I DON'T OWN BLINDSPOT

Cape Town, South Africa

Alexander went to the airfield and boarded the private jet that Mickey had set aside for him. As the plane took him to South Africa, Alexander thought about everything that had happened to him over his life. His enslavement, his training, all the people that he had killed, finding his mother and his twin sister. It had all led up to this. This moment, where would finally take his revenge on those who had destroyed his life. Many hours later, the plane landed at an airstrip in Cape Town. As he landed, he called for a car and it took him into the city. Them he called Mickey.

"How was your flight?" Mickey asked.

"Too Long." Alexander replied.

"My thoughts exactly. Now, we're at an abandoned military base a few miles from where Roman and Remi used to live." Alexander listened as Mickey gave him the coordinates. Alexander gave the coordinates to the driver. After driving for about a half hour, he finally arrived at the base. When Alexander got out, he saw two armed men guarding the entrance. Alexander snuck and quickly dispatched them with a silenced pistol he'd brought from the states. As he made his way through the abandoned building, he could feel a sense of horror that seemed to linger through the halls, like a bad aftertaste in your mouth. Finally, he made his way into the main room where Mickey stood with Avery, Roman, and Crawford tied to chairs.

"Hello Alex." Mickey said with a smirk. "I've missed you."

"We'll see if you still think that after I kill you. Now let me talk to my sister." Alexander replied. Mickey smiled as Alexander went over to Avery. "Are you OK?" he asked. Avery nodded.

"Yeah, i'm fine." She said.

"He's your brother?" Crawford asked. "I didn't know Bob and Elsa adopted another child."

"They didn't. I spent the first five years of my life in all the Hellholes of Mexico being used as a slave, thanks to Mickey and my uncle, and now they're both gonna die for it." Alexander answered as Roman looked at him.

"I had nothing to do with that." He insisted. "Shepherd told me to put you and Avery up for adoption. Mickey was the one you sold you for next to nothing, he would've sold Avery too if I hadn't gotten him back in touch with Mallory." Mickey came over and decked Roman in the face.

"You have no right to say her name." He gritted through his teeth. Before Roman could respond, the team came charging in.

"Don't move." Weller said as he aimed his gun at Mickey. Jane moved over to Alexander and Avery.

"How did you find us?" Alexander asked.

"Roman sent us a puzzle." Jane replied as Weller held Mickey at gunpoint.

"It's over Mickey." He said as Mickey smirked.

"It ain't over, until I say it's over." He snarled. "And it ain't over until one of us is dead." He was referring to himself and Alexander. Mickey pushed past Kurt as he walked over to Alexander.

"Before we do this." Alexander said. "There's something I want to know."

"And what is that?" Mickey inquired.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" Mickey sighed.

"You love Avery unconditionally, I love Mallory unconditionally. She was my sister, she was all I had. When she left, I was told that she was committing a terrorist attack at the White House...and when she didn't come back, I was told that she had been killed by the feds." Mickey explained as he turned to Jane. "Oh, and by the way Remi, I know you don't remember it, but letting someone think that the person they love most in the universe is dead, when they ain't, is pretty cruel. I mourned Mallory for 3 months, and after I finished, I tracked her down; now I wasn't trying to track her down. I was trying to track down the CIA shits that I thought killed her." Mickey turned to Roman with a look of anger. "And what did I find Roman, huh? Not only was my sister not dead...she was getting married, to some rich assbandit from Bismarck, North Dakota! I suppose...I overreacted." Avery was pissed as Hell.

"That's your explanation?" She shouted. "You overreacted!"

"I'm not here to explain myself." Mickey replied. "I told Alex the truth." He turned back to face his opponent. "So, how, when, and where do you want to do this?" Mickey asked.

"Well that all depends: how, when, and where do you want to die?" Alexander asked in turn. "Tomorrow? The next day? The day after that?"

"How bout right now?"

"That sounds swell? How should we do it?"

"I say, how bout we take off our shirts and have ourselves a good knife fight." Mickey offered.

"I'm up for that." Alexander said as he and Mickey took off their shirts and headed outside. The sun was lowering in the sky and everything was beautiful as Mickey pulled out a collection of knives.

"Choose your weapon." Mickey commanded as Alexander selected a Bowie knife. Mickey chose a Whitetail Skinner knife. As they prepared to fight, the team freed Mickey's hostages and everyone followed the two outside.

"You have no clue about how long I've been waiting for this moment, Alex." Mickey said as he squared of with his former student.

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual." Alexander replied as they both lunged at each other. Their blades moved so fast that they were hardly seen. It reminded Alexander of their many sparring sessions. The only difference was that he and Mickey were trying to kill each other this time. As they fought, they never took their eyes off of one another. Finally, Mickey got the drop on Alexander and knocked him down with a hard punch. As he laid on the ground, Mickey stood over him.

"Before I kill you, I just want you to know...it's not personal." Mickey said as Alexander suddenly jumped up and drove his knife into Mickey's chest. Mickey gasped as he fell to his knees. As Alexander got up, Mickey looked up at him.

"Now...there won't be any question of...who's the best killer on the dark web." He said as Alexander gave him a sad smile.

"There never was." He replied as he grabbed Mickey's knife. Mickey chuckled as he handed Alexander a scrap of paper with a phone number on it.

"That's the number for the people in charge of Wormwood. Tell them...Remi isn't evil, she's just a bitch, they'll know...what you're talking about." Mickey explained. As he moved to finish Mickey off, he hesitated. Mickey smiled as he touched the boy's cheek.

"Don't feel too bad for me Alex, I've lived a pretty bad ass life...I'm ready to die." He replied as Alexander held his hand.

"You look ready." Alexander said as he held Mickey from behind and slit his throat. As the blood came out and Mickey dropped to the ground. Alexander brushed away a single tear. Despite everything he had done, Mickey had been the only father figure he'd ever known besides Kurt Weller.

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