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Chapter 38: Finders Keepers Please Review

Mintor packed his laptop into his case and placed it on top of his suitcase before walking to Lena at the desk and leaning in to kiss her neck. She smelled of jasmine and he moved her long hair to the side so he could see more of the area. She leaned back away from the desk before rising from her seat. She too had been typing on her computer.

"No news, my love. They don't think they will finish dragging the river for several more days." He whispered into her ear.

"Have there been any hits to his bio-tracker?"

"None, I have two team out now driving through this town and the next, looking for a signal. He may be dead."

"Damn it! We should have done it while we had him, instead of rushing at the hotel, then we could have put a larger transmitter in without it being noticed. It would have doubled the range of the transmitter. This guess work is time consuming."

"You were right! I thought the drugs would be more powerful than they were. I thought we would get what we needed from a junkie. He seems to have quite a resistance to them and quite a knack for staying alive. I think we should continue with the plan. I should go to Miami and get his mother. A bomb under her seems to be a good way to get him to surface. He will head there if he is not dead."

"What about my family? I want them dead for what they have done to me."

"I promised you that I would deal with them. In seven years, only Weston has given us anything close to a correct answer. We are much closer than we have ever been. It will happen. I promise you. I will take care of it just as I have taken care of you in the past. I will go to Miami, you can wait here and we can both watch while they die."

Michael drove in his borrowed vehicle past the hotel where Mintor was last spotted by Sam. On the seat next to him in a small cardboard box was the bio-tracker from his neck that was now attached to a low-level power source and it hummed away. It was remarkably intricate and he had only read about them and not actually seen one.

Four years out of the game and time had put him back a step or two. Something Washington agreed with as they kept him busy just weeks before. Even there, he had not seen one.

Michael was pleased with his handy work. He still had the knack for the unique. Something Washington also agreed with. The route had been planned well and driven several times without his little device.

He had left Fi waiting at the site, her explosive devises prepped and ready. She was ready, but unhappy at the potential body count if more than anticipated unfriendly approached. She would have little control over whom and how many would die once the massive explosion succumbed to the pressure of her little finger.

She had given Michael ample warning to get out once her call was placed. He would have just 10 seconds and he should be far from the building by then. She had also thought of everything. A high power rifle would give her full control over any stragglers that and a laser scope was enough to stop anyone in his or her tracks

Sam watched the hotel. It would be his job to stop the onslaught from actually leaving the hotel and the area. He had managed to add a bag of sand to two of the three vehicles' gas engines, which will start them, get them going and then they will sputter to a stop long before they reach the warehouse. It was a plan he was most proud of. Once the vehicles were disabled, he would return to the warehouse and help with the final round up.

Mike drove past the hotel before driving around the corner and returning. His head set went on.

"We have some action." A team of two…Oh wait a minute! A few more. All three cars now." Sam chimed in

"How about Mintor?" Mike asked.

"No, but that crazy chic is out in front. The one Fi described."

"You mean Lena?"

"Yeah. She has the look of death going on Mike. What was your relationship with…"

"Not now Sam."

Sam could hear the anger and frustration in his words with just the few. Mike didn't routinely yell at him. "Sorry Mike, no Mintor."

"Damn. We are going to only get one shot at this."

"Mike, I don't know about you buddy, but from what Fi has been telling me that woman is not a clown in his little circus. She is one of the ring leaders. We can leave him with nothing to come back to."

"I just didn't want him to come back to me."

"It is a good plan Mike, I say we go for it and get what we can."

Mike watched as the cars pulled out onto the street behind him. It would only be a matter of turning off the trackers' power source and losing the tail. Michael closed his eyes. Sam was right, get what they can now."

Michael stepped on the gas, nervously looked in his rearview mirrors and turned his head. All things he had been taught not to do in a situation he was being tailed, but he needed the ruse to work, and work quickly.

The rats took the cheese and soon followed. Michael tore through the streets, the borrowed car doing what it needed to do to just stay ahead. Several blocks from the warehouse, one of the first casualties. A Tahoe sputtered and died as a second passed it and a Range Rover followed in tow. Mike could see frantic calls between the passengers of both vehicles.

Pressing the gas a little more, Mike turned the corners a little quicker as an all out chase began. The Tahoe was no match for Michael's car as it took wider turns and a longer lag time before correcting itself. By now the trio of cars left the comfortable zone of the small town and headed into a business district of large warehouses. Michael watched as the Range Rover pulled ahead after the last turn and the second Tahoe sputtered too, but still moved forward in a half-hearted attempt to keep up.

The Range Rover never slowed. They were now just a block away from the warehouse and Michael Braced for the miniature explosion. Passing the point of no return, the back tire of his car blew and he fought to go the remaining distance. The Range Rover gained as Mike finally slid to a halt as a second tire also blew.

Abandoning the car, Michael grabbed his small box and ran. His Beretta in his hand, a second clip buried in his coat pocket he ran for the door of the warehouse. The Range Rover pulled quickly in front of the warehouse door. Three men and Lena stepped from the vehicle. She made a call, then another as Fi watched. The trigger of the rifle lay neatly in her small fingers. One bullet would have solved many of her problems, but she did as Michael asked, she waited.