet appreciate the true cost."

"No mind games," Henry warned him. "They just won't wash any more."

Kelly stepped between the two men and indicated that Falcone should make his way down towards the cars. "Let's try and be civilised about this."

Falcone smiled. "You have the time on you?"

Kelly's confidence faltered slightly. Falcone was entirely too relaxed for her liking. She glanced at her watch. "It's a little after two."

"Hmmm." Falcone looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry that it ended like this."

"What?" Kelly tried and failed to keep the fear out of her voice. She had a nasty feeling that she knew what Falcone was referring to. "Where is she?"

Falcone shook his head. "I don't know."

Kelly took a pace closer. "Tell us where she is."

The smile on Falcone's face unnerved her.

"I don't know where she is," he replied simply. "I told you that I had an associate looking after your 'friend' for me. We had an arrangement. If I didn't call him by a certain time then he knew to proceed." He paused. "From what you've just told me, my call is now well over an hour overdue."

"What!"

"It's quite simple," Falcone kept his tone even as though he were talking about nothing more important than a missed dentist appointment. "I failed to call at the appointed time and now I have no idea where or in what condition your friend is."

Kris moved forward and snatched Falcone's gun up from where it lay on the dusty ground. She levelled it at him. "I'm not playing here," she warned him.

"I don't doubt your integrity," he told her calmly. "But the matter is out of my hands. You can threaten me all you like, but I can't tell you what I don't know."

Kris' finger tightened around the trigger and moments later Kelly's hand closed over hers.

"He isn't worth it," she told her friend quietly before turning back to face Falcone. "If she dies..."

"Your threat is an empty one. I cannot tell you what I do not know."

"Shut up and move," Kelly barked at him, not trusting herself to say anything further.

"What's going on?" Bosley puffed as he finally caught up with the others. He'd heard the shot and decided that it was time to ignore the plans that they'd drawn up. If there was shooting then he had to see for himself that it wasn't the angels in danger.

He was more than a little surprised to see that it was Falcone standing on the wrong end of a gun. He holstered his own weapon as he sensed the tension in the air. "What's going on?"

Jarek slowed the car as he neared the phone booth. The arrangement was that he'd wait at the booth for Falcone to call, but he had a nagging feeling that Falcone had underestimated the situation. The last thing he needed was to be led into custody by a couple of women with guns. The car came to a stop and he let the engine idle for a while.

He thought back to Falcone's office and the money and wealth that was to be found within it. With a fraction of that money he could get himself out of the country and live the sort of life that he'd always imagined. The temptation was great. He had a reputation to uphold and running out on his boss was not going to garner him much credit, but the manner of the government agent's death...now that wouldn't do his standing any harm at all. He turned the thought over in his mind...there was always a chance that he'd missed Falcone's call. That would be reason enough for him to cut his losses and leave.

He thought back to the woman that he'd left to die in the container. Perhaps there was a little more fun to be had there. He glanced at his watch...perhaps not. It made no sense to sit around and wait to get caught. He leant forward and popped open the glove box. There was a tatty notebook within and he hastily scrawled a few lines before tearing the page from the book. Climbing from the car he pulled open the door of the booth and folded the paper up; wedging it beneath the earpiece of the receiver.

Looking back at his handiwork he climbed back into the car and gunned the engine, screeching off down the dusty and deserted road.

"Keep moving." Bosley gestured with the gun he held in his hand and Falcone sighed theatrically before continuing on towards the cars. Bosley had stepped in and taken over as he sensed that the situation was getting out of control. No amount of threats appeared to make a difference to Falcone; he simply kept repeating the same thing over and over again. His hired gun knew where Sabrina was and until he made contact then nothing would change. Bosley shared the feelings of frustration that he knew Kris and Kelly felt, but he understood that they had to play the game. There was a good chance that this was Falcone's last opportunity to be in charge of a situation, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth. He'd made a mistake; misread the situation and the level of control that he had over Sullivan. Bosley shifted the weight of the gun in his hand; he had to be on his guard. There was every chance that Falcone was going to try and make a break for it at some point. He had to remember that keeping an eye on Falcone was more important than anything else. He tried to bury his own fears for Sabrina and concentrate on the task at hand, but he was very aware that they were only just beneath the surface; cold detachment was not his strong point. He glanced at Kelly who was walking next to him and could feel the anger that was radiating off of her.

"You said that you were going to call Lazic," Bosley said as they finally reached the car.

"What of it?"

"What number were you to call?"

Falcone shook his head. "I don't recall."

"You can do better than that," Bosley told him. "My colleagues want to leave you out here, and Mr Sullivan wants to kill you." He smiled winningly. "I'd say that I was your best chance at making it back to civilisation in one piece. I'll ask you again. What was the number you were going to call?"

Falcone reached for his pocket, but Kris quickly knocked his hand away.

"I was reaching for the number," he told her. "You don't imagine that I've memorised the number of every phone booth in the area, do you?"

"Just be careful," she warned him. "That's all."

He shot her a withering look and then made a show of reaching in to his back pocket to pull a folded sheet of paper out. Kris snatched it from his hand impatiently.

"Where is this booth?"

"I have the number. That was all I required. I wasn't planning on paying it a visit."

Kris resisted the urge to slap him and instead reached into the car for the phone. "Operator? I need the location of this phone booth." She turned and glared up at Falcone. "If..."

Falcone raised a hand. "Please. Spare me your indignant rage."

Kris bit back the comment that sprang to her mind and tapped her foot impatiently whilst she waited for the operator to search for the number. Time was running out for her friend; she just hoped that they'd get to her in time.